My eyes fluttered closed and a long breath escaped my mouth. I put my hands behind my head on the headboard so my head wouldn't hit it. Mine and Soda's bodies were moving against each other quickly.
"Dio mio," I moaned. My bed was hitting the wall and making a horrible creaking noise, making me glad my mom and brother were both gone.
Sodapop had sweat rolling down his forehead and he was biting his lip which was very sexy. He grabbed my waist, pulled me closer which actually ended up hurting so I yelped. He didn't react, he just kept moving me around until I was on all fours on my bed. I again put my hand on the headboard so I wouldn't hit it.
"Fanculo," Soda exhaled sharply which made me grin. He rarely speaks in Italian because he thinks it's not normal, because he isn't Italian, but when he does, it's usually during sex or when he's yelling at a soc. It shouldn't matter anyway, I mean, a lot of the greasers that say shit in Italian only speak it because they've heard it their whole lives.
"Il bambino," I glanced over my shoulder at him. I gave him a "look", letting him know to calm down. Sometimes he gets so worked up he doesn't realize how flustered he's getting.
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"I like when you speak my language," I sat on Soda's lap with my arms around his neck, "it's hot."
Soda's cheeks turned pink and he shook his head, "I try not to because everyone else seems to adopt it but sometimes it slips out."
"l'italiano ti fa sembrare molto molto sexy. Mi piace un sacco," I pecked his lips and moved some hair out of his eyes.
He pushed hair behind my ear, "babe, I hardly understand the language. All I got from that is 'very very sexy,'"
"I said Italian makes you sound very very sexy. I like it a lot," I smiled as I connected my lips with his, "I can always teach you?"
He moved me to the side, "this is actually a good time to get going," he picked up his shirt from the floor, "Pony and Darry will be expecting me soon."
"So no Italian?" I cocked an eyebrow and moved under my covers. He kissed my lips goodbye then walked out of the room, avoiding my question which in the end means no.
I got up sooner than later to go hang out with Winston and some of the Brumly Boys. They're sending Norman and Kurt to my house to get me. I was gonna take Sodapop but he left too early to go with us. It's hard for us to hang out for a while and not act like a couple anyway.
I was sitting on the floor by my bed lacing up my converse when I was tackled and sent rolling across the floor. I screamed and put my guard up but I was quickly pinned to the floor and my eyes and mouth were covered by hands.
All of a sudden there was a burst of laughter and I was let go, so I opened my eyes and huffed, "how the hell did you get in?" I adjusted my shirt and stood on my feet.
Dallas pushed past Norman and Kurt to get to me, "we're greasers, Hunny. Breaking in is our specialty."
"I thought you were sending these morons to come get me," I rolled my eyes and bent down again to finish tieing my shoes. Norman sat on my bed so I looked at him, "you may not wanna sit there."
Dally chuckled, "why, you get laid?" He said jokingly until he saw the look on my face. "Our little Elle got laid," he smirked. "Tell me, was it a Coyote?"
"No," I stood up and grabbed my leather jacket, "it's not important who it is anyway because I ain't telling you."
"Cool, well lets moter," Dal put his arm around my shoulders and nudged me towards my door. The four of us left the house and began walking down the street.
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After the two Brumly's left to hang with their gang, me and Dal went to the Curtis' place. Me and Dallas were sitting on the couch talking while Steve waited by the table for Sodapop to show up because he gets off of his night shift soon. Pony went with Darry to the grocery store since it's the emptiest part of the day, dragging Johnny along to distract him.
Soda came slumping through the door, so Steve rushed towards him to tackle him down. They ended up on the floor,
"Aye, Steve," Soda groaned and rolled over, "I had a long day, bud."
"You were missing for half of it," he chuckled and helped his overworked friend up, "I mean I checked with the Brumly's and the Coyotes and you weren't with anyone."
Soda shrugged, "I was just messing around town today that's all. Got into a little match with a Soc even. Hung with some people." He lied to keep our relationship secret.
Steve nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders, "as long as you're having fun, buddy."
Sodapop then glanced at me, "what'd you do all day?"
"I was with Dal for a lot of it. Other than that, nothing really," I hoped Dallas didn't bring up the fact that he knows I slept with someone. That'd be hell to explain to Steve and for Sodapop to act like he knows nothing of it. Dally kept his mouth shut, but he nudged me and chuckled.
Sodapop followed Steve into the kitchen to raid the pantries of everything that could be eaten in the moment. Steve ended up with a chunk of bread and Sodapop had a probable week-old piece of chocolate cake from the back of the fridge.
"Oh," Sodapop came into the living room with his mouthful, "I left my wallet and jacket at your house earlier, Elle."
"You were with her?" Dally now seemed interested in the conversation. He sat forward and smirked at me.
Soda shrugged his shoulders, "I'm always at her house," he didn't think anything of it so he looked at me again, "just drop them off at my work tomorrow or something."
"Okay, Soda," I exhaled sharply and grabbed Dally's wrist making him look at me, "please don't," I muttered between my clenched teeth. "No one knows."
"Then you owe me," he laughed out loud evilly and sat back against the couch again. "When did that happen?"
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him outside quickly, "you need to shut your mouth."
"Hey, it was just a question, Darlin'," Dally leaned against the doorframe. "You two an item?"
"Yes... Its almost been a year, but you can't tell anyone. Especially not Steve. It'd kill him to hear that the girl he likes is dating his best friend," I ran my hands over my face and groaned, "no one was supposed to find out."
Dal saw this opportunity to pull out a cigarette so he did and lit it, "when were y'all planning on telling the rest of us?"
The smoke from Dally's cigarette blew past my face and disappeared into the air. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him, "I'll do anything for you to keep this secret. Not even Soda can know that you know."
"Hm," Dally hummed and kept his evil smirk plastered to his face, "I'll get back to you with my favor." He ruffled my hair and walked off with his cigarette in his hand.
I went back inside and of course, the two were waiting for me. I was tackled to the couch and my arms were wrestled behind my back until I was immobile. I screamed out loud and wiggled in their arms.
"Get off me!" I groaned and made puppy dog eyes at the two of them. One is my boyfriend, and one has a crush on me so it's bound to work on one of them.
Sodapop rolled off of me laughing but Steve stayed holding my hands glued behind my back. I groaned and wiggled around some more.
"Alright, Steve, let go of the poor thing," Soda nudged his best friend's arm as he laughed.
I was still struggling under Steve, and even though Sodapop told him to get off, he stayed on top of me and me and Soda both knew why. He just wants to be close to me.
I looked at Soda and he shook his head, walked towards Steve and pulled him off of me, "I said get off of her."
I sat up and sent a warning glare to Soda, telling him to not go too far. Steve glanced at his best friend then stood up, "what?"
"We tormented her enough. I know that you like her and everything, but come on," he said quieter.
Steve huffed angrily and moved away from me. I could tell he knew something was up when he grabbed Soda by the shoulders and shoved him down the hall to talk to him in his bedroom.