This is a Stevepop story, currently paused and under editing.
Without any warning or hesitation he got up from the couch, moving to stand in front of me. I sat up watching in pure curiosity. And then he got down on one knee.
"Sodapop Patr...
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Steve's P.O.V
I started to get pretty hungry waiting for Soda, dang he takes a lot of time walking only four blocks. But then again he has always been a slow walker, and runner. Haha I remember this one time when we were 10, some socs we're calling us names-
Flashback~ "Trash!" "Greaser trash!" "Greaser garbage!" I turned to Soda, his eyes began to get glossy.
"Hey, why don't you jerks get lost!" Soda gave me a look that said, ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY!
"Watch the way you talk greaser, wouldn't want all that greasy hair to be scalped off would you?" He then pulled a switchblade out from his pocket and pointed it at our heads.
I looked at Soda and we both took off running as fast as we could, I started to see the houses of my neighborhood and ran towards the small tree area in hope we could lose the socs in there. When I looked to my right where Soda was originally running next to me, he wasn't there. I took a small quick glance over my shoulder, I saw little Sodapop just barely out running those dummies. I slowed down just a little bit and reached out to grab his hand and pulled him along until we got to the tree area. The socs didn't follow in after us.
"Oh- my- god! Steve!" Soda said through pants, "Are you insane?!"
I laughed lightly then fell down on my back out of exhaustion, not long after Soda laid next to me, shoulder to shoulder. Then he grabbed my hand tightly. We stayed like that until the sun started to set.
End Flashback~
Soda had come back and we sat at the table in the back to eat, he got my favorite. Cheeseburger extra pickles and a coke without ice. We just sat in silence.
"Oh,"
"What?" I asked, turning my attention to the little piece of paper in Soda's hand.
"Um I guess the girl from the store gave me her number."
"Oh," I looked down and felt a tightness in my chest, "You gonna call her?"
"I don't know, maybe. Could be a good way to take my mind off Sandy."
"Yeah." I sighed, "I did that after Eve broke up with me, slept with other girls."
"Sleeping with girls I don't know isn't really my thing," He tossed the little paper away "Call me old fashioned but, sex should be romantic and mean something."
The conversation continued, me teasing him about being a square, and him calling me a hoe.
