"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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okay, but can we appreciate how beautiful he is?
Tw// death/child loss
When I woke up, I was disoriented and confused on why I was naked. Then I remembered dinner and the long night I had with Soda.
"Shit," I muttered as I sat up in bed. My room was freezing. I found Soda's button up laying on the end of my bed and shrugged it on, then slid on a clean pair of underwear. Where is he? I asked myself before walking out of my room. That's when the smell of pancakes hit me and I heard my stomach growl. I buttoned up the shirt as I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen.
There at the stove, Soda stood in his t-shirt and boxers making breakfast. He turned when he heard me walk in and gave me a movie-star smile.
"Hey, doll," he greeted.
"Hi," I replied with a yawn. "When did you get up? I didn't hear you..."
"Just a little while ago." He looked me up and down. With anyone else, I would have felt self-conscious. "You look good," he said.
I grinned. "My hair is a mess."
"Your hair's always a mess. You always looked good in my clothes."
I blushed and tried to hide my smile. Soda turned off the stove and moved the pan to a cold burner to cool off before moving to me. He grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my face.
"Don't hide your smile. It's so beautiful, you deserve to show it off."
"Why are you so good to me?" I asked him. He gave me an incredulous look.
"Why wouldn't I be good to you?"
I shrugged. "I feel like I don't deserve how wonderful you are." He pulled me into him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he hugged me tightly.
"Come eat breakfast. I made them with chocolate chips."
"Six years go by and you still know my favorite breakfast food." I couldn't help the wide smile spreading across my face.
"I remember every little thing about you. I never forgot you."
"I know." I frowned. "I have to get ready for work."
"What time do you go in?"
"Eight."
"You've got an hour. Or maybe you could call in," he winked, making me blush again.
"It's hard enough to pay rent and that's when I don't take any sick days. I don't work tomorrow because we're not open on Sundays. Stay again tonight and we'll just lay in bed all day tomorrow."
He gave me an approving look. "Sounds like a plan to me." It was my turn to pull him into me. I tugged him down by the collar of his shirt and gave him a firm kiss.
