Angel's POV

I woke up at 6:00 in the morning, just like I do everyday, took a shower, and got dressed for work. I worked at the DX. Not the grandest job of the century, but it paid the bills. You see, what my little sister doesn't know is that our aunt ran out on us. She sure did, and now it's up to me to make sure Babygirl has a future. So I dropped out of school and started working with my best friends: Sodapop and Steve.

Once I was dressed, I went down stairs to make me some breakfast and lunch for me, Steve and Soda. I made us lunch everyday because being the boys they are, they would forget and go hungry all day, and I wasn't going to hear it. After leaving Babygirl a note telling her that I loved her and breakfast was in the oven, I walked out of the house and to work. I walked into the gas station and went behind the counter.

"Heya Angel," Sodapop said walking in from out back.

He leaned against the counter and smiled that smile of his. I had to force my heart to slow down and my face not to heat up.

"Go...good morning Soda," I mentally hit myself for stuttering, "where's Steve? He still has that car to fix."

"And he'll do it when he does," Steve grumbled coming through the door.

He stood in front of the counter holding a beer.

"A little early to be drinking don't you think Steve," I smirked, "and I hope you get to it and get that car fixed by two today or Bill is going to hold your pay again, and you don't want that, do you?"

Steve grumbled and made his way out back. I turned my head to Soda and smiled.

"I win."

He laughed, "yeah, you sure do, and I've noticed you've won a lot lately."

I rolled my eyes. I walked out from behind the counter and started straitening up the magazines in the window.

"You would win a lot of argument with him as well if you have the right leverage, and his month's pay is a great leverage," I said matter of factly.

He shook his head, "I guess so."

I started to say something when the door busted open and a flash of bleach blonde went by me.

"Hey babe," Sandy squealed leaning over the counter to kiss Soda.

"Hey Sandy," Soda smiled brightly, "what are you doing here?"

"What, can't a girl come see her guy," she asked giving that fake pout face.

I rolled my eyes and stopped listening to the couple. That's right, couple. What does he see in her anyway. I could help but feel a hint of jealousy. Okay, a lot of jealousy, not to mention anger. She wasn't good for him. She flirted with every guy she crossed even when she was with Soda. She was a slut, but being the friend that I am, I keep my opinions (facts) to myself. The store door opened again and in walked the girl besides my sister I could stand, Steve's girlfriend Evie.

"Hey Angel, how have you been," she asked pulling my eyes away from the giggling couple to her.

"I was fine until she walked in," I said keeping my voice down so only Evie could hear, "why do you put up with her?"

We looked over to see Sandy giving a fake laugh to one of Soda's jokes.

Evie sighed and turned back to me, "as a good girlfriend, I have to at least try to get along with my boyfriend's best friend's girlfriend, who happens to be Sandy. I don't like her as much as you do, but I do what I can to keep some peace around here."

I groaned, "right."

"Hey," she put her hand on my shoulder, "you are so much better than her."

"He doesn't think so," I mumbled.

Evie was the only person who knew about my crush on Soda. Though others probably knew, she was the only one who I actually told.

"He does. He just doesn't know it yet," Evie shook her head, "so where is my man anyways?"

I put my hands on my hips, "doing his job finally so don't you dare interrupt him."

She playfully moved her eyebrows up and down. Before I could stop her, she ran out the door laughing. I shook my head. So much for Steve's monthly pay.

BING!

I looked outside to see a customer waiting at one of the pumps, but of course, Soda didn't notice because he was sucking face with Ms. Slut...I mean Sandy. I casually walked around them to behind the counter.

"You know as much as I love to watch you two eat each other's faces, I can't help but notice we have a customer," I said opening a used magazine.

I heard the door open and close telling me that Soda went out to tend to the customer. I flipped two pages of the magazine when it was snatched from me. I looked up to see Sandy holding it with a glare on her face. I gave her a bored look.

I leaned against the counter, "welcome to DX, how may I help you to..."

"Don't think I don't know what you are trying to do," she snarled.

"Alright, I'll bite," I rested my head in my hand, "what am I trying to do?"

"You listen to me and you listen good. Sodapop is mine, not yours, and you can't take him away," she looked me up and down, "well like you could take him away anyways. I mean you're ugly for one thing, you don't wear make-up, and you have short fizzy hair that is a horrible blonde. I mean who gave you that color anyways."

"Um, God," I stated, "you know, our Lord."

"I know who he is," she screamed, "I just can't believe that when he made a beautiful, awesome woman like me, he also made a thing like you."

"Funny, they say he works in mysterious ways," I said.

She giggled then glared, "Stay away from him Davids."

She started walking outside.

"Yeah sorry but there is one detail you forgot," she glanced back at me, "we're best friends and we work together so deal with it."

She huffed and stormed outside.

"Aww man, she took the magazine with her."