Title- Outsider Jess
Chapter Title- Invite To The Movies
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I came out of the bathroom and everything became deathly silent. Steve looked at me and left. I sat down on the couch and buried my face in my hands. I almost cried.
"I'm sorry about causing all this trouble; I'll go if you want me to." I felt an arm around my shoulder.
"Don't leave, you an' Steve will fix it." I sighed, I knew Sodapop was right. I wasn't going to give in that easy, he'd have to say sorry first. I leaned closer to Soda and picked my head up. My eyes were closed and I felt like I would go to sleep, even though it was only the afternoon. I don't think I slept well last night.
My thoughts were interrupted by a soft shaking motion. I felt my head softly hitting the arm of the couch and I guess Soda was going to his room. I opened my eyes and found it was dark. I wasn't very tired anymore, I was actually hungry.
I walked into the kitchen to find something to eat. There was some cake on the table, the frosting was hardening, I figured it might've been a couple of hours old. I found a fork and ate it slowly. I wished I had a glass of milk, the cake was dry. I searched for the milk and found it. I had a harder time looking for the cups though. I dropped the glass and it broke.
"Oh shit," I yelled and Soda, who must not have been asleep already, came into the kitchen. I was busy picking up the glass; I didn't see him come in.
"What's wrong?" He asked me and I jumped.
"Sweaty palms," I told him and picked up the rest of the glass. He nodded.
"Thanks for before," I told him.
"No problem, um, wanna go see another horrible movie with me? Then, we can have another food fight." I laughed.
"Sure, just because I like food fights," I told him and went back to lay on the couch. The television was on, but the volume was low. He sat down near my head and I sat back up.
"G'night, you oughtta get to bed." He grinned.
"I don't wanna go to bed, it's still early," he whined. I looked at the clock.
"Honestly, Soda, be a good lil' boy an' get to bed, it's one in the mornin'."
"Fine," he huffed and stomped to the room. Just before he got there, he turned around and winked.
