𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 🦋

soda gets drunk for the first time...

🦋 credits to theoutsidersdirtyimagines on Tumblr 🦋

You stood in front of your best friend, disappointment clear in your eyes as you watched him make a fool of himself. He had a slutty girl clinging to his side, her well endowed chest was clear in his face... and he was gawking shamelessly at them with lush clear in his eyes. All notions of gentlemanly ways and chivalry were clear out of the window.

"Soda, I think it's time we go home." You said in the sternest voice you could muster. "Darry will be worried about you-"

"To hell with Darry!" He chortled, taking a swig of beer. "If you wanna leave, then go, I don't need you here to babysit me, I'm hear with Nancy-"

"Naomi" She corrected with a small giggle.

"Same thing." He grinned, his lips connecting to her neck, he kissed it lazily, sloppily...

Two-Bit had brought him here, he shoved drinks in his face and Sodapop had obliged without a second though- you knew he was still in pain over Sandy, you knew he was still shaken over nearly losing his brother... he wanted to let off some steam, and no matter how many times you convinced him to go home, he wouldn't. He wasn't acting like the Sodapop you knew.

"Please, Soda, come home with me." You tried once more. You just wanted to make sure he got home in once piece.

"Listen sweetheart!" Said Naomi, a glare on her face as she sized you up. "He said beat it, so do us a favour and fuck off."

You had expected Sodapop to lose it, instead he laughed once more before kissing her lips savagely, hunger dancing in the irises of his eyes.

"Soda..." You whispered, feeling betrayed.

"Just leave, Y/N, you don't have to follow me around like a love sick puppy, I don't want you here. Just go."

"Okay." You murmured, you didn't dare to let any of your tears fall even though you knew there was going to be an avalanche of tears cascading down the mountains of your cheeks.

You walked out the door of Buck's house and into the cool and crisp winter winds. You walked down the street, hoping to make the short distance to your car without any kinds of hassle from the troublesome kids that liked to prowl these parts of the neighbourhood.

When you heard footsteps behind you, your heart rate picked up as your heart hammered away.

"Hey, Y/N, wait up!" You heard Two-Bit's voice from behind you, his hand grasping your forearm gently.

"What do you want?" You muttered as you stopped in your tracks.

"He's a jerk."

Jerk. That has never been a word anyone has ever used to describe your best friend. Kind, chivalrous, charming... mild mannered, but jerk? Never.

"I'm sorry that he treated you that way." Two-Bit said softly. "But that's not him in there."

"I know."

You should be angry with Two-Bit, furious even for getting him that drunk... but you realized it hadn't taken much coaxing from him. Sodapop came here knowing full well how he was going to be leaving.

"Can I walk you to your car?" He asked, his eyes scouring the neighbourhood as he looked at all the shifty looking guys.

"Please, you had scared me half to death." He chuckled softly as he linked his arm through yours.

But it should've been Sodapop walking you to your car. It should've been him making sure you got to it safe.