Over You

Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.

Sodapop threw the bottle of whiskey at a tree. He watched the bottle crush into dozens of pieces and reached for another bottle. He sat on the fender of Steve's car with him. They were both drinking quietly. Then, Steve couldn't seem to take the silence.

"Soda, she's gone. Forget her," he interrupted the peace and quiet.

"I can't," Sodapop said and growled, "This whiskey ain't helping at all."

Then, he threw the bottle before it was even finished. Beside him, Steve sighed and put down his bottle. Steve ordered his best friend, "Think about what she did to you."

Soda grunted and clenched his fist. He should hate her. He should, but he couldn't. He buried his face in his hands. Love was stronger than hate.

What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

"Soda! She left you! She cheated on you! She hurt you something worse than awful!" Steve yelled. He grabbed his bottle, gulped it all down, and threw it on the ground where it cracked into little bits. Sodapop knew what she did. He knew he should've left when he suspected something. He knew that…but it was too late. It was after everything. Soda didn't know what to do now.

He heard Steve gritting his teeth beside him and took his face out of his hands. He sighed and clenched his fists repeatedly. He wanted to hit something so badly. Either Steve's face or his car, but both would earn him a punch or two for himself. He remembered the tree. He walked up to it and slammed his fist against it. He sucked in some air and let it out.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.

Then, he started jumped around and yelling, "Ouch! Ouw! Owww!"

Steve rolled his eyes and said, "Punching inanimate objects does help."

"You should know," Soda replied harshly. Steve scowled. Soda smirked. He jumped up on the car's hood again. He took his friend's advice and thought about what Sandy did to him.

And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces

Tears ran down Sandy's cheeks. She couldn't help them. She missed him so much. She wanted to be with Sodapop so badly. She wrapped her arms around her knees and put her head on top. She regretted everything.

Even after she told Soda it wasn't his, he still asked to marry her. She was surprised, but knew her parents would hit the roof if she told them she was getting married at seventeen years old. She had to turn him down. Then, leave. Leave and fly all to Florida to her grandmother who took her in kindly. She treated the situation gentler than her parents even did.

But Sandy only had her grandmother with her, because then, telling the guy she slept with was even harder to go through. Sure, she had gone out with him a few times, but she barely knew Danny. He didn't know what to do, so back in Tulsa he still was. He was probably living like he never found out he was going to be a father. That saddened Sandy even more and tears continued running down her face

Her grandmother walked in and pulled back the hair covering Sandy's face. She was concerned and frowned when she realized the reason behind her granddaughter's tears. She grabbed a tissue from the Kleenex box and handed it to her. Sandy took it gently, dabbed her eyes, wiped her tears, and blew in it with her nose.

I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

"Wipe away those tears and forget about that Pepsi guy," she ordered.

"Sodapop," Sandy smiled.

"Forget about him," she said firmly. Sandy's smile faded away slowly. After everything, she wished Sodapop left a long time ago. Her grandmother wouldn't be telling her to do something she couldn't do.

"Did you know he was the best good-lookin' boy in all of Tulsa? All the girls were all over him," Sandy said. She smiled when she remembered the day he asked her out at the DX. She had blushed and nodded her head shyly. He had given her his movie-star grin and one of the best nights of her life. She had thanked for everything by going behind his back and going out with another guy, but he still said he loved her.

"Oh, Sandy," her grandmother sighed. Sandy sat on the edge of her bed and sighed, too. What was she going to do now? Get over him? That wasn't going to happen when all memories of him dominated her mind.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.

XXXXXXXXXXXX

And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

"I'm over you!!" Sodapop yelled and threw the last bottle at the tree. After thinking more about Sandy and how she left, he knew what he had to do now. He had to move on. Soda began saying, "I'm over her" again and again to himself. He knew he honestly wasn't, but considered it a start.

Steve grinned beside him and jumped off the fender. He staggered a bit, but seated himself inside the car successfully. Sodapop did, too. They drove home, and surprisingly survived. Then again, Steve Randle was the one driving.


Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago…

[A/N] Then, the chorus again…or like three more times. Go watch the music video and see if the guy looks like Sodapop in the movie or reminds you of him. First, review.