Note: This is a sexual chapter. As I believe Sandy and Soda were anything but innocent and sweet, I do believe they had sex. If this offends you in anyway, then you can skip over this chapter. The sex scene isn't very detailed, so much can be left to your imagination. Meanwhile, updating is a great way to procrastinate that paper due tomorrow...

Disclaimer: All Characters in this story are owned by Susie Hinton, The story title is written and owned by Mister Andrew Biersack(Andy Six of the Black Veil Brides) and The Song for this chapter is written and owned by Dahvie Vanity, and belongs to his band Blood On the Dance Floor.

Scream for my ice cream.
Tell me all your dirty dreams.
Scream for my ice cream.
Well show me what's your fantasies.

-Scream for My Ice Cream

-Blood On The Dance Floor

That summer Sandy celebrated her sixteenth birthday, and boy did we really mean celebrate. We had a giant party; it was the best party of the year in my eyes. Her parents were out of town that weekend, and the Saturday was the perfect timing.

Up until then, we just kissed a lot, and fooled around a little bit. But that night when the booze came out and the music was turned up, I don't think anyone came back sober. I knew personally both Steve and I requested off the following day, just in case.

I normally never requested off any day since we really needed the money. Saturdays and Sundays were our busy days at the DX since most everywhere was closed except gas stations on Sunday. When I told my boss it was my girlfriends sixteenth birthday party I had to attend to, he gave me a sly smile and a wink, tossed me a pack of rubbers and gladly gave me the day off.

He's met Sandy once or twice, and from what he knew, she was wild and reckless. I slid the rubbers into my pocket and used the little spare change I had from my paycheck to get her a few gifts.

Just from walking into her house, I knew the party was going to be good. The music was turned up loud, everyone was dancing and laughing, and someone brought some booze.

There were no middle school games anymore, and the party showed that. It was the first time I was at a real party. The kind with drinking and dancing and everyone was going crazy. Drinking games were played, guys were betting on the most stupid stuff, and girls were going crazy with each other.

I heard these were the types of parties that happened everyday in college.

By the late night Sandy and I were both tipsy, and we already were dancing closer to each other than most of the couples were. Someone shouted "Get a room!" to us, and that's when Sandy pulled me into her parents room and onto their bed.

"Sodapop," she whispered in my ear. "I'm ready."

I didn't need to hear anything else. I started kissing her passionately, wrestling off her clothes. I reached up to unsnap her bra, only to find out she wasn't wearing one.

I pulled the rubbers out of my pocket as she glanced at them.

"I'm a virgin; I don't need those," She told me. I stupidly believed her, not wanting to ruin the moment.

The pile of clothes on the floor grew larger, and activity got faster. In the quickest time in my life, it was over just as soon as it felt it began.

I laid next to her, our naked bodies resting together on her parents bed. The party was long over and almost everyone was gone, or passed out. I went back home late that morning and Darry only shook his head when I came back.

He gave me a glass of water and bread and sent me off to bed.

I didn't care; it was the greatest night of my life.

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