BURNING > SODAPOP CURTIS

TWO

"Is this about Sandy?" I asked and stood up from my seat on the couch.

Steve pointed at me, indicating I was correct and I immediately enraged with anger.

"You're not seriously going to give her another chance?" I asked, dumbfounded.

Sodapop rolled his eyes, "Don't you start." He sighed and walked into the kitchen that adjoined to the living room.

I gave Steve the, "explain!" look.

"Sandy came and saw him at work today, and he took her back." Grunted Steve.

"After the way you were with her at the Dingo, you just took her back?" I asked again, disappointed more than anything.

"I'm done with this conversation." Sodapop slammed the fridge door and walked out of the house.

No one hurried to run after him, we were all over Sodapop taking Sandy back. Eventually, I let out a huff of breath and stood back up. I slowly walked to the back door that Sodapop left out of.

He sat with his elbows on his knees, on the back step. I sat next to him without saying a word.

"Are you going to harass me again?" Sodapop asked, turning his head to face me.

"No." I allowed. "I'd hope, after being best friends for over ten years, that you'd already know my disapproval."

Sodapop let out a soft laugh, causing me to smile. I know deep down I could never stay mad at him.

"She just has something..." Sodapop started. "She's like a drug to me."

Sandy was an addicting drug to him but Sodapop was like a party drug to her. She'd take him in doses, when she felt like it.

*

I stayed at the Curtis' house for dinner. Darry had attempted to cook spaghetti but we all knew Sodapop was the chef in the family.

The food was...crispy, not how spaghetti should be but we all ate it without mouthing a complaint.

The three Curtis brothers and I sat at the rectangular dinning room table. Sodapop finished first, offering to do the dishes.

Once I had finished I thanked Darry again, and assisted Sodapop with the drying.

"Dinner was nice." I started small talk.

"Yeah, it was real...crunchy." Sodapop laughed, and before we knew it, we were both in hysterical fits of laughter.

The laughter died down and I let out a sigh.

"I love you Sodapop." I said.

"I love you too Libby. You're the bestest friend I could ask for." He smiled.

"Bestest isn't a word but I'll accept that." I laughed.

"Okay, Miss 'I'm A Senior At School'." Sodapop teased and splashed a bit of soapy water from the sink at me.

I scoffed and scooped my hand into the sink, splashing out a tonne of water. Sodapop stood there soaked.

"Your poor hair." I pouted sarcastically while I rubbed his half greasy- half wet hair.