You and Soda HATE each other. You have since you were kids. For some reason he always insults you no matter what your doing. It's not like you can avoid his house, you're Dally's little sister. You go over there everyday and the cycle starts the moment you put your foot in the door. It got even worse when Sandy broke up with him, he started blaming you for the breakup. You barely knew Sandy but thought she was nice until then. That night you cried yourself to sleep because you like Soda, and knowing that he'll never have the same feelings kills you inside.
One day you came over with Dally like you usually do and Soda started talking bad about you and you had enough.
"Dally. I'm leaving."
"What? Why?"
"Because I can't take moron over here talking about me and blaming me for his break up with that blonde bimbo when it's obviously not my fault. I can't take hiding away in the shadows and pretending I don't like him anymore!" You yelled storming out. You started walking down the sidewalk when you heard footsteps behind me. You clenched onto your switchblade and whiped it out to the person behind you. Sodapop.
"What do you want?" You asked coldly.
"To talk."
"I think you said plenty in the house."
"No, I mean really talk."
"Well, you should have thought about that before you ripped my heart out and smashed it into pieces."
"Please just let me-"
"Leave me alone!" You screamed. Before you could say anything else, he connected his lips with yours. You pushed him off and wiped your lips.
"Hey!" He said.
"Don't just expect to treat me like dirt and everything to be better with a kiss."
"Can I at least explain?"
"5 minutes. Go."
"The reason I treated you like that was because I have feelings for you. But I thought you hated me so I kept my distance and started dating Sandy. She was nothing like you though. I found myself even more attracted to you, and one night I said your name instead of hers. That's one of the reasons her and I broke up. Because I love you." You looked at him in disbelief, you really did cause the break up, well part of it.
"Why didn't you just tell me? Don't you know how many nights I spent crying in my room? How much hurt you caused me?"
"I know, and I'm sorry for that." He said hanging his head. You walked up to him and kissed him. Your hands around his neck, his on your waist. You pulled apart and touched your foreheads touched and you both smiled.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" he asked.
You nodded and you both went back to the house. He never left your side and you two had many happy years together.
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