Can't Wait to Feel the Rain on Your Skin
Author: NTKG
Disclaimer: I am NOT SE Hinton, therefore I DO NOT own the outsiders or anyone associated with them. The only person I own is Samantha Randle.
Rating: T for language
AN: Ah. The Plot Bunnies wish for me to tell you that they deserve partial credit for the wonderfulness of this story. They blow kisses your way. They also wishto thank you forthe excellent reviews.And wish for me to tell you to keep reviewing.
"Life means nothing without the firm embrace that holds together the pieces of what we are. Hold onto it and never let go."
Chapter 2
As the movie ended, Sam yawned. Soda dropped her hand to stretch and she quickly felt empty and disappointed. He stood smiling down at her and helped her up. The blush found its way back to her cheeks as his fingers laced back with hers again. They walked slowly to the parking lot not saying anything to each other.
"Thanks for the company Sam." he said as they stood facing each other.
"No problem. I'm just glad you were there. I hate watching movies by myself." Sam said looking up into Soda's eyes, her cheeks still tinted pink. Soda raised his hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of Sam's eyes, his hand coming to a rest on her cheek. She smiled softly.
"You wanna walk me home?" She asked, not really looking for her brother and Evie. He would figure out that she had went home.
"If you want me too." He said never looking away from her eyes. She nodded, as his hand dropped down to her waist. They turned to walk towards the Randle's house, Soda's arm around Sam's waist.
"It's a beautiful night." Sam commented, looking up at the stars.
"Yes. You are beautiful." Soda replied glancing down at her long enough to see her smile and her face turn bright red.
"Thanks." She said softly as they came to her house. Soda led her to her small porch and they stood looking at each other for what seemed like hours.
"I'd better get inside. Steve might already be home." She stated softly. Soda nodded.
"Well. Good night." He said looking at her, thousands of thoughts running through his mind.
"Good night." She said, turning to go into the house.
"Sam?" He called.
"Yea?" She asked turning around. He didn't say anything, but kissed her full on the lips. His rough ones collided with her soft ones and sparks seemed to fly. His kiss wasn't to little, but it wasn't to much for Sam. It was perfect. Sam was the first to pull away from the kiss, gasping for air.
"You want to come inside?" She asked, her breathing slowly steadying. He simply nodded, backing her into the house through the open door. Once they were inside he kicked the door shut with his foot as Sam flipped on the lamp in the corner, their eyes never breaking contact, his arms staying around her waist. He glanced down at her and smiled before their lips locked again. They stood in the middle of the room kissing. Soda was just about to move it to the couch when they heard the door knob click and the door start to open. They both jumped back like children caught in the cookie jar and looked into the face of Steve.
"Hi Stevie." Sam said weakly, not knowing if he saw anything or not.
"Hey Sam. Soda." He said nodding at them suspiciously. "What are you doing here Soda?" He asked, shutting the door.
"I, uh, walked Sam home. She couldn't find you and Evie." Soda told him, fooling nervously with the button on his shirt.
"Oh. Okay. I wasn't sure what you were doing in the near dark in my house sucking face with my sister." He said frowning. Sam's face turned four different shades of red as she looked at the ground.
"Man, its not what you think.." Soda started.
"So you weren't just making out with my sister then?"
"No..I was..its just.."
"Soda man..I thought you knew the code. We've discussed this over and over. The male code. It has several rules, but I thought even you would remember rule number one. The golden rule. 'No guy shall date/kiss/or touch his best friends sisters in anyway shape or form. Best friends sisters are off limits. Especially the baby sisters!" He fumed.
"Man..I'm sorry. I.."
"You what? Couldn't help yourself? Well I've heard that one before. I've used that line! Believe me, it could have been helped. You know what? Just get out!" He said pointing to the door.
"What?"
"You heard me! Out!" Soda looked at Steve speechless for a moment before glancing at Sam. His eyes were pleading with her to forgive him as he turned and walked out the door.
Sam then turned on Steve.
"What is your problem?" She nearly screamed in his face.
" I don't have a problem! You're the one with the problem! Sucking face with my best friend! Don't you know any better?"
"I thought you would love the idea of us being together! You trust Sodapop! I thought me being with him would make you happier than me being with any other guy!"
"Well you know what? It doesn't! Why don't you just go to bed? I'm so tired of you!" Sam looked at him for a moment before turning and stomping up the stairs to her room, fighting back tears.