Can't Wait to Feel the Rain on Your Skin
Author: NTKG
Disclaimer: I am NOT SE Hinton, therefore I DO NOT own the outsiders or anyone associated with them. The only person I own is Samantha Randle.
Rating: T for language
AN: This is the latest creation from my lovely brain. The plot bunnies finally made me write this one out. I hope you like it. Make sure and review. No reviews, no story. That's the way I roll.
"The best and most wonderful things in the world cannot be seen or even heard. They must be felt with the heart."
"Come on Stevie. Let me come." Samantha Randle whined to her older brother.
"Why do you want to go to the movies with me and Evie? It's going to be boring." Steve asked, adding some more brown grease to his already greasy hair.
"Because if I don't get out of this house I'm going to go crazy. I promise I'll stay out of your hair." She pleaded. He sighed, looking at his younger sister.
"Fine." He decided. He didn't want her to have to stay here alone anyway. Their parents were on a second honeymoon for the next couple of weeks. She still acted kinda vulnerable too. Her boyfriend had broken up with her earlier in the week and she didn't act like she'd completely recovered yet.
"Thanks Steve!" She said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek, leaving a pink lip print in place of her lips.
"Geez Sam. You think you could put anymore lipstick on?" He asked, slightly irritated as he rubbed at the pink mark. She giggled as she ran to her room to change into something more 'night life' appropriate.
Steve went downstairs a few minutes later and slipped his jacket on. He then looked at his watch.
"Come on Sam! I'm meeting Evie in 5 minutes! I don't want to be late!" He yelled up the stairs. He heard some thuds, an ouch or two, and then his sister appeared at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a pink denim skirt and a curve fitting white top. Steve shook his head as she pulled on her jacket while coming down the stairs. She had really grown up this past year. She really looked like a woman now.
"You'd think you were going to the Grammy's or something." He grumbled at her as he opened the door, allowing her out as he grabbed the house key and followed.
"I have to look cute Steve. You know that." She stated, falling back in step next to him.
"I know. I know." He said laughing as he slung his arm over her shoulder. They came to the fence outside the Nightly Double and Steve quickly let go of Sam and wrapped his arms around Evie, who was waiting on them. They quickly lip-locked and she rolled her eyes. She was standing waiting on them to go into the movie when someone hugged her from behind. She turned around, the arms staying around her waist, and smiled when she saw her brother's best friend Sodapop Curtis.
"Hey SP." She said hugging him back.
"Hiya Sam. What are you doing here?" He asked, dropping his hands from her waist back down to his sides.
"I convinced Steve to let me tag along, bout you?"
"Well I was coming with Sarah from the DX, but she stood me up. Got back together with her ex. " He said shaking his head.
"That sucks. I wouldn't worry about it though. Her loss." She said smiling.
"I wasn't really that interested anyway. She's kind of an airheaded. " He smiled as they fell silent for a few moments. The silence was awkward and he hated it. "So, do you want to be my date for the night?" He asked smiling at her. She felt the color rising in her face as she looked down.
"Yea." She said softly, brushing hair out of her face but not looking up at him. Soda smiled to himself. She was cute when she blushed like that. Heck, she was cute anyway.
"Let's go then." He said smiling, motioning for her to follow him to the fence, where they crawled through the hole and stood on the other side. Sam wasn't sure where Steve and Evie went, but she wasn't really worried about it. She followed Soda to some seats a few rows back from the front and sat down. Sam leaned back against the seat and looked up at the huge screen as the movie started.
Halfway through the movie, the night air began to chill and Sam's hands were getting cold. She rubbed them together to created some heat, but found it unsuccessful.
"Cold?" Soda asked her in a low voice. They were still at the movies after all. She nodded softly.
"Here. Let me see your hands." Soda said smiling as he took them between his own warm ones. He gently rubbed his hands up and down hers to create heat. The blush crept back up her face as placed one hand, the now heated one, back on her lap and began rubbing the other. Once it was heated, he lay it down on her arm rest, but laced his fingers with hers. She looked at him for a moment, but he wasn't looking at her. She leaned back in her seat again, content that Sodapop Curtis was holding her hand.