Sam was all turned around. She didn't know where she was going or where she was. Tulsa wasn't a big city, but it was confusing, a tangle of streets, side-streets and alleys. And then there was the issue of the South Side and the other side. The Greasers and the Socs. Sam didn't really want to get involved with anything of the sort. In her short time in town, she had heard that the rivalry between the two sides could get violent.

Sam dragged her hand through her wavy red hair in frustration. She plodded along the road, wondering where her brother thought she was. He was probably worried about her. There was a gas station a block up from where she stood. She walked towards it, hoping maybe someone could give her directions. The sun was hot overhead and Sam pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail.

She reached the gas station, the sign overhead read DX. Sam checked her pockets, she had enough for a soda to cool her down. The bells over the door jingled as she pushed the door in, a rush of cool air brushed over her face. The inside of the store was a cold respite from the heat of the day. A handsome boy at the front counter looked up and grinned at Sam. Sam's heart fluttered, he looked like a movie star. He looked better than a movie star.

"Hey," he said. "Can I help you?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah, can I get a Coke an directions back to Oak Street?"

"Sure," the guy said. "My name's Soda."

"That's original," Sam laughed as Soda passed a glass coke bottle over the counter.

"That's seventy five cents," Soda said.

Sam dropped her change on the counter. Soda scooped it up and counted it before locking it away in the register.

"So, directions?" Sam asked.

Soda grinned mischievously. "Go up one more block, take two lefts and walk until you see the street sign."

"Thanks," Sam replied, turning to leave.

"Wait," Soda said.

Sam turned back. "What?"

"Those directions are going to cost you," Soda stated, his smile was still plastered on his face.

"How much?" Sam asked.

"A kiss."

Sam blushed slightly, she didn't know if Soda was joking or not. It didn't seem he was. Sam walked back to the counter where Soda was resting his elbows with a big grin on his face. Sam didn't know if she should think he was stupid or to be pleased he was asking her this favor.

Sam moved to kiss Soda on the cheek, but he turned his head at the last moment. If it were any other guy, Sam would have rolled her eyes and commented on how typical a move that was. But as her lips collided with Soda's, all she could think about was how she didn't want the moment to end and how she didn't want to leave.

THE END