Sodapop x Reader
angst
A heartbeat is supposed to stay where your heart is, correct? Well, no, as (Y/N) has felt their heartbeat right against their temple, making it impossible to think of anything. In the end, though, (Y/N) doesn't want to think of anything, especially since Sodapop will not shut his lips. God, those lips. Those pretty lips.
"Hey, Peaches? You okay?" Peaches. God (Y/N) loves that name. Soda gave it to them after there was a Peach Festival; there was an eating contest which (Y/N) took part of. They threw up everything.
"Yeah, I'm fine," they answer slowly.
"Did you hear what I said though? I finally got you a date to prom!" Sodapop had finally gone back to school thanks to (Y/N)'s help. And now it's senior year, and prom is tomorrow. Soda is still going with Sandy. God the number of times (Y/N) wanted to smack her for being a no good, dirty, stereotypical whor- "Earth to Peaches?"
"What?" they snap. Seems like even thinking of Sandy gets (Y/N) riled up.
"Do you not like the person I got you a date with? I mean-I thought they were good but-"
"Will you shut up?!" (Y/N) exclaims, sitting up from the dinner table. If only it was (Y/N)'s house, they would break everything. "Okay, since you've had your head stuck up your own ass, let me dim it down for you, Einstein: We've been friends for eight years. And I have loved you two and a half years.
"I've tried giving you signals, everything, but it seems like it can't get through your thick skull. You hook me up with someone else but the person I want to fuck and make-out with is you, Sodapop Curtis."
Soda is silent, his mouth open before he stutters out, "I'm-I'm-I'm-"
"Man, forget it." (Y/N) exhales heavily, grabbing all their stuff swiftly. They throw their bag over their shoulder, running outside and away from the Curtis' household.
Soda just stays in place, not really knowing how to react.
