I rolled over from my comfy sleeping position to look into Sodapop's face all screwed up.
"AH!"
"HAHAHAHA" Soda laughed as I sat up and tried to hit him. I missed as he ducked. Soda's face had looked creepy. He finally stopped laughing and started breathing and I kicked him off the bed with a laud 'thud'
"That was not funny Sodapop Curtis. You scared the wits outta me!" I wasn't really mad even if I tried to act like it. All I did was get up and stretch and Soda crawled out of the room moaning like I shot him or something. I laughed and went into the living room still not fully dressed. There was the gang, yelling, just about smashing stuff, fighting in the kitchen and laughing loudly. And there was Johnny. Oh god, here I go again. I know I shouldn't think like that! He's a guy to. And what would he say if he knew? Nope. It would never work.
"Hey Johnny."
"Hey Pony."
I sat down next to him and felt my face redden.
"Hey Darry, what's for breakfast?" I called just to stop from having to say something stupid to Johnny. Its not like I could just go 'Hey Johnny, your looking hot today.'
"What do you think?" was Darry's reply. I got up from my seat and, on my way into the kitchen, tripped over Two-Bit who was on the floor after being tripped by Steve.
"Is there any more soda left?" I asked Darry as I went through the fridge.
"I don't know if there's enough of me to go around", said a mocking voice behind me.
"Oh shut up" I said kicking him in the leg and finally pulling out some Pepsi. Grabbing some cake to go along with my soda, I went back to my place on the couch. Then i got really interested in the pop bubbles.
"Um, Pony, are you okay?" I heard Johnny say and my face must have gone mighty red.
"Yeah, I'm fine... just a little tired." I said just before downing the soda. Whoa was that stupid! I just about died from the bubbles.
"Whoa Pony! Whattaya think your doing?!" Johnny said patting my back as I coughed... I think I kinda inhaled that. Oh well...
After I finally could breath again I glared at my empty soda can still trying not to look at Johnny. Finally I came to my senses and called Darry.
"Darry! Could you pass me some soda!" I said. I didn't get an answer.
"DARRY?!"
"DARR-" WHUMF.
"ARHG!!!" struggling to see what hit me, I came face to face with Soda.
"Hiya Pony! You hollered?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Then kick him off me and go get a Pepsi. Soda lay laughing on the floor and Johnny was suppressing laughter as he watched Soda roll around on the floor. I wish I could make Johnny happy like that more often... I wish I could hold him in my arms and-.... Why am I doing it again?! It's like... something that I can't seem to help. Impulsive you could call it...
Sitting down next to Johnny a minute later didn't help my thoughts... I guess this is something that I will have to get used to. I can't really tell him. Or anyone for that matter. It's just wrong. It's like... Soda telling me that he loves Steve... but then again; he IS showing signs of it! Heh heh...
"AH!"
"HAHAHAHA" Soda laughed as I sat up and tried to hit him. I missed as he ducked. Soda's face had looked creepy. He finally stopped laughing and started breathing and I kicked him off the bed with a laud 'thud'
"That was not funny Sodapop Curtis. You scared the wits outta me!" I wasn't really mad even if I tried to act like it. All I did was get up and stretch and Soda crawled out of the room moaning like I shot him or something. I laughed and went into the living room still not fully dressed. There was the gang, yelling, just about smashing stuff, fighting in the kitchen and laughing loudly. And there was Johnny. Oh god, here I go again. I know I shouldn't think like that! He's a guy to. And what would he say if he knew? Nope. It would never work.
"Hey Johnny."
"Hey Pony."
I sat down next to him and felt my face redden.
"Hey Darry, what's for breakfast?" I called just to stop from having to say something stupid to Johnny. Its not like I could just go 'Hey Johnny, your looking hot today.'
"What do you think?" was Darry's reply. I got up from my seat and, on my way into the kitchen, tripped over Two-Bit who was on the floor after being tripped by Steve.
"Is there any more soda left?" I asked Darry as I went through the fridge.
"I don't know if there's enough of me to go around", said a mocking voice behind me.
"Oh shut up" I said kicking him in the leg and finally pulling out some Pepsi. Grabbing some cake to go along with my soda, I went back to my place on the couch. Then i got really interested in the pop bubbles.
"Um, Pony, are you okay?" I heard Johnny say and my face must have gone mighty red.
"Yeah, I'm fine... just a little tired." I said just before downing the soda. Whoa was that stupid! I just about died from the bubbles.
"Whoa Pony! Whattaya think your doing?!" Johnny said patting my back as I coughed... I think I kinda inhaled that. Oh well...
After I finally could breath again I glared at my empty soda can still trying not to look at Johnny. Finally I came to my senses and called Darry.
"Darry! Could you pass me some soda!" I said. I didn't get an answer.
"DARRY?!"
"DARR-" WHUMF.
"ARHG!!!" struggling to see what hit me, I came face to face with Soda.
"Hiya Pony! You hollered?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Then kick him off me and go get a Pepsi. Soda lay laughing on the floor and Johnny was suppressing laughter as he watched Soda roll around on the floor. I wish I could make Johnny happy like that more often... I wish I could hold him in my arms and-.... Why am I doing it again?! It's like... something that I can't seem to help. Impulsive you could call it...
Sitting down next to Johnny a minute later didn't help my thoughts... I guess this is something that I will have to get used to. I can't really tell him. Or anyone for that matter. It's just wrong. It's like... Soda telling me that he loves Steve... but then again; he IS showing signs of it! Heh heh...