IMAGINE FOR *ISABELLA RANDLE*
Soda brushed away some of his tears that rolled down his cheeks as he walked up to his best friend, Steve Randle's, house. He ran his fingers through his dirty brown hair and brushed it out of his face as he knocked, breathing unsteadily.
The door slowly opened to reveal a doe-eyed fifteen-year-old girl. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess and looked like she just got out of bed. Sodapop looked down a little at her and tilted his head in a confused way. "Who are you.." He started to ask when an idea dawned on him. "Wait...Are you Evie?"
She almost chuckled at that as she smiled up at him. "Nah, I'm Isabella, Stevie's sister."
Soda's cheeks tinted a light pink. "Oh, I wonder why Steve's never mentioned you..."
"Yeah...but he sure did mention you, Soda, right?"
Soda nodded but soon raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah, how'd ya know?"
Isabella looked down and blushed a little. "Your looks."
Soda just did his famous Sodapop grin. "I do look good, don't I?"
Izzy let out a laugh then suddenly asked, "Why are you here?"
The grin on his face immeadiately dropped and turned to a frown. His eyes were almost as sad as his voice as he whimpered, "I had to come tell Steve that I couldn't come to work for a few days because my parents passed..."
Isabella gasped lightly and covered her mouth with her hand, eyes showing sadness. "Oh my... I'm so sorry, Soda..." She then opened her arms and beckoned him in for a hug. "Come here... let's go inside and i'll make you some tea..."
So there they went, into the house where he would cry and let her comfort him