Dally cheats on you, and Sodapop comforts you.

You had to get out of there, so you ran. You just ran as fast as you could from Buck’s place. You just caught your boyfriend of four months, as if you could even call him your boyfriend now, cheating on you with that girl named Sylvia. Exactly, your boyfriend is, or was, Dallas Winston. You hated him so much right now, so you ran to the place where the one person who could help you was living; Sodapop Patrick Curtis.

You and Soda have been best friends for years now, and you could trust him with anything. Soda was known for being so understanding and helpful, even if it wasn’t even his place to act like that.

After what felt like an infinite nightmare, you reached the door of the Curtis house. “Soda! S-Soda, please!” You sobbed. He was probably asleep; you knew he might have had a long day at work, and it was midnight right now. “I’m comin’! Shut your trap and stop knockin’.” He mumbled; obviously he was sleepy and he didn’t know it was you at the door.

The door opened to reveal Sodapop in a robe and pajamas. He had tired eyes and messy hair, you felt bad for waking him up. He realized that it was you at the door, and his eyes widened. “Gosh, Y/N, what happened?!” He asked, bringing you into a warm hug. “D-Dally cheated on m-me. I caught him with Syl-Sylvia at Buck’s place!” You let out a sob once again, wrapping your arms around Soda, not wanting to let go.

“Oh my, come ‘ere. Let’s get you inside, darlin’.” He cooed, picking you up bridal style and bringing you into the house. He managed to close the door with you still sobbing in his arms, and then he sat down on the couch with you in his lap.

“It’ll be okay, alrigh’? Trust me, Dally can’t settle down for no one, anyway. Sucks for him; Jesus Christ, that jerk. He’s lucky my parents taught me better manners or else he would be beaten to a pulp right now.” Soda said through gritted teeth. “Why would he do this to a girl like you?” He frowned, gazing down at you. He handed you some tissues, noticing that the tears were running down like a waterfall.

“Why wouldn’t he? I’m obviously not what a boy wants in a girl,” You said, pausing to use a tissue. Soda literally froze right when you said that. “You’re kiddin’ me, righ’?” Soda asked in disbelief.

“Never. Why would I be kidding, anyway? I’m just a pathetic girl crying over a boy who I thought loved me for once, right?!” You sobbed again, throwing the tissue box across the room, but failing miserably. You just cried harder.

“Y/N, baby, you listen to me now. You are everythin’ a boy wants in a girl. You’re smart, funny, kind, gentle, sweet, truthful, compassionate, sassy, and undeniably perfect.” He said, a small smile on his face.

You just looked at him in shock. “I like you, doll, I always have. I always was jealous of Dally, too; whenever you were with him, I would feel sick to my stomach.” He whispered. You didn’t say anything; you just leaned in, wanting to give him a kiss. You then realized that you truly loved Sodapop all this time, not Dally. You both inched closer and closer to each other, desperate to get even closer.

“Just kiss me already, Y/N.” He chuckled at you, bringing his hands to your hips. “What do you think I want to do? Kiss someone else?” You whispered, your voice was extremely hoarse from all the sobs you let out from earlier.

“Y/N! What in God’s name are you doin’?!” You heard Dally’s voice boom, as if he was right there next to you. You and Sodapop jumped so far from each other, you literally ended up on opposite sides of the room. You looked to the door to see Dally standing there, and he’s never looked so angry in his life. You felt the tears form in your eyes; now, anything that involved Dally made you sad, and seeing him in person was too much to handle.

“Dally, why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be with Sylvia?” Sodapop hissed, and you knew that Sodapop hit a nerve when Dally clenched his fists. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dally scoffed, and that’s when you felt like you were going to explode.

“Really, Dallas?! You know exactly what he’s talking about! You’re just too busy thinking about that dumb broad to get your mind right!” You screamed at him, and that’s when Dally decided that enough was enough. You felt his rough hand collide with your cheek, and you fell down hard from all the force.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Sodapop yelled at him, throwing a punch or two. You were a little scared since you had never seen your best friend so angry at anybody. He was usually so happy, so content with life. Now, it was as if you had been seeing a whole other person.

Punches were thrown, curse words were yelled out, and you just thanked the Lord that no weapons were around. Although, you were still really scared for Soda, because you knew that Dally could kill somebody without even trying. So, you did the only thing you could do; call for Darry and Ponyboy.

“Darry, Ponyboy, get over here now!” You yelled, bounding through the house, desperate for them. Darry ran out with Ponyboy soon after to see what the fuss was all about. The three of you ran back to the living room, only to see Dally putting Sodapop in a headlock. Darry got a hold of Dally, and Ponyboy was having some trouble holding Sodapop back.

“Dally, I think it’s time that you left.” Darry said firmly, and Ponyboy just yawned. Dally just scoffed, and then he looked at you to see if you had anything to say about this whole situation. You saw a flash of pain and regret in his eyes when he looked at you, but it was quickly masked by the cold stare that was pure Dallas. Dally then just stormed out, slamming the door.

Darry and Ponyboy just looked back at you, you were standing there trying to hold in your tears. Then, the boys looked at Sodapop, who looked just about ready to explode. Ponyboy just sighed and trudged back to his room. “I’m not even goin’ to ask.” Darry said, walking away.

“Thanks, Soda.” You said. Sodapop didn’t say anything, he just strode over to your, cupped your face, and kissed you ever so gently; so gently, you felt like you were going to explode. Then, he asked you the question you secretly yearned years for.

“Mine?” he whispered.

“Yours.” you breathed.