Okay! I'm back. I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have no excuse, I was just being lazy. Shame on me. Please review! I'll try and update ASAP. Thanks for reading!

-Jasmine

Ps. Put some more Steve in here, goodness, I love writing him!

Soda was starting to regret saying he'd go on a blind date. Even when he had wanted to date he thought they were stupid. When Steve walked in thing only got worse.

"So, I met Quinn. You're lucky, she's a real looker." Steve said. Truth be told, Steve was getting really worried. This Quinn girl looked a ton like Sandy. Like Soda really needed to be reminded of why he had a broken heart. Not like Steve would know what THAT was like but he had seen it in movies. Not like a girl would ever think of dumping Steve Randle. He was Steve Randle, everyone wanted a piece of him. He was just so amazingly perfect! It would a wonder girls haven't kidnapped him yet... Wait. What were we talking about? Oh, yeah,... Soda's girl problem, NOTHING Steve would ever know about...

Steve walked over and grabbed his friend's elbow.

"Come on," Steve told him, "We're going to be late. We have to go meet the girls." Soda groaned at this. He had not interest in pretending to smile and acting like he was over Sandy. Then again, he really didn't have the energy to fight back and he had already promised him.

"Fine, I'm going." He said reluctantly and followed his best friend out. The car ride over was silent for Soda so Steve took the liberty of filling it with his pointless chatter.

When they pulled up Steve saw Evie and Quinn already there. The second Steve was out of the car Evie ran up and hugged him, giving him a kiss. Quinn walked past the couple awkwardly and stopped a few feet in front of Soda. Quinn groaned inwardly, he looked AMAZING. The only flaw on his perfect face was the faint sadness in his coffee brown eyes. He probably thought she was hideous. Evie had given her a make-over and she was wearing a short black skirt that went about 7 inches above her knee and red blouse that was way to tight for her liking. She, personally, thought she looked a little on the slutty side. He probably thought she was a whore and was disgusted with her. He just looked so... hot! Quinn tried her hardest not to swoon when he spoke.

"So, you're Quinn?" He asked. Quinn gave a shaky nod. Even his voice was sexy. Soda nodded and lead her in, following Steve.

Soda knew this was a bad idea. Quinn was like a second Sandy but a bit sluttier. Every time he looked at her he thought of Sandy and his heart broke again. How could Steve he so insensitive? Well, it is Steve... he had never been one for sensitivity...

"Oh!" Soda's ranting was cut short by the more horrible giggle...

Sodapop Curtis had always thought that the worse sound in the word was nails on a chalkboard but now he knew better.

That giggle.

"Oh, Soda! You're so funny!" Quinn laughed. Soda suppressed a shudder. He wasn't even trying to be funny. He wasn't even BEING funny! All he did was hand her a menu and say, "Here you go." So. Funny. Though, thankfully, Quinn's insufferable giggling was stopped short when the waiter walked up.

"Hello. My name is Ryan, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with a drink?" Everyone went around and ordered a coke but once he left Quinn got a whole lot quieter. Normally Soda would question this but that giggle was just so annoying... Plus, the less she spoke the less he looked at the and the less he thought of Sandy.

When the waiter came back with the drinks Soda heard Quinn's breathing shallow and uneven. Urg, now that was annoying. Right after Ryan left Quinn excused herself to the bathroom. Except... she didn't go to the bathroom, she walked out the back. Soda payed no mind though. She was finally gone... just like Sandy.

Memories of him and her came flooding back. Their first date when he spilled his coke all over her and how she just laughed. She didn't giggle, she would never giggle. Before he knew it there was a large bump in his throat.

"I'll be right back." He told Steve. He gave him a concerned look. Well, a concerned look for Steve, he wasn't too good at comforting and such. Though he didn't say anything so Soda rushed out the door. He just needed some air. Don't think about Sandy. Don't think about Sandy. Don't think about-

"Shit." He cursed under his breath as the tears flowed down his face. He started to walk around and made it out back when he stopped short. Sandy was there crying on the floor. Wait. Not Sandy... Quinn. Sodapop's comforting nature overpowered his disgust for the horrible giggling girl as he sat down next to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She looked up at him, her green eyes (the only thing that made her different from Sandy) seemed scared and unsure. It was the look that had been in Sandy's eyes when she had told him he was pregnant.

"I just miss him so much..." She sobbed.

"Who?" Soda asked.

"BRAD!" Quinn yelled and cried as sobs rocked her body.

"Who's Brad?" Soda asked.

"My ex," she grumbled out, "we only broke up two weeks ago. I just need someone to love." She whispered . Soda was taken aback, a few weeks? Soda had wanted to die a few weeks after his break up. His break up. At the reminder of Sandy he cried with her. This was horrible.

"Why are-" She hiccuped, "you crying?"

"I'm still getting over San-" Soda didn't get to finish saying her name because just then Quinn kissed him. For a great moment he kissed back, tricking himself into thinking it was Sandy. For a little while he was able to but not for longer than a moment. It didn't work. He pushed back.

"I can't do this..." He whispered, "Bye." He added hastily before running off.

Steve Randle couldn't care less about where Quinn and Soda where. Quick exits... they were probably making out behind the restaurant. Steve was about to kiss Evie when someone grabbed his ear.

"What?" He yelled, turning around. Though he stopped short when he saw Soda's tear streaked face.

"Let's go." He said and pulled Steve away to the car. Evie gave a huff and grabbed Steve's other arm and pulled him back, giving Soda a glance that clearly said,"Wait in the car."

"Steve." She told him, "Listen up and listen good. You are fixing Soda and I'm fixing Quinn. I haven't been able to have any romantic time with you since Sandy ran off. Okay? Fix it! Until you do... You wont get to touch," She ran a hand down her figure,"this."

Steve groaned as he watched her grab Quinn and stalk off. Damn... He needed to fix this and fix this soon. Why did he have to give so much?

He really should get a medal.