Fearless | Sodapop Fanfiction | The Outsiders (Editing)

Chapter 13 | Starved

I followed Soda into his room. Everyone was fixing up beds for the night. Luckily, Steve had the couch so we didn't have to worry about him.

I brushed my teeth and hair quickly. I changed into sweatpants and got in bed. Soda laid down next to me and I felt myself getting hot.

"G'night Willow." Soda spoke softly.

"Night Soda." I responded. I felt like I was about to explode. Soon enough I was out.

*Dream*

I was working in the DX when the bell rang at the door. I looked up to see who it was, but nobody was there. Just a black figure quickly going behind a shelf. Confused, I went to investigate.

Every time I turned a corner, I saw it turning somewhere else. I decided to wait behind the counter because this was giving me the creeps.

The figure did look kind of familiar though. I don't know why because I barely saw it, but it did.

A man who I quickly recognized walked up to the counter. He looked me right in the eyes. I tried not to panic.

He put a case of beer on the counter. He smirked at me.

"That'll be one dollar, fifty cents." I said trying to keep calm, my father just kept looking at me.

"Got a job at a gas station, I see. How low of you." He said. I looked away. I was in tears at this point.

"Willow..." I heard a random voice say.

*Dream ends*

I opened my eyes to see Soda. He had a worried look on his face. I felt tears strolling down my cheeks and I wiped them away.

'C'mere." Soda said, wrapping his arms around me. I hugged him back. I kept crying.

"Nightmare?" He asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

I felt my eyes growing heavy, but I didn't want to leave the comfort of that hug. Best hug I've ever gotten. I closed my eyes. I was comfortable.

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Over the next few weeks, the nightmares became rare. Even when I had them, they weren't as bad as the ones I got before. It was a relief and I was able to sleep easy at night.

I have really grown to fall in love with Soda. I was basically head over heels for him. I never felt this way for anyone, even Jim. The only people who know are Pony and Johnny, although, I think Dally suspects something.

Every time I am in the same room as him and Soda, he gives us both weird looks. Mostly me. He can definitely tell. I didn't want anyone else to find out.

When I was alone in the kitchen, I heard the door open. It was normal for the door to open throughout the day so I didn't think much of it.

"Hey Dallas." I said, recognizing his footsteps.

"How'd ya know it was me, You didn't look away from that fridge?" Dally asked.

"I can recognize footsteps." I said, shrugging.

"You're like Johnny, he does the same thing and it creeps the hell out of me." He said.

"Heh, I guess it's an abusive household thing." I remarked.

"Great, there's two of ya, man." He muttered, walking away. I chuckled. Then he walked back in.

"What's the deal with Soda, man. I needa know." He said.

"What do ya mean, we are friends." I replied, wishing we could be something more.

"Ya like him, don't ya?" Dally asked.

"Well yeah, he's my friend." I responded.

"Yeah, okay. Just make sure to go for him before he falls for another bitch like Sandy." Dally said.

"Okay Dal, whatever ya say." I replied, trying to get him off my scent.

I wish I had the confidence to tell Soda I liked him, but I didn't. He also just got out of a relationship, he is still healing. If it was meant to be, then maybe I would end up with him. It's not meant to be though.

I mean, look at me and him. He is confident, always in a good mood, and has a warm personality. Me? I am just a soft, quiet girl who is a nervous wreck. Soda looks like a movie star and I look like something a cat would drag in.

My personality isn't exactly warm like Soda's. I just don't naturally get along with many people. We weren't enough alike. That crushed me, but I had to live with it. I never got much, why should it change now?

Today, I stayed in my room for the most part. It was Sunday, but I didn't want to hang with the gang.

I didn't eat anything. I was always hungry, but sometimes, there would be times I just didn't eat. Usually because of stress or something else. Some people stress eat, but I lose my appetite.

By dinner time, I was sick to my stomach. I smelled pizza and I almost gagged. I just stayed curled up in my bed. There was a knock on my door.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"It's Soda, can I come in?" He asked.

"Fine." I mumbled. He opened the door and sat on my bed.

"Are ya alright? Ya haven't come out all day." Soda said.

"I'm fine." I lied.

"I know you're ain't fine, tell me what's up." Soda said.

"I've just had a lot on my mind. I hate to be intruding on ya'll and making things worse-' Soda cut me off.

"We all said not to worry about it." Soda said.

"I can't help it, okay?!" I yelled. It was an accident and it was louder than I meant to.

"Come on, let's go eat somethin'." He said, ignoring my yelling.

"I'm not hungry." I said.

"I will sit right here until ya get up to eat." He said, stubbornly.

"You're gonna be here a while." I said, closing my eyes to sleep.

He didn't lie. He didn't move. He just kept staring at me plainly, waiting for me to get up.

"Do ya know how creepy that's gettin'?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Well ya wouldn't worry 'bout it if ya got up to eat." He said. I rolled my eyes, knowing I wasn't gonna win this.

I sat down at the table and Soda gave me a small slice of pizza. I couldn't bring myself to eat it. I was too worried about anything and whatever I did eat wouldn't stay down. I knew it.

Soda gave me a pleading look. He didn't say anything. It was so hard not to listen to him. He was like a puppy. He gave you one look and you couldn't tell him no. I reluctantly took a bite of the pizza. I immediately felt sick. I ate anyway, hoping I would feel better.

I walked calmly to the bathroom after I was done so I didn't worry Soda. Then I threw up in the toilet. I felt sick from eating.

This happened every time I was stressed and tried to eat. I would throw up and end up worse than before. I couldn't let Soda know that though.

Chapter Length: 1124 words.