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Imagine: Sodapop surprising you for your birthday
"Are you sure you don't remember what today is?" I ask Sodapop, my boyfriend of one year
He looks like he thinks about it, smiles and says, "Nope, nothin' interesting today." (Your birthdate), 1965, how could Sodapop forget today's my sixteenth birthday? We haven't really gotten to know each other until this year, but still. My friend, (Y/BF/N), told me that it was a guy thing to forget stuff like that. Even movies and television say it. I just wish it wasn't right.
I walk to (Y/BF/Name)'s house. As usual she's clad (insert clothing articles here). I shake my head laughing a little as I climb in her window, careful to not knock anything over. When (Y/BF/N) realizes I'm in (his/her) room, (he/she) sets the book down and jumps on me. "You're sixteen!" (Y/BF/N) squeals
"Soda forgot."
"I'll kill him for it later. Listen, I have this address of a place you're supposed to go later on tonight." (He/She) says, going to a desk, finding an index card and giving me the address. "Who told you to give this to me?" I ask
"A man wearing all black in the middle of the night on the corner of Pickett and Sutton." (Y/BF/N) responds sarcastically. I laugh at (his/her) joke. A couple hours later, I head out to find the address of the place (Y/BF/N) wrote down for me. I hear some quiet Elvis playing and I walk to the destination. I knock on the front door of a house and a big burly man answers. Burlier than Darry even.
"I-I was told to-"
"Backyard." He answers, slamming the door in my face. I hop his fence into the backyard, and there is a radio, the source of the Elvis music, with Sodapop standing there beaming.
"What's this?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, a trick I picked up from Two-Bit.
"Happy sweet sixteen, baby." Sodapop wishes to me with an even bigger grin
"I thought your forgot." I confess, hugging him
"Now how could I forget the day when the most important person in my life came into this world?" Sodapop inquires. I blush as he kisses me. We sit down and eat a chocolate cake he baked. It's really sweet, Soda doesn't understand how much sugar is too much sugar. "I searched all over for a place to have this little get-together with ya, this is the only guy that agreed on the price I offered."
"You didn't have to do this." I smile and giggle
"I think your friend (Y/BF/N) would get an axe and kill me if I forgot or just plain didn't do nothin'," Sodapop chuckles, "I can also see why (he/she) gets along with Dal so well." (A/N if your friend is a girl, they're together with Dallas, if your friend is a boy, then Dally and he are friends) He laughs a little more at his statement.
"Not as well as we do." I protest
"And that's something I like." Soda reveals, "Happy birthday, doll."
