"baby, please don't cry"
Candice "Candy Cane" Marshall hasn't seen or talked to any of her friends in a long time. Dallas and Johnny are gone and she's terrified to face the fact that Steve and Sodapop may have met their fates in Vietnam. But when t...
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As soon as I got home from work, I flopped facedown onto my sofa. I let out a loud groan as my fat cat jumped up and landed on my back.
"Jesus Christ, Whiskey, what have you been eating?"
Whiskey mewed in response. I pushed him off, then sat up. I remembered I had invited Sodapop over for dinner.
"Maybe we can just order pizza instead," I thought out loud. After the long day I'd had, I was in no mood to cook supper. I rolled off the couch and went into my room to change into a more comfortable outfit. I found my favorite pair of ripped jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt.
I heard my phone ring from the kitchen, so I hurried to go and get it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Candy Cane," the voice said on the other end.
"Hey Soda," I replied, my face immediately breaking out into a huge smile. "How are you?"
"I'm fine now that I'm talking to you."
"You're such a flirt," I laughed.
"Well, I'd have more fun flirting with you in person. Anyway, I just called to ask you for directions to your place."
"Oh, yeah, of course," I replied. I gave him directions, which there weren't too many. He knew how to get to the record shop and then I told him which apartment I lived in. "I'll buzz you in when you get here."
"'Kay, doll. I'll see you then."
I hung up and had a quick look over at my apartment. For once, it wasn't that messy. I put away the clean dishes and took my basket of clean laundry into my room to fold later. Whisky sauntered down the hall, batting one of his many toys on the way.
"Whiskey--" I huffed at him. He sent a curt "mew" my way before flopping over in the middle of the hallway.
I heard the buzzer go off and I headed to the door to see who it was.
I pressed the button next to the door and said, "Yeah?"
"Hey, babe, it's Soda."
I smiled. "Soda? What kind?"
I heard him groan and laugh. "Pepsi Cola, but I can get some root beer if you prefer."
"Mmmm.... I'm sure Pepsi will be fine." I pressed the buzzer to let him in and I moved over to the fridge to see what I had to drink. A half bottle of wine and a carton of milk. "Nice," I muttered. "I bet you're the only one that drinks milk in this household," I told Whiskey as he came over to inspect the fridge with me. "There's no tuna. I gave you the last can yesterday."
There was a knock on the door then.
"It's open!" I callee and Sodapop let himself in. I closed the fridge door and walked over to greet him.
