Take me Home

08 || I'm Sorry, I Disappointed you

I lay in my bed until I hear a knock, "come in!"

Sodapop walks in, "oh my god Chloe! Did you seriously have to get that drunk to talk to me? Am I that scary? No! Don't even answer that! I can't believe myself and I'm angry at you! How could you? You literally passed out! Do you know how unacceptable that is?"

"So it's okay that the boys can get drunk, but I can't!" I yell at him.

He rolls his eyes in disgust as he scoffs, "you and I both know it's not that!"

"It's because, you like me!" I accuse.

He shakes his head, "I would never like a girl like you!"

"Like what?" I ask angrily. 

He shrugs, "you know?"

"No, I don't!" I shake my head refusing to answer. 

"Rich and spoiled!" He yells at me.

"Don't go back to that Sodapop!" I scream as I walk over to him. "Admit it you're just mad because, I'm the type of girl you normally hate, but your crazy for me. You're so into me, you can't take it and you hate that! It's not the fact that I was rich and spoiled because, I'm better now! I'm just Chloe. I'm no longer that girl."

He puts his hand on his forehead out of frustration, "yes you are and you're never going to change! That's never going to change and I'm never going to be into you for that exact reason! You are always going to be just that girl!"

A few tears roll down my eyes, "I'm sorry you feel that way."

He shakes his head, "can you just stop?"

"Stop what? What am I doing that's so bad? What do I have to stop?" I yell at him as I cry softly. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" 

"You drank so much!" He yells and that's when the truth comes out. "I am so disappointed in you! You don't need to get drunk to talk to me!"

I look up tears rolling down my cheeks. I wipe them away before saying honestly and quietly, "I'm sorry for disappointing you."

He sighs as he sits down, "Chloe, I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't," I smile as I grab his hand. "Sodapop, it's you."

He shakes his head, "no, it's not."

"No, it is," I assure him. "When I'm with you, I can just be Chloe who ever that is. When I'm with you everything is different and I love it. I don't have to just be that girl. You make me feel perfect and beautiful and it's not just because I'm rich. It's so much more than that. Now that's why I love you. So please, just say yes. Will you be my boyfriend?"

He shakes his head, "no, I won't."

"What?" I ask my heart breaking slightly. 

"No," he replies clear as day, hard as stone, and cold as a blizzard in Maine.

I nod my head sadly, "I'm sorry I disappointed you then."

As I go to walk away he takes me hand and spins me around so I'm looking at him, "will you be my girlfriend?"

I press my lips against his soft ones and as we pull away I smile, "of course I will Sodapop."

He pulls me onto my bed and I squeal making him laugh, "you are so cute Chloe."

"oh my god!" I squeal happily

He is the one. It is him. What was I thinking with Dally and Steve. It's always been him. He's perfect. When I'm around him I can't help, but smile. He is the only person who can me feel like just Chloe and not that rich girl. Why would I want to be with anybody else, when he's already my one and only?

He looks at me with his deep eyes and smiles, "so Chloe, last night I did hear meowing from your room. Do you have something you want to tell me?"

I sigh as I walk over to my closet and pull out Winston, "this is my kitten, Winston he's only a few months old now."

"Wait a minute, Winston?" He asks.

My smiles is soft, but true as I reply, "yup, Winston. He's a little wheenie though. He has a sister Nala, who is bad-ass. They got away from me and I've been looking for her."

"No! I mean Winston as in Dallas, Winston?" He asks.

I shake my head, "I got this kitten three months ago as a few week old baby. I didn't even know you guys at that point."

He sighs, "I'm sorry. I just can't, but think you still like him."

"I don't!" I shake my head. "It's you Sodapop!"

He smiles, "well why don't we make it official then?"

"I thought it was already official. Didn't you like just ask me out?" I chuckle softly at the whole argument.

He rolls his eyes, "what's Winston like?"

My eyes light up as I smile widely, "he's friendly. He's a little love-bug cuddly cat. He's not to playful and he's just like me."

"So you're a cat?" He asks laughing at me.

I scoop Winston up, "no, but this baby is just like me. Sodapop, you just don't get it because, you don't have a pet."

He pets Winston's forehead and he purrs loudly,  "he's kind of cute."

"Kind of?" I ask acting offended. "You must be kidding me!"

"I could learn to love the little guy," he smiles. "Just not his name."

I gasp, "I love his little name and don't offend my baby!"

He pulls me into a hug, "you know I gotta take you on a real date now

"Hmm, a date," I smile.

"Like a movie and pizza." He looks down to me, "how does that sound."

"Kind of cliche," I joke with him.

"What?" He asks. "Greasy food and a movie is so not cliche!"

I shake my head, "how 'bout I plan the date and you just go along with it?"

"Sounds scary," he jokes. "You're scary."

"Jerk!" I slap him jokingly. 

So as of right now we have some Chloe-pop action. Do you guys ship it? Stay gold. Do it for Johnny!
-Beth