Stevepop Oneshots

My boyfriend

*appropriate age
Steve's POV:
In my head, Soda is my boyfriend and he loves me like a boyfriend.
But in reality, Soda is not like me, and does not like me in that way.

Soda is normal, and only likes girls.
But I like Soda, which isn't normal.

When I'm in my room, I often cry in frustration because of my likings. He's not the first boy I've liked, but he's the one I can't get out of my head.

Because he's my best friend, so he does like me. Just... not like that.

I was on the floor doing guess what? Crying!

When I hear a knock on my door and quickly say, "come in."

I didn't even hear Mom let him in.

I'm still wiping my tears when he closes my door and he sits beside me.

"What's wrong?" He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer.

"Oh, um... nothing." I think about the couples in the world.

Man, women, children. Nothing else. He couldn't like me if he wanted to.

"Come on, you can tell me anything."

I couldn't tell you this.

I just wish he was girl so this was fine. I wish everything was normal and nothing was wrong with me.

I just lied my head on his shoulder.

"Oo, I'm gonna play the song." He jumped up and went to record player and out the record on.
Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka.

And reached for my hand, and he held it while we danced.

And while we were dancing he pulled me back to pull me in closer, and I hit his lips.

It felt good for a second and then I felt this horrible sense of panic run through me and I broke down.

My heart was racing and I couldn't see, he just held me. "I'm sorry, you aren't supposed to be like this."
I told him.

My embarrassment and fear within myself turnt into arousal that I suppressed.

"I am like this though. I like you, Steve. I want to be with you." He tells me.

I kiss again, and it doesn't freak me out.

Because now, not only in my head, but also in reality Soda is my boyfriend.