Broken ||A Sodapop Curtis Love Story||

Chapter 11

"Well, it was nice while it lasted," I whisper, wiping away the last of my tears.

"What was?" I hear someone ask. I don't look up. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. Anyways, it's probably just Della or one of the staff members.

"Emily, why are you crying?" The same person asks, sound concerned. It's not Della, sure the voice is high, but it's masculine. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me, and I just let them stay there. I take their hands in mine. It doesn't even matter who it is, at least someone cares. Maybe I am worth it.

"Emily, what's wrong, sweetie?" He asks. That's when I look up, and immediately I'm in sobs. Not this horrible dream again... It's always nice, until you realize it's not real.

"Shh..." Soda says, pulling me in so I'm laying my head on his chest. He rubs my back, trying to calm me down.

"It's ok, Em. It's just me. I'm home now," He whispers soothingly in my ear.

"Is it really you? This isn't another stupid dream?" I ask through tears. It's hard to talk, I have to keep talking to breath, and my mouth tastes salty from all of the tears.

"Yeah, baby. It's me. I came back as soon as I found out you were here. Of course, they wouldn't just let me go, I had to injure myself, but it was for you, and as long as you're happy, so am I," He says. I don't think I've ever smiled bigger before. I love him more than anyone, even Two-Bit, and I've never been happier to see anyone, ever.

"I... I thought I was gonna die without you, Soda. I've never missed anyone more than you before. Even my mom." His eyes widen at my last statement. I used to be so close to my mom, and Soda knew it. Up until the day she left...

*FLASHBACK* 5 Years Ago (Emily's 10 and Two-Bit's 15 because I changed his age now to 20... It's in the prologue)

"Keith, baby, I'm going out for a bit. Watch Emmi for me, ok?" My mom asks my brother, Two-Bit.

"Sure. Where are you going, though? I gotta be at the guys' house at 8," He says. I look at the clock. It's only six, and Two-Bit doesn't want to be anywhere near me. I'm fine with that, I'm busy reading my book. We've never been all that close, anyways.

"I've just got some... business to take care of. Stay with her until I get back, ok?" She requests, running around the house, frantically grabbing things. Two-Bit just nods.

"Kids, look at mommy for a minute," She says, walking towards the door. We do as told, and I notice for the first time how pretty she really is. I suddenly feel happy that she's my mom, and one day I'm going to look like her. But, she's not just my mom. She's also my best friend, the person I'm most close to, the person that knows me better than I know myself. The person I've grown up with, since Daddy died when I was just a baby. I don't even remember him.

"Keith, Emily... I have to go now. Be good, ok? Don't get into any trouble?" She asks. We nod. I never get into any trouble. Yeah, Two and I are Greasers, but I'm a different kind of Greaser. I don't cause trouble, I dress nicely, and I get good grades.

"Mommy, I don't want you to go!" I cry.

"How long will you be gone? I can't stand being alone with her!" Two-Bit yells. Mommy sighs, and looks down, blinking away tears.

"Mommy, you said that you were gonna buy me a new book to make me feel better. Are you going to get that now?" I ask her. No response.

"I love you guys. So much. Remember that, ok?" She asks, kissing each of our foreheads, and completely ignoring my question. I have a weird feeling that she's not coming back, and I start crying. I start crying even more as I watch Mommy run out, which doesn't make me feel better, physically or emotionally.

"It's ok, Emily, she'll be back," Two-Bit whispers, sitting on the couch next to me. He stays with me the rest of the day, just being my brother, something he never really did when mom was there.

*Flashback over*

Mom didn't come back, but that was the first time Two-Bit had really gotten close. He stayed with me all of that night, he didn't leave my side, or go hang out with the guys like he wanted to. He's stayed with me the past 5 years, ever since she left.

But somehow I loved Soda more than him, but in a different way.

"I didn't think you would ever come back, Soda," I whisper. My voice sounds strong now, not wobbly like before. I'm not crying now, and it feels good.

"I didn't either, Emily. That's why I did... What I did," He whispers. That's when I finally look at him. He's still in his uniform, but then I see his leg.

He was walking on crutches, which are now against my wall, and his whole foot is wrapped up.

"Soda, what happened?" I gasp. His face clouds like he doesn't even want to answer.

"I... I uh.... knew that you needed me, so I kinda sh-shot my own foot to get back here," He says. I don't know weather to be happy or sad about that, so I just do the thing I've been waiting to ever since he left. Kiss him. His lips feel soft, warm, nice, just the thing I've been craving for the past few weeks. He's a better kisser than Steve.

Steve...

"Hey, Soda," I say, my emotions getting the best of me. I break the kiss. He gives me a surprised look, but doesn't question it.

"Have you seen Steve lately?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Nah. Nobody even knows I'm back. Other than you, I mean." I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good," I say. And of course after that, he has to ask me why.

"It... A long story. But it doesn't matter now, because he and I are both happily in our own relationships!" I exclaim, fake cheerfully.

"Really? Steveo's got a girl?" He asks happily.

"Yeah, her name is Della. He met her here. She's really nice," I say. It wasn't a total lie, he was going to ask her out, he just hadn't yet.

"Well, that's awesome. But let's talk about us," He says, rolling down onto the bed. I lay next to him.

"Man, I missed you," I whisper, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him.

But for some reason, I couldn't get the feeling out of the pit of my stomach that I had cheated on him, Soda, the love of my life, and if I ever told him, he would be utterly heartbroken....

Yep, he's back.
You're welcome

A/N: I know it's short (and terribly written today, what's up with that? Anyways I'm sorry about that...) but I'm really stressed and wanted to get an update in. I have so much homework today, including a French project where we had to write about a character, and I picked Emily!

And I feel like now is as good of a time as any to tell you guys: even though I love writing this story so so much, there's only going to be 15 chapters in it, and no sequel. We're on chapter 11 now, so if you have any ideas or requests for what else you'd like to see in it, then let me know in a PM!