Upon the Stars: Sodapop Curtis x OC {Completed}

Chapter Eight

     I woke up eventually, sometime in the afternoon. I stretched and struggled to sit up. I blinked, I was on the couch... I fell asleep on the floor! I sighed and kicked the covers to the end of the couch like I do every morning. I walked over to the washer and took my clothes out. I stuffed them in the dryer lazily and started it.

     "Good morning, Summer!" A voice greeted with a yawn.

     I sighed without reply and sat on the couch. I began to rub my eyes. I. Was. Tired.

     "Well, what's wrong with you this morning?" Soda asked sitting beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and stared at me.

     I frowned and yawned. "I'm tired, hungry, and I am NOT a morning person..." I groaned.

     "Well, I can fix the hungry problem..." Soda shrugged getting up. He walked into the kitchen and I began to hear pans shuffling around.

     "Chocolate cake... Again..." I mumbled. I laid back and kicked my feet up on the table. I looked around and sighed. After a long while I heard the dryer go off. I stood up and jogged over to the machine. I pulled my clothes out and headed towards the bathroom to get dressed. Once I was done I walked over to the couch to see a chunk of chocolate cake and chocolate milk awaiting for me on the table. "Thanks Soda!" I called to him. The phone began to ring, I became curious of who it was.

     Sodapop rushed into the living room over to the phone. "Anytime!" He replied cheerfully. He picked up the phone and swiped his blonde hair out of his face. "Hello?" He asked. "What a bummer..." Soda said into the phone. "Well, we'll tell ya what happens...!" He said. "Bye!" He smiled hanging up the phone. He sighed and turned to me. "Steve won't be able to make it... And we all know Two-bit will be after the girls..." Soda explained. "I guess it's just you and me..." He shrugged and sat down on the couch.

     I shrugged back. "I don't mind if you don't..." I said. I began to chug down my chocolate milk. I sat the glass down with a slight gasp of air. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and waited for a reply.

     "Why would I mind?" He asked. Soda continued, "You'll keep me company..."

     I smiled, "You're the entertaining one! I learn something new about you each day, it's like I'm writing an essay and you provide the information I need and enjoy... That's what I like about you!" I looked Soda directly into his blue eyes. "The more I hang out with you, the more I like you..." I added.

     "Dang, you just inspired me to get to know you more..." Soda chuckled.

     "Why, I wouldn't mind telling you about myself..." I laughed. "I'll start with some basics... My favorite color is purple, I love to wrestle playfully, I am abused, I'm adopted, I'm sixteen years old, my mom was taken over by drugs, my dad went missing after my kid brother died, and I hardly have friends... I was born February 12th of 1949," I explained simply.

     "What's your middle name?" He asked.

     "Rose..." I replied hesitantly.

     "Like the sweet flower you are, but a tuff cookie!" Soda chuckled.

     I shoved Soda playfully. "Shut your trap!" I laughed. "What's you middle name?" I asked sticking out my tongue.

     "Take a wild guess!" He smirked.

     "Gosh, I dunno..." I shrugged.

     "Patrick!" Soda answered patting my back a couple times.

     "Interesting..." I nodded smoothly. I looked at the clock on the wall. "Hey, when does that movie start?" I asked.

     "Somewhere 'round eight..." Sodapop replied. He walked over and turned the TV on. "In the meantime I'm gonna make myself something to eat..." He said.

     "Ok..." I sighed.