*Izzy's POV*
Steve and I were working on one of the cars out the back while Soda tended to the counter. Steve and I preferred cars over the counter, that was Sodas territory, mostly because girls couldn't stop flirting with him, If Steve or I were there especially me they would just ask,
"where's Soda," and hold up the line, so it was easier if Soda was just there.
"So... you and Dally," Steve said. I was checking the spark plugs under the car at the time.
"What no. What on earth are you talking about Steve!"
"Oh come on Izz. We all saw the way you looked at him, and he looked at you," Soda chimed in.
"Why don't you just shut your trap Soda? and tend to your counter," I snapped.
"Eye eye Captain Izz Fizz," he saluted.
Captain Izz Fizz, I got that nickname in the 3rd grade, after some soc snatched my Pepsi, and poured it out all over me I lost it and had my first fight I total won, and the soc never bothered me again.
"If you do catch feelings for old Winston, you would tell us right, Izzy?" Steve questioned me.
"Of course Steve, you and soda are my best friends, why wouldn't I tell you?"
Me having felling for Dallas Winston I thought, how could I?