The Perfect Us ||A Sodapop Curtis x Reader Story||

The Perfect Us

Y/n's POV:

I woke up on the Curtis couch with a pounding headache. Instantly as I got up, my head started to throb and I fell back down. It felt like everything hurt. My ribs, my hands, my head.

"Hey, good morning Cookie," Soda slowly whispered walking up to me.

"What happened?" I groaned.

"Well, during your party on Saturday, we got engaged, you beat the shit outta Sandy, and got pretty drunk and passed out on the couch there."

"I remember we got engaged, then Sandy and b/f/n showed up and we had a big fight. But that's all I remember."

"That's okay. Here, let me try to make you breakfast and help with your hangover. You know it's Monday, right?"

"My party was yesterday though. So today's Sunday," I said confused. Come to think of it though, no one's around. And Sunday is when everyone is here.

"No baby, you slept through Sunday," Soda said from the kitchen giggling a little to himself.

"Oh is that funny to you?" I asked, trying to get up from the couch.

"Yeah, it really is," he said peeking his head through the door frame. "Here, lemme help you," he said walking over to me.

"No. I can do this myself," I say, struggling to find the strength to pick myself up. "Okay, maybe you can help me," I said giving up.

Soda carefully grabbed my arm and helped me get up, and over to the kitchen table. I thought about that time I thought he liked someone else, and I was a complete mess. Oh, Soda, I really can't live without you.

"Cookie? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked as he pulled me into a hug.

I melted in his arms and just continued to sob. "I-I'm sor-ry S-Soda, I-I never m-meant to h-hurt y-you."

"Cookie? What are you talking about? You never hurt me?" he asked, slowly sitting in the ground and pulling me into his lap. I felt like a baby crying and being held like this but it felt nice.

"W-When I p-pushed y-you away."

"Do you mean when you thought I liked someone else?"

"Y-yeah," I said sniffling.

"Oh Cookie, it's okay. Truly. Honestly, I was scared you'd never date me, much less marry me, because you're so amazing and I'm just me. I was just scared for you," Soda said, rubbing his thumb across my arm.

"Don't ever leave. I'm the perfect me when I'm around you," I said, nuzzling my head into his chest.

"I won't ever leave. I pinky promise. I'm the best me when I'm with you," he said, holding his pinky out. I locked it with mine and kissed him on the cheek. "We're the perfect us when we're together."

"Yes we are darling, yes we are."

I could stop the story here.