I gasped. "How could you say such a thing? James Dean is nothing compared to the word... Ugly." I said. "You're right he's nothing compared to that word, maybe because he is the word." Said Soda. "You punk, you are nothing like James Bryon Dean. He may only be in 3 movies, but at least those movies were a hit and will forever be a part of history." I said.
"Whatever, at least I look better than him." I gasp again. "You cocky bitch, every girl in Tulsa may be all over you, but every woman in the world is happy enough to see James Dean on screen." He stood silent. "Watchu gotta say now Sodapop? I beat yo ass." I said. "Alright you win." He puts his hands in the air.
"But..." He started, standing up from the couch and walking to me. "What now?" I whined. He giggles, "You may love James Dean very much, but still chose me. So, I think I won, right?" He says, grabbing my hips.
I rolled my eyes. "You chose Sodapop Patrick Curtis over James Bryon Dean." He said.
"I guess I did." I smiled and kissed him
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This is just a fluff and idk. I like James Dean, ig. I haven't even watched any of his movies. I think I should. Anyways...
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