Sodapop X Y/N Cade

Chapter 2

Y/N Pov*

Late that night when most of everyone was asleep, I decided I'd go to Buck's bar for the night. There was a small party going on that night. I dug through my bag and found a pair of leather pants, some tall heels, a black crop top and Dal's old leather jacket. I snuck into the bathroom and plugged in my curling iron. While waiting for it to heat up, I put on some mascara and a smokey eye look. I added some winged eyeliner and checked the temperature of my curling iron. It was still somewhat cool. I had enough time to do contour. I sharpened my jawline and cheekbones before picking up the iron. I grazed the warm plate with my hand and quickly pulled my hand back when it burnt me. I started humming a tune as I ran the curling iron through my hair, creating bouncy curls.

I was ready to leave. I crept out the back door and headed to Buck's with a blade in my pocket. As I reached the house turned bar, I raised my fist to knock but started second guessing myself. Do I really want to be here? I asked myself, hand still raised. Unfortunately, that question was answered for me as Buck pulled open the door. "Hey Y/N, how've you been?" he asked, opening the door a little wider. I stepped inside.

"Not great," I confessed as I pushed past the rowdy drunk people making a racket downstairs. I skipped up the stairs and let muscle memory take over as I subconsciously made my way to Dally's old room. I looked at the door and how it was completely closed. Dally never completely closed his doors. Unless we were having s-x, or someone was over during the day. I slowly reached out to turn the knob and push open the door. I left the door open as I looked around. It was as if everything was fine and dandy. But I knew that of course wasn't the case here.

What used to be my day to day routine is now only a reminiscence of my old life. The life I had to give up after the fire of hell. Yeah. That's what I would call it from now on. The Fire of Hell. It was what the name suggested. A fire conjured directly from Saten himself. As I sat down on the bed, I felt something under the covers. When I pulled it out, I found a small box with..a ring inside. My heart dropped. He was planning to propose to me before the Fire of Hell took his life. I found a slip of paper under the foam.

To Y/N, AKA my angel:

I bought this on (Your birthday date) last year. I've been wanting to give you this for as long as I remember. I still remember the very first time we met. Believe it or not, it was absolute torture. I remember your favorite berry pink lip gloss you wore that day. I remember hardly being able to pay attention to whatever it was you were saying. I wanted to kiss you so badly that day. To be honest, I still don't know what you were trying to say to me all this time later. I know I piss you off sometimes when I hide my emotions and isolate myself from the world, but I'm going to make it all up to you in our future, starting with right now. I promise.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You kept me sane and...gave me life. I don't know how I managed to end up with such a wonderful person. You saved me from my past. I remember all those years I was locked up in my past. Buried in old memories and nightmares of my life back in New york. I really don't know when I'll give you this or even mention this idea in a serious manner, but from the moment I set eyes on you, I have loved you desperately. Y/N Cade, I need you in my life. Y/N, our past was the best part of my life. Will you help me extend that and make our future infinite?

I cover my mouth with my hand. Hot tears flow down my cheeks and drip onto the slip of paper. I reread the note. Slower this time. I would stop at every time he wrote I remember and dig deep into my mind for the memory. Anything to keep this memory alive when both souls who shared it are dead. I found myself nodding and telling the void that I do. I do remember. I do know. It has stayed with me. It was almost like telling him. But it wasn't. It wasn't like telling someone. I kept re focusing on the last sentence. "No. No. We can't make our future infinite when only one of us has a future to live."

I looked at it again just to marvel at the handwriting, the words, the scent of smoke and leather. Little trinkets of our once shared love. I put the note in my pocket and stumbled downstairs while wiping my tears. I stepped up to the bar counter and sat down.

"I need something strong. I don't wanna be able to think straight by the time I leave here tonight." I demanded.

"Lemme see what I can do,"

A few minutes later Buck came back with a bottle without a label or any form of identification. I took the bottle and chugged half of it. I sat there for hours, swishing the bottle around, staring at the floor. As time reached sunrise, I chugged the rest of the bottle and stumbled back up to Dal's old room. Getting in there, I peeled off my heels and collapsed on the bed.