Note- I still own nothing but Carli and the plot.
When I got back to the Curtis', I stayed on the porch and thought. About my bike, about what was going to happen, about Soda. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I woke up again in the middle of the night. I heard screaming. Loud screaming. Looking threw the window; I figured what the screaming was. Darry had just found Soda. Drunk. Oh fun. Just great. It took about thirty minutes of screaming before everyone finally went to bed. I was about to nod off again when I heard the door open, no more then an hour later. It was Soda. He looked at me, and closed the door. He walked over to the other side of the porch and sat down. On the floor. Like me. Personally, I like sitting on the floor, but I had no idea why he would. He ran both hands threw his hair and stopped in the middle, just leaning his head down and staring at the floor. Poor guy. "Are you okay?" I asked in practically a whisper. He looked generally surprised at me talking without having too. "Yeah, sure, I'm good." I could tell he was lying. He was always the shoulder to cry on, but now he needed someone to cry on. I edged over till I was sitting next to him. Silence. I heard some crickets creaking off in the distance. "You know, you could cry if you want. I won't tell." I mumbled.
Soda's POV
"You know, you could cry if you want. I won't tell." She said. That was the best thing I have heard in my life. I couldn't cry though. I can't cry. It's an un-written law. "No" I said stubbornly but I could already feel a tear going down my face. She had said I could. And right then I needed too. I looked at her. She was blurry, just like everything else. Another tear slid down, she patted my back awkwardly. Finally I broke down. I sobbed little sobs and cried. I let myself fall into her lap. She just held me like a baby, occasionally saying nice things. She acted like a mommy. This sixteen year old treated me like her child, yet I was as old as she was, almost older. I sobbed into her chest and she just rocked me back and forth telling me it would be okay. It felt so nice to cry. Over all those years, all the tears that wanted to come out finally fell. Good thing everyone else was asleep. "I think I'm drunk" I said. My voice sounded drunk.
Carli's POV
So he was drunk. He still needed me right then. I loved that more then anything in the world. He smelled like beer. He sounded drunk. But right then, I didn't care. I just held him like a baby. I loved it. Expect for the small little detail that he was crying. I wish he wasn't so sad. I wish I could make him feel better. I knew why he was sad though, he was drunk.
Soda's POV
When I finally stopped crying I looked up at her. For some reason, in the moonlight she looked perfect. It wasn't because I was drunk. I could tell. I'm not sure how but I could. I swayed a little as I tried to sit up and I looked straight into her eyes. She looked a little freaked. Why wouldn't she? I was acting a little weird. I put both my hands on her face. And then I leaned forward and kissed her…
Carli's POV
I have never kissed a boy. Not until now. Luckily, he seemed to know what he was doing. It would have been perfect expect for the fact that he was drunk. He wasn't kissing me. Not really. He probably didn't even know what he was doing. But right then, it didn't matter. It was too good. I wished we could have stayed like that forever. But I knew it was wrong. I knew it was. I wished it wasn't. I wished it wasn't so bad that hurt. So I pulled away.
Soda's POV
When she pulled away, I already knew what was wrong. She thought I was just doing it because I was drunk. Maybe I was. But it felt so right. Couldn't she tell it felt right? She looked at me, terror in her eyes. Why is she scared? Most girls weren't scared when I kissed him. "I... I…" she stuttered. I was completely horrified to see a tear on her cheek. Most girls didn't cry! Why was she crying? "I… wish you weren't drunk"
Carli's POV
It sounded so weird- to actually say my feelings. I wished he wasn't drunk so bad. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. I ran into the living room and buried my head in the couch- pulling the blanket all around me, covering my head so I would feel safe. After a while, I heard him come in, as he walked past, he gently touched my shoulder, then left. I was pretending to be asleep. But even when he was drunk, I knew he could tell. He was the type of person who could tell these things. That just made me more sad. I cried silently until I fell asleep.
When I got back to the Curtis', I stayed on the porch and thought. About my bike, about what was going to happen, about Soda. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I woke up again in the middle of the night. I heard screaming. Loud screaming. Looking threw the window; I figured what the screaming was. Darry had just found Soda. Drunk. Oh fun. Just great. It took about thirty minutes of screaming before everyone finally went to bed. I was about to nod off again when I heard the door open, no more then an hour later. It was Soda. He looked at me, and closed the door. He walked over to the other side of the porch and sat down. On the floor. Like me. Personally, I like sitting on the floor, but I had no idea why he would. He ran both hands threw his hair and stopped in the middle, just leaning his head down and staring at the floor. Poor guy. "Are you okay?" I asked in practically a whisper. He looked generally surprised at me talking without having too. "Yeah, sure, I'm good." I could tell he was lying. He was always the shoulder to cry on, but now he needed someone to cry on. I edged over till I was sitting next to him. Silence. I heard some crickets creaking off in the distance. "You know, you could cry if you want. I won't tell." I mumbled.
Soda's POV
"You know, you could cry if you want. I won't tell." She said. That was the best thing I have heard in my life. I couldn't cry though. I can't cry. It's an un-written law. "No" I said stubbornly but I could already feel a tear going down my face. She had said I could. And right then I needed too. I looked at her. She was blurry, just like everything else. Another tear slid down, she patted my back awkwardly. Finally I broke down. I sobbed little sobs and cried. I let myself fall into her lap. She just held me like a baby, occasionally saying nice things. She acted like a mommy. This sixteen year old treated me like her child, yet I was as old as she was, almost older. I sobbed into her chest and she just rocked me back and forth telling me it would be okay. It felt so nice to cry. Over all those years, all the tears that wanted to come out finally fell. Good thing everyone else was asleep. "I think I'm drunk" I said. My voice sounded drunk.
Carli's POV
So he was drunk. He still needed me right then. I loved that more then anything in the world. He smelled like beer. He sounded drunk. But right then, I didn't care. I just held him like a baby. I loved it. Expect for the small little detail that he was crying. I wish he wasn't so sad. I wish I could make him feel better. I knew why he was sad though, he was drunk.
Soda's POV
When I finally stopped crying I looked up at her. For some reason, in the moonlight she looked perfect. It wasn't because I was drunk. I could tell. I'm not sure how but I could. I swayed a little as I tried to sit up and I looked straight into her eyes. She looked a little freaked. Why wouldn't she? I was acting a little weird. I put both my hands on her face. And then I leaned forward and kissed her…
Carli's POV
I have never kissed a boy. Not until now. Luckily, he seemed to know what he was doing. It would have been perfect expect for the fact that he was drunk. He wasn't kissing me. Not really. He probably didn't even know what he was doing. But right then, it didn't matter. It was too good. I wished we could have stayed like that forever. But I knew it was wrong. I knew it was. I wished it wasn't. I wished it wasn't so bad that hurt. So I pulled away.
Soda's POV
When she pulled away, I already knew what was wrong. She thought I was just doing it because I was drunk. Maybe I was. But it felt so right. Couldn't she tell it felt right? She looked at me, terror in her eyes. Why is she scared? Most girls weren't scared when I kissed him. "I... I…" she stuttered. I was completely horrified to see a tear on her cheek. Most girls didn't cry! Why was she crying? "I… wish you weren't drunk"
Carli's POV
It sounded so weird- to actually say my feelings. I wished he wasn't drunk so bad. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. I ran into the living room and buried my head in the couch- pulling the blanket all around me, covering my head so I would feel safe. After a while, I heard him come in, as he walked past, he gently touched my shoulder, then left. I was pretending to be asleep. But even when he was drunk, I knew he could tell. He was the type of person who could tell these things. That just made me more sad. I cried silently until I fell asleep.
