how bad could it be?- stevepop fanfic

chapter eight

steve
finally we got off of work.

i made sure soda was ready and we got into my car. we took the long way because i wanted to spend some quality time with him and i planned to ask him to be my boyfriend. i doubt he'll say no, but i still gotta ask.

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"where are we goin', steve?"

"uh- we're taking the long way. wanna listen to some more songs before we get home."

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it was now 7:30 and after spending about an hour and a half listening to the radio, i pulled over by the lake at the edge of town.

"c'mon," i said, opening my door.

"what are we doing? you ain't gonna kill me are you?" soda sounded so concerned; it was cute.

"naw. not today anyway," i said with a wink. "joking, i'm joking. c'mon, we're gonna sit in the bed of my truck."

"oh." he sounded relieved. "okay then."

we were both in the bed of my truck, blankets under and over us.

"okay so-" i start just a soda begins to speak.

"go first, babe." god, i love it when he calls me that.

"no, no, no. yours sounds important."

"same time?" he asks sweetly.

"okay."

"3..2..1.." we count in unison.

"i'm in love with you and really want you to be my boyfriend."

i was shocked. same. fuckin. thoughts. well, as they say: great minds think alike.

i pulled soda on top of my already laying body and hugged him close. his arms wrap around my body.

"will you... be my boyfriend?" soda asked me.

"of course, baby. i love you."

"i love you, too, stevie," soda said, nestling his face into my neck, lightly kissing it.

i kissed the top of his head and brought his face up to mine.

"kiss?"

"please," he gave me his consent.

i kissed soda's soft, pink lips. as i slid my tongue into his mouth, i noticed that it tasted of pepsi and chicklets.

i breathed hard as we pulled away from each other.

"you're a good kisser, babe," soda said as he lay his head back into my chest, still hugging me.

"so are you."