Prologue: you are a 16 years old greaser living in Tulsa, staying with your cousin two-bit whom you called mouse. You were dating sodapop curtis and good friends with the gangs. Johnny and dally are still alive and sandy is long gone. Imagine: you had been walking around the streets, when out of nowhere the rain began ,pouring like a sinners sweat in church. You were blocks away from you home but only down the street from your Boyfs Sodapop's. As you approached the gate you could hear laughin from inside, the whole gang was there. You jogged up the steps and through the door. The entire gang looked up at you 'hey gang' you said hoping they wouldn't freak out. 'y/n ? Your drenched!' Soda said while running up to you and hugging you tightly. He took your hand and lead you to the bathroom. 'Dry off and I'll get you some dry clothes' he said looking at you with with a smirk, like you were insane. 😏 He handed you a towel and quickly left to get some of his clothes for you to wear. When he came back you were standin in your underwear drying off. He stood there looking at you in total awe. He had never seen you in so little clothing before. You looked up at him embarrassed but when you saw his face you felt like gold 'youre prefect y/n' he said quietly and steped closer to you 'can I have the clothes?' Ou asked. He looked at you for a second as if making a tough decision 'no' he said firmly placing them down on the counter, flashing you that movie star smile. 'Soda' you begged with a smile in your face. 'Kiss me first' he commanded inching closer, closing the gap between you.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
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Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 year old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I love you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 year old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I love you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”