With All My Heart || Sodapop Curtis x Reader

chapter 26

Your POV

I woke up with Soda's arms around my, holding me against his chest. My head resting in the nape of his neck. He shifts and smiles down at me sleepily.

"Good morning beautiful." He pulls me closer and kisses my head.

"Good morning." I giggle and kiss his neck, where there already are a litter of hickeys. He snuggles back up and closes his eyes.

"I need coffee." I groan the light pouring in through the blinds blinds me. "Babe will you go get me some coffee."

"But then I have to get up and put clothes on." He whines.

"Please." I beg and kiss down his neck again.

"Fine." He rolls out of bed and pulls on his clothes.

"Two milk one sugar." I call after him.

"Yeah yeah." He waves me off and walks downstairs.

I get up and grab my clothes from the floor. My dress was all rumpled so I would have to wash that later. I pull on my undergarments and climb back into bed. There's a quiet knock on the door and whoever is on the other side doesn't wait for me to answer.

"Hey." Steve says poking his head in.

"Hi." I sit up in bed holding the sheets over my chest.

"How was dinner?" He doesn't meet my eyes.

"Fine." I was still upset with him.

"Look im sorry okay. I just don't want to see him get hurt."

"Steve I understand. But I would never hurt him, I know what thats like and I never want to bring that onto anyone else." I fiddle with the sheets.

"You're good for him. Haven't seen him this happy in a while. He hasn't had to take his pills in a while." My head shoots up and he turns as white as a ghost. "You.. but..I-"

"What?"

"Shit I- I thought you knew."

"Pills for what Steve?"  I stand up I didn't care I was half naked.

"Depression." He keeps his eyes locked with mine. I felt my throat tighten.

Depression? Soda of all people had depression? Maybe Dally or Johnny. But Soda.

"You're lying." I state.

"No I'm not." He says defensively.

"Then I'll ask him when he comes back up here." I grab a shirt from Soda's closet and pull it on then pull on my jeans.

"Fine." Steve snaps and storms out.

Depression? Soda? There was no way.

"Shit." I mumble dropping my earing under the bed. I get down on all fours and look for it. Underneath the bed was a complete mess. A sock, a few text books, an old puzzle and a letter are all shoved down there.

A letter? I let my curiosity get the best of me, I examine the front most of the words were scratched out but I could make out Florida and a return to sender stamp. I rip it open and a letter falls out that was written in Soda's loopy letters.

I felt my eyes go wide as I read the first sentence...

A/n

Hehehe cliffhanger >:)