Resist you - Ended.

Σ.I.G.H.T.Σ.Σ.N

  ⤷Steve's P.O.V  

   After getting wasted at a bar downtown, I wandered over to the park Soda and I used to play in together as kids. It was near a foster home I was staying in at the time. I sat at the ground leaning on the pole where my action figure was broken. Soda felt so bad, and I was so mad.

   It felt just like yesterday.

   I started thinking about all the stupid things we used to do. Like the first time I got Soda to steal something, we were 13 and walking around in the socs side of town.

   Flashback~ "Here take this." I whispered sliding a pack of cigarettes in Sodas jacket pocket.

   "What no," He took the pack out of his pocket and handed them back to me.

   "Come on Soda," I put them back in his hand "We can't afford them."

   "But stealing is wrong."

   A man came around the corner he had grey hair and wrinkles all over his face, with a tattoo on his neck, and wearing a bright orange shirt, clearing stating he worked at the store. The man looked to be around 50, so it wasn't like he was gonna physically stop us himself.

   "Need some help boys?" He had crossed his arms while I glanced over to Soda who looked as white as a cloud.

   "Nope, we're good thanks." I simply stated, grabbing onto Sodas arm signaling we were leaving.

   The man's eyes starting wandering over us, clearly suspicious. When his eyes landed on the pack of cigarettes in Sodapops hand. Everything after happened pretty quick, I pulled on Sodas arm harder and we were out of the store and down the street faster than you can say smoke. Once we were out of the view of the store, we stopped to catch our breath.

   "Your an idiot." Soda managed to gasp out.

   "Thanks." I replied, just as out of breath. Then we just stood there laughing, both looking like idiots.

   End Flashback~

   I then picked my hungover body off the park ground and made my way to the DX. The walk was long, probably because I was still kinda drunk. But after losing track of time while sitting alone in a park, pining over someone I was to scared to share feelings with. I wanted to see him. I needed to see Soda. Nothing would have prepared me for walking into that gas station though. Nothing.

   After what felt like a million mile walk, the doors of the station came into view. And in I walked only to see standing at the counter, Sandy. They both turned to look at me. All of a sudden I felt a bit self conscious, like the long list of reasons I created for myself for coming here just, vanished.

   "Hi Steve," Sandy said while giving me a warm smile, she then turned back to Soda "So, will you take me back?"

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