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(nobody's pov—third person)
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃watching her chest heave up and down, like a loop, a never ending one.
"is she okay?" ponyboy asked from the doorway, while the rest of the boys stood around her bed, silently praying she'd wake up.
"yeah, i just wish she'd wake up so i can get to work." steve scoffed, he was fairly cocky, he only cared about himself and his sister.
"then shake her awake, steve! it ain't that hard!" ponyboy snapped at him, walking away from the door because he already knew what would happen if steve got a hold of him.
"stupid kid." steve grumbled, then went with what pony had suggested. "wake up kid."
"leave me alone." she groaned, steve watched her in annoyance, the rest of the boys watched them with smirks on their faces.
"wake up, i'm gonna be late!" steve shook her all the more, making susan wanna slap him, but she knew if she did that he'd have the satisfaction of her being awake, so she kept her eyes closed.
steve was stupid enough to be late, because he didn't think she was awake then. "when i get home, you're dead." making her laugh to herself.
(susan)
i got up a few hours later, realizing i still looked like a mess, shit, soda saw me like this. i grumbled, locking the bathroom door.
i brushed my knotty hair and splashed water into my face. it'll have to do. i thought sheepishly.
"hurry up! i needa use the restroom!" ponyboy pounded on the door. i rolled my eyes and unlocked the door, ponyboy wasted no time to rush to the toilet, i hurried out of the bathroom before he did anything.
i stumbled into the living room, just to be met by sodapop, standing there with a goofy grin.
"you alright kid?" he walks towards me, i didn't wanna smile but i did, sodapop can make anyone smile.
"yes." i say quietly, "stop callin' me a kid, soda, i'm the same age as you."
"didn't you just turn sixteen?" he asks.
"two weeks ago!" i snap.
"funny...im turning seventeen in a few weeks, so technically, you're still a kid." he smiles, then walks past me to his room.
i'm nothing but a kid to him.
the air is crisp and nice, my hair blowing into my face occasionally, usually i'd hate it, but today my eyes were puffy and red, so i didn't mind it so much.
stop crying. i thought angrily. he's not that big a deal, he's nothing but a stupid crush. but soda's perfect, he's too good for me, why had i ever thought that i'd ever have a chance with him? i'm so stupid.
i went as fast as me legs could take me, to the cemetery. there her gravestone stood, helpless and all.
"christina." i mumbled, sitting next to the gravestone. "i wish i had gotten to know you better, i wish i had called before your life ended. you should've stayed with sodapop." i sniffled.
"soda was perfect for you." i cried, knowing they were what you'd call 'couple goals'. that'd never be soda and me.
something in my head told me i was the one for soda. but i knew it wasn't true, just look at me.
"susan?" a familiar voice called to me, snapping me back to reality.
"steve?" i called back, getting to my feet and wiping my red eyes. he rushed over to me.
"what're you doing here?" he asked me curiously. "are you crying?!" he asks me, his eyes widening, i bet he knew it was about sodapop.
"it'll be okay." he mumbled, bringing me close to him, for a second i believed him. steve mumbled something into my hair, but i wasn't listening to him, i just wanted to go home.
"let's go home." he said like he knew what i was thinking. i nodded my head, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.
we walked in a comfortable silence for awhile, the only sound heard was the slapping of steve's shoelaces on the sidewalk.
"susan?" steve starts.
"yeah?" i say.
"why do you love steve so much?" he asks quietly, since we were nearing the dx now.
"i don't know, i've loved him since you first introduced me to him four years ago, and i've never been able to get him off of my mind." i say cooly.
"dang." steve shakes his head. "do you wanna come help me with the cars? i can give you all the chocolate you want!"
"okay." i sigh, sitting on the counter. i had forgotten sodapop would e working so i didn't think anything when i sat in the counter.
i heard shuffling from behind the counter and saw soda looking me up and down, blushing?
"hey." he breathed, taking his eyes off of me, i jumped off the counter. "hello."
it was quiet in the room after that, until steve and i got to work on a car. he showed me everything i needed to do to fix a car. i didn't understand anything he was saying, but he seemed so happy about it and you rarely ever saw steve happy anymore, so i acted like i knew what he was saying.
"cool." i grin, his eyes were shining as he worked on the car, grease was all over his face, making me laugh at him.
"it's not funny." he stated, making me laugh even more.
"sure is, you look funny with grease on your face and not just in your hair." i joke, he smears grease on my face and by then we're having a grease battle, until soda walks in.
"hey guys." he chuckled at us, fixing his hat on his head, i don't know why, but i found this awfully attractive...
"hey." steve responded, walking back over to the car, sliding underneath it.
by then, soda was trying to make a conversation with me like, "what's your favorite color?"
"seriously?" i laugh. "guess."
he thinks for a moment. "purple."
"you're right, how'd you know?" i ask, warming up to his presence.
"you look like a purple type of girl." he smirks, i freeze. was that a compliment? i blush hard. "guess mine." he pleads, how could i say no to him?
"hmm, red or blue." i smile.
"how'd you know?" he asks.
"you look like a red or blue boy." i smirk, he laughs with me.
"shoot, maybe i do kid." he smiles, then stops smiling. "sorry, i meant susan." i rolled my eyes with a smile tugging at my lips.
"it's okay." i say and with that, he leaves.
something else is playing in my stomach, but it isn't the usual feeling i have around sodapop, it's different.
