The Outsiders Imagines

I Promise (Sodapop Imagine)

An Imagine for my offline friend Alyssa! I hope that you like it!

"You're what?!" Soda asks, completely shocked by this news.
"I'm moving, Soda." I repeat, sadly.
"But...but Alyssa, y-you can't move." Soda says brokenheartedly, his ocean blue eyes glossy with newly formed tears.
"I'm sorry, Soda. There is nothing I can do..." I trail off, feeling bad for lying to my boyfriend of two years. There is one thing I could do, I could go and live with my aunt, but that is definitely not something I would like to do. She's a wretched lazy, just awful. I would also have to convince my parents to let me stay with her, and that will be a real challenge in itself. It's impossible, and there is no use in trying. I avert my eyes from his and stare around the Dingo.
One of the waitresses comes up to our table, but seeing Soda's face, leaves in a hurry. On her way past she almost trips over a chair leg and I snicker. Soda's devastated voice snaps me back to the task at hand.
"I-I should've known..." Soda mutters, staring at his empty Pepsi glass.
"Known what, Pepsi-Cola?" I ask softly.
"Known better," Soda growls, standing, having already payed the bill. "You don't love me, do you Lyssa? You're a liar, just like Sandy! You're just gunna' move away and leave me here, just like she did! Aren't you?!"
The unshed tears now fall down his face, as his hurt filled eyes bore into mine, waiting for an answer.
"Soda..." I start in a soft voice.
He doesn't stay to listen though. Soda turns on his heel and walks right out of the Dingo into the chilly fall night. I had a bad feeling that this would happen, but I couldn't find a way to avoid it. I can't say that it doesn't sting when he compares me to Sandy though, because it honestly does. I'm not pregnant with another guys child, and I honestly love Soda. I'm not like Sandy, I didn't get a say in moving. If I did, I would be staying here with Soda.
I grab my blue jeans jacket and rush out the door after Soda, my black hair blowing in the wind. Since we walked here together he couldn't of driven off, so I search the sidewalk and parking lot. I don't see him but I figure that he is probably heading back towards his place, so I set off.
About halfway back to his house I spot him by the light of a street lamp. He's running, constantly wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands. I feel so bad for making him feel like this, making him believe me to be just like Sandy.
"Soda!" I call, hoping that he will at least stop running, but to no avail. Sprinting, I make a split second decision, and call out to him again. "Sodapop! Please, Soda! Stop running, baby!"
At this point, I don't care about my wretched aunt or what I'm going to have to endure by living with her, or how hard it will be to convince my parents, all I care about is Sodapop. I can't leave him, I just can't. I love him too much to hurt him in the same way that Sandy did. Plus, I don't think I could bare being so damn far away from him either. I'll do anything to stay here with Soda.
After another moment or two, Soda trips over his shoelace and tumbles down into the grass. He sits upright, but immediately buries his face in his hands.
Without even slowing my pace, I fling myself down beside him in the grass.
I embrace his crying figure in a hug. "Sodapop, baby, please don't cry. I'm not going to leave you Soda. I'm not like her, I'm not like Sandy, okay?"
Soda sniffs and suppresses a sob. "Oh, Soda..." I wipe a tear from his cheek with my thumb. His skin feels surprisingly soft. "I love you, you know that, don't you?"
He stares at me, with a look of disbelief etched on his face, in his eyes. I cup his face with both of my hands and pull him in for a kiss. It's slow, but passionate and full of emotion. Almost...desperate.
"I love you, Sodapop Curtis. I love you so, so much." I whisper, giving him a watery smile.
He swallows the lump that was constricting his throat. "I love you too, Alyssa. I-I'm s-sorry, I j-just-"
"No, Soda, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just sprung this on you like that, and made you think the way you did. I'm so sorry. I just didn't know how else to tell you..."
"So you are really leaving?" He asks in a small voice, and it breaks my heart.
"N-no Soda, of course not! I'm going to beg my parents to let me stay with my aunt. Sure she doesn't like me, she won't want me there, but I'll do it for you," I rant.
"B-but your aunt is terrible, a-and your parents-" Soda stutters.
"I don't care, I'll do anything to stay here with you." I state sincerely.
"Alyssa, you don't-"
"Yes, I do, Soda. You want to know why?" I interrupt. Soda nods. "Because I care about you. I love you too much to see you in pain. I mean what I said, I'm not leaving you."
For a moment we just stare at each other, taking in each and every detail of the other as clearly as we can in the dark. Soda's tearful smile is just visible in the dim moonlight. I pull him into another hug, and I too, smile tearfully. His body heat quickly spreads through my body, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"Promise?" Soda asks me softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
I kiss him softly on the forehead. "I promise."