Soda's POV
"Alright Curtis, you're good to go." My boss, Harry, says as he dismisses me from work a few minutes early. "Thank you sir. Have a good evening and I'll see you tomorrow." I say as the glass door shuts behind me. I'm glad he let me off early today, because it's my girlfriend, Talya's, birthday.
I'm taking her out to dinner tonight and I'm really excited. She's the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. She has strawberry blonde hair and blue-green eyes. She's a tough girl and knows how to take care of herself.
I'm in such a good mood for Talya's birthday, I stop by Flora's Flowers and buy her a gorgeous, big bouquet of white and yellow roses. I chose these colors cause I didn't want to seem like a cliche boyfriend and buy red, also the lady at the counter told me white roses stand for true love. Yellow roses send a message of appreciation and platonic love without the romantic subtext, because like I said, I don't want to look cliche.
As I'm walking home, I'm whistling and smiling about how happy Talya is going to be when I bring her the roses. I hear a car beeping behind me. I stop whistling and turn around with my eyes wide.
Talya's POV
I was at Soda's house waiting for him to get off work. I'm really excited cause he told me he's taking me somewhere special for my birthday. Darry and Steve have just gotten back from work so Soda should be here any minute.
~4 Hours Later~
Soda's POV (again)
I wake up with a sharp pain in my head, blurry vision, and cuts on my face. I put my hand on the back of my head and feel sticky liquid. I squint at my head and then I realize it's soaked with blood.
"Oh god, what happened to me?" I groan in pain with my hand on the back of my head. As I sit up, the alley I was abandoned in starts spinning.
I look to my side, and see the bouquet of roses laying in a pool of my blood about where my head was moments ago. My hand is scratched up from the thorns. I squeeze my eyes shut as I begin remembering what happened to me just four hours ago.
I hear a car beeping behind me. I stop whistling and turn around. My eyes widen in anger and shock. It's Justin Kirkland. The boy that got Sandy pregnant while me and her were still together. I clench my fists angerily, and the thorns dig into my skin.
"This isn't your territory. You better watch it." I say, confidently. I'm not showing Justin any fear. "No buddy, you better watch it. I know you're the reason Sandy skipped town with my child." He sneers.
"I-I- You think I-" I start laughing, I'm so pissed right now. "I fucking loved her man! She wasn't yours! You're just the guy that knocked up my ex-girlfriend." he starts chuckling at me. "Dude, she was ready to leave your ass anyways. She didn't love you, she loved me. And you know that. You haven't even heard from her, have you?"
"She's in my past now. I have a new girl, and she's much better." I smile, thinking about Talya. Then I frown, thinking about how late I am for our date. "Look whatever-your-name-is, it was a waste of time talking to you, and I gotta go." A smirk forms on my lips, as I walk away, thinking I had silenced him. Suddenly I feel a hard object bash into my head and the ground rushes up to meet me.
"That son of a bitch hit me in the head with a damn rock."
(I know, I know Pretty Little Liars moment. But, I'm watching it right now and ughhhhhh)
I look up at the dark, starless sky. I get back on my feet picking up the roses and start walking home in a daze. "Oh god, what's Darry gonna say?" I murmur.
Talya's POV (again)
"Darry, Soda should definitely be back by now." Ponyboy says, worriedly. "I know Pony, just give it a minute." Darry snaps, Ponyboy looks hurt but the rest of us know Darry comes off angry when he's scared. "You've been saying that for the past four hours! When are we gonna go look for him!" Ponyboy yells. I'm sitting on the couch with my knees pulled to my chest, not saying a word.
"Ponyboy Curtis, where in the hell did you get the idea to raise your voice at me-" Darry is cut off by the screen door shutting harshly and followed by a groan of pain. I'm standing up in a half second. "Soda?" I ask, hopefully.
He walks up into the room and we all gasps. He has scratches on his face, he's Golding a bloody bouquet of yellow and white roses with scratches on his hand too, and he's bleeding severely from his head.
"Wh-what the hell happened to you?" I ask and I feel tears prick my eyes. "I got jumped and the dick bashed me in the head with a rock." He says weakly. "Oh my god, come here." I lead him to the bathroom and grab the first-aid kit from under the sink, so I can't clean up his cuts.
"I'm sorry, I ruined your birthday baby girl." he sighs. "Soda, you didn't ruin anything. None of this is your fault." I tell him, and I lean in giving him a soft kiss. "I love you, happy birthday." he smiles. "I love you too."
This is for ScalaSwan
