Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

it just keeps happening.

Soda's POV:
Friday, April 5th
I woke up before Steve, unusual. But also not because I dreamed about him and startled myself. He's all sprawled out in my bed and I lay on his chest looking up at him.

Even when he's sleeping he's attractive. I take my chances and give him a small peck under his chin. I blush at myself.

What am I gonna do when he wakes up? Just sit around acting like we weren't making out in my dream? Yes, because he goes home today so after breakfast he's leaving.

Steve's one of those people you would never know has a car because he's never in it. Always riding with someone else.

But that's okay, especially when someone else is me.

I cuddle his body until he awakes and he stretched and opens his green eyes and they greet me before his words do.

"Good morning, Sodapop." He smiles

I'm so glad to smile back, "good morning, Stevepop."

Steve's POV:
I came home to my dad watching football and my brother is his room.

Dad nods at me, but doesn't say hi. I just wave.
My dad's the kind that makes sure you're okay. Not happy or healthy. Just up and running. Nothing more, nothing less.

I went into Isaiah's room. He really seems like he's been better than ever since he left for college.

He sits up and smiles when I walk in. I've been with him a good amount all week, but there's only so many days in a week.

I walk toward him and he gives me a hug. Isaiah always smells like a clean blanket.

"If I could take you with me I would. Dad's really just a npc."

"Oh, tell me about it." I agree.
"I just wish you could stay a little longer."

He wipes my face. Didn't even know I was crying.
"Hey, I get out for summer May 1st. Just another few weeks. I want to get my own place soon. I've been saving and working and stuff."

I lay my head on his shoulder, yawning.

"If you got your own place, Dad would never see me again."

"Oh course he would, dumb dumb. Just maybe only a few hours a week." He joked.

I laughed with him.

Everyday without Isiah here is a slow one.

Johnny's POV:
I came back to my dad's house today for the weekend and my little brother Cannon went to Mom's house for the weekend all the way until next week. Usually when one of us is here the other is there.

I guess so our parents can split the time even with us.

I gave him a hug when he went to leave. Mom was already outside for him.

"I might call you later." He tells me.

"Okay." I wave at him.

Dad hugged him goodbye before he welcomed me.

"How've you been, Johnny? I figure you've been out with your amigos much?" We settle in the living room.

Dad and his family moved here from Mexico when he was fifteen. Our whole family is fluent in Spanish because he was willing to teach us all, but obviously me and Cannon don't speak it when we're at Mom's house...

"Oh, me he estado divirtiendo mucho. Fuimos a jugar a los bolos el otro día. Pony y yo no somos muy buenos en eso." I laugh a little and blush.
Translation:
"Oh, I've been having plenty fun. We went bowling the other day. Me and Pony aren't great at it."