"Blue Lagoon!"

"Comin' up!" I shouted to the girl behind the bar. A twinkle of ice, the trickle of vodka, all covered and shook by the sound coming from the DJ. Umbrella, the drink is served. I handed her the glass and took her money.

I scanned the club for Sodapop. Why did I have to work that night? Why did he chose this bar?

"Randle. Oi. Randle!" A voice yelled for me. I turned around. It was Stef; the arrogant jerk who I classed as my best friend.

"Whadup?" I shouted over the music. The beat was vibrating and the moves were immense. The club was smooth and frisky.

"Some broad wants ya." He pointed towards some broad. I heaved a sigh as I reminisced my last meeting with her… and the one before that… and the one before that… and the one before that. My official stalker. I admit it, my ego needed a bit of shrinking but it wasn't everyday I found out I was better looking than the ol' stud. He always got the broads – not like I wanted them. I had Storm and I stayed true to her and Mitch, but the attention was something to brag about.

I smiled pleasantly as if I was happy to see her. I had a cocky look on my face and my eyes had that special sparkle - - I really needed to deflate my ego.

"Hey Julie, what can I get you?" I asked her. Her hair was tangled and dark. She looked a bit like a Soc. But I couldn't think of that, never. I could never go back there.

"An orgasm." She flirted winking at me.

"An orgasm huh? That'll be 2dollars." I replied as I scanned the bar again looking for Sodapop. Was he blowing me off? Was he even going to turn up? Did I actually meet him? Was it just my imagination? I quickly shook my head to get rid of them thoughts. I was not hallucinating. Soda was there. I talked to him.

"I have to pay?" She was such a skimpy tramp. How could she get in such a good club? I leaned against the bar.

"Well if you want a drink. Ya see that's the idea in having a club, to make money!" I replied back, I was bored.

I decided to make the drink, she'd have to pay for it anyhow, and maybe it'll teach her to keep away from me.

"You shouldn't be working here." She commented.

I flipped the glass and poured out the drink. "And why's that?"

"Well, your English isn't the best. What with all these 'Ya's and 'aint's, you'd think I was talking to someone who hasn't been educated."

"I grew up in Tulsa, what ya expect?" I handed her the drink. Her eyes widened as she saw it.

"What's this?" She asked me sceptically.

"An orgasm. 2 dollars please!" I smiled at her, grinning widely.

"But… but I didn't order it!"

"Shoot, yes ya did. You asked for an orgasm, I gave ya one, so give me the bucks." I was beginning to get annoyed. Where was Sodapop?

"Fine." She snapped and handed me the money.

I remembered when ten years ago, ten years ago when I got into rumbles, 10 years ago when I smoked, ten years ago when I was young and free. Don't get me wrong, I loved being with Mitch and Storm but I did miss the old days… but I couldn't think of them. No, I couldn't. The good old days… that was just it. They were the old days. Live to the future, eh!

"Steve, Steve come here." I looked up. Soda was there. He held a beer in his hand which was covered slightly by a green shirt.

"Hey Soda. Yeah, one sec." I looked over to Stef, "Stef, I'll be a little while, alright?"

"Yeah sure, I can handle the fort!" Stef grinned.

"Shoot, sure ya can!" I walked out from behind the counter and over to Sodapop.

We walked outside where it was quiet. I knew I'd be there a long time so I sat on the floor. It was cold and I was sure my pants would get wet.

"So… Steve, why didn't you call?" Soda looked towards the sky. He couldn't look in my eyes, it saddened me.

"Soda, I'm sorry. I was real busy. I mean there was Storm and there was Mitch. What was I supposed to do Soda? I meant to, I just… I didn't."

"What a second, I'm a step behind. Who the hell is Storm and Mitch?" His eyes were still glued to the sky. I gulped. Had I not told him about Storm or Mitch? I felt a lump in my throat develop. Damn.

"Storm's my girlfriend…" I trailed off.

"And Mitch? Who's Mitch? You're boyfriend?" Soda scoffed.

I shook my head slightly. Who had my friend become? I didn't recognise this Soda. Who was he?

"Mitch… Mitch is my son, Soda. He's four years old." I waited for him to explode. Where was it? Why wasn't he exploding?

I looked up at him. His eyes were sparkling. His young youthful self could be seen through them eyes. I looked at him again. My first judgement of him was wrong. Age hadn't ruined him; he was still the good-looking one. If anything, he hadn't changed at all. His face was still the same, his eyes were still the same, but was his personality? Was his happy-go-lucky self the same? How much had I missed… How much has he missed…

"You, ya have a son? And you didn't think about tellin' me?" He looked upset. I hated seeing him upset.

"Soda, I, I'm really sorry. I should have, I really do regret it. Listen Soda, it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." I didn't know what to say.

"Steve… that was probably one of the best days in your life and I wasn't there. I wasn't there. I'm your best friend, I should have been there." His eyes were full of water. He made me feel real bad.

"Steve… would you have wanted to be there if I had a kid?" Soda asked me. He knew the answer.

"Yeah…"

"Would ya wanna be at it's christening?"

"Yeah…"

"Would ya wanna be its God-Father?"

"Yeah… Soda I don't know what to say. I'm really sorry!" I tried to stay calm.

"Geez Steve. Goddamn it."

"Steve… come in now. It's getting busy!" Stef called from inside the club.

I looked up at Soda. "Well, I better get back to work. Soda, I'm really sorry. Here's my number, ring it and tell Storm I told you to ask where I live. She knows 'bout you, she'll understand. Go there and I'll speak to you." I put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched. "Soda, I'm so sorry!"

Okay guys. Sorry it's not the best. But it's the fastest I've ever updated a story. Hope you like it.

kiss316,

Ha, you guessed it. If you look through it, there are a lot of references to Tom Cruise and Tom's movies. Read between the lines, my friend, read between the lines. You are clever though. Thank you.

BlackLightningDX,

thanks. Here's your update.

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Thanks. I hate it too but you know, it happens.

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