Val ♡
I paced the floor, running my hands through my hair and gnawing on my lip.
"What the hell does that mean?" I screamed, kicking at the couch while trying to hold back tears.
"What does what mean?" asked Dally, entering the room. He gripped one of Darry's beers in his hands.
I explained the story to Dally, Johnny, and Pony, while sitting on the couch with my head in my hands.
"Soda ain't cheating on you." Pony defended his older brother matter-of-factly, but i knew he was only 14 and he loved Sodapop more than anyone else.
Dally slammed his beer down and stood. "Okay, let's go."
"Go where?" I asked, wiping away a tear.
"We're going to pay our pal Sodapop a visit. And then I'll see whether or not I have to beat him senseless." He was already half out the door.
The three of us scurried behind him and I sat in the passenger seat of his car.
"What if we run into Tim Shepard?"
"Then I'll beat him senseless too," Dally responding, grinning roguishly.
"Why do you care about me all the sudden?" I snorted, leaning back into the seat.
"I've always cared about ya, princess."
"Well it didn't seem that way when we were goin' out."
"Yeah, well that's why we're not goin' out, ain't it? I knew that I wasn't a good boyfriend."
I retorted, "I believe we aren't goin' out because I rejected you."
"That too."
I heard Ponyboy whisper to Johnny, "Should we be here for this?"
The older of the two just shrugged.
"Well, I was a rotten boyfriend," Dally mumbled, not looking at me because he was focused on the road.
I wanted to say something like, "Yeah, you got that right", but I didn't.
We sat in silence until we pulled into the Dingo.
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Sodapop ♡
Steve grinned recklessly as he stared at the waitress, who was walking away from our table.
The girl, Carolyn, wore a metallic mini skirt and a bright pink blouse, normal attire for the workers at the Dingo.
I rolled my eyes at his childishness and sipped my Coke.
Two-Bit whistled. "That is one fine broad."
The three of us sat at a table at the Dingo. No one else who was supposed to come hang out seemed to show.
There was music playing, and a large group of teens getting drunk.
"C'mon Soda, you're in a relationship, not blind," Steve encouraged, and I sighed.
"She's cute," I said, which wasn't a lie. She had dark brown, almost black hair that fell shoulder length, and was tall with blazing blue eyes.
Two-Bit and Steve sipped their drinks, which they had undoubtedly spiked with something.
Steve was acting drunk already, slurring his words and nearly grabbing at the waitresses as they walked by.
"Pull yourself together," I hissed at him.
Steve pouted. "You're no fun," he slurred.
Two-Bit, to my relief, was acting normally. He was drunk all the time, and it had sort of just become his personality.
I noticed him looking over at the door, and I turned to follow his gaze.
A group of guys, Tim Shepard's gang, walked in and sat at the bar a few yards away.
I sighed. They usually meant trouble. We just wanted to finish up and get to the party.
Then Curly came rushing in.
He muttered something to Tim with a shocked expression.
But one phrase came out clearly.
"It was Dallas Winston."
I looked back over at Two-Bit, who had obviously heard the same thing I had.
But Steve was nowhere to be found, and it took me a minute to see him on the other side of the bar with more teens chanting something.
Beer dribbled down his face, and I rolled my eyes at my friend. Usually it would be Two-Bit in the situation, but he was surprisingly calm that night.
Tim Shepard, with clenched fists, led his gang out into the parking lot where they hopped into their T-Bird and sped away.
"We have to warn Dally," Two-Bit told me, and I nodded.
He raced over to use the phone that was placed behind the bar.
I went over to find Steve, but was intercepted by our waitress, Carolyn.
"So, what's your name?" she asked, scanning me up and down with a sly smirk.
"Uh, it's Sodapop."
"That's a nice name." She raised her eyebrow at me flirtatiously and stepped closer. I backed away.
"Oh, thank you. I really need to-"
She didn't respond, only stepped closer to me.
"I'm Carolyn." Then she took out a folded piece of paper, kissed it, and tucked it into the pocket of my flannel.
"Thanks, but I-" I was going to tell her that I have a girlfriend, but I stopped when I heard a bottle break and saw Steve making out with some stranger who was bar tending.
"Glory.. I have to-"
I tried to break away but Carolyn grabbed my arm and pulled me until we were inches apart.
"Please, I need to go help my friend," I said, a little too angry.
She smiled at me. "You're adorable."
For a second I thought she was going to kiss me, and she looked so delicate that I didn't want to push her back.
I squirmed away from her, turning my head and doing everything I could without shoving her.
Then the phone began to ring, and Carolyn rolled her eyes before turning around to answer it.
I bolted away and yanked Steve towards me. Two-Bit was already over there, but he was not exactly helping the situation.
Well, I'll just say it. He was already kissing his own broad.
"Dammit, guys, have you all lost your minds?" I exploded, and both my friends shot away and looked at me.
"We have to go!" I encouraged, grabbing their arms. It took all of my human willpower to not slam their heads together.
Then someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned to see Carolyn standing behind me, her hands on her hips.
"You have a girlfriend?" she demanded.
"That's what I was getting at, yes," I growled.
She chuckled. "Why isn't she here with you?"
I sighed. I wanted to be done talking to this broad.
"Okay, Carolyn. Please just leave me alone."
I stalked away from her and she frowned. Two-Bit and Steve still refused to move.
"Keith Matthews, come to your senses!" Two-Bit turned around looked at me.
"Soda, just give me like five minutes, okay? Then we can go." I groaned and went back to our table alone.
More than five minutes had already passed, but I didn't want to go back over there because the greaser broad Two-Bit was with was giving me death glares.
Just as I stood up to collect them, the door swung open and the restaurant went dead silent.
Dally came rushing in with a long cut down his jawline. He was followed by Ponyboy and Johnny, who looked dirty but didn't seem to have any serious injuries.
But the three of them were the least of my concern as soon as I took a closer look. A passed out Valerie, bleeding heavily from her shoulder, was resting in Dally's arms.
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