You spray your neck with one last pump of perfume just as you hear the doorbell ring. It was your boyfriend, Soda, ready to pick you up for your date. “Come in!” You shout from your room. “Hey babe!” You hear Sodapop say from the kitchen. You fix your hair one last time in the mirror before stepping out into the living room. “Hey! Ready to go?” You ask. “W-whoa” He says as he stares at you in awe. You giggle. “You look so beautiful (Y/N).” “Thank you, handsome.” You say as you take his hand. You guys get into Sodas car and he begins to drive. “So, where are we going?” You ask.” He smirks and says “It’s a surprise.” He hands you a blindfold. You look at him dumbfounded. “Well go on, put it on!” You slip the blindfold on and wait another 10 minutes before he says “Ok, were here!” You attempt to open your door but Soda whips around the front of the car and does it for you. He wraps his arms around your waist to guide you to your destination. When he takes off your blindfold, you find yourself by the waterfront, starring at a picnic table covered in candles and rose peddles. You two sit down to share one plate of pasta. You each put one side of a piece of spaghetti in your mouth and do lady and the tramp until you end up kissing. He stares into your eyes before hesitantly speaking “I-I l-love you, (Y/N)” He says. At first you’re caught off guard, but end up smiling as you say “I love you too, Soda.” You lean over the table and give him another kiss.
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a punch to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked by the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a punch to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked by the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
***
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on top of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on top of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”