Steve chucked the football across the yard, aiming for Two-Bit's head. It missed Two-Bit and sailed over to the neighbor's yard. The Curtis' had neighbors on either side of the house. On one side there were the Jefferson's, a quiet, older couple that mostly kept to themselves, and on the other side there was a single mother who had a teenaged son and daughter. The son was a year younger than Pony and the daughter was the same age as Soda. The guys in the gang that still went to school usually saw her around because she was a cheerleader and cheerleaders were always front and center at the football games.
"That's what you get for being a dick!" Two-bit laughed.
Steve rolled his eyes and jogged over to the neighbor's yard as the daughter came out of the house. She picked up the ball and gently tossed it to him. He nodded and muttered a thank you, walking back to the Curtis'. Soda smiled and waved to the girl and she grinned and walked over to the yard.
"Hi Sodapop," she said, smiling.
"Hey, Holly. Off to practice?" Soda asked.
She nodded and waved her pom-poms. Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Dumb cheerleaders, always peppy and yelling about some big game. He wasn't surprised that Soda was always talking to Holly; they were both so happy they had sunshine and rainbows coming out of their asses.
"Well, I should get going. Are you guys coming to the game tonight? We're playing Bannard High," Holly said.
Two-bit nodded, joining the conversation, "We'll be there, sugar."
Holly grinned and got in her beat-up car, pulling out of her drive-way. The boys went back to their football game until Darry got home from work around seven.
Later that night, the gang arrived to the football game and took their seats in the bleachers. Steve nudged Soda and tilted his head in the direction of the cheerleaders.
"There's your girlfriend," he said, chuckling.
Soda rolled his eyes and smirked, "You're just jealous 'cause she doesn't like to talk to you."
"Please, she's a cheerleader, not exactly my type."
Two-bit let out an exhale of smoke and whistled. "I don't know man, I'd take any of those girls home."
"You'd bang any girl, moron."
Two-bit scowled, but didn't disagree. Steve couldn't help but notice that despite Holly's cheery demeanor, she wasn't bad to look at. But then again, what cheerleader wasn't bad to look at? Sure he'd take her home if the opportunity presented itself, but he figured he might as well let Soda have her.