As soon as we were inside Soda tried to make it to his room without being noticed, but was stopped when Darry called out from the kitchen.
"Hey, Soda! That you?" He asked. Soda stiffened, then turned around a couple of seconds later and stared worriedly at me and Steve.
"Uh, yeah, Darry. It is." He finally answered.
"Is there anyone else with you?"
"Yeah, Steve and Lilith." He replied. I glanced at him, slightly confuse on why he decided to use my full first name. Usually if he calls me anything besides Jean, it's Lil. Everyone knows that. Uh oh, Darry's probably going to figure out that something's wrong just based upon that. It was quiet for a couple of seconds.
"Guys, come in here for a sec." Darry said. The three of us worriedly looked at each other and then headed into the kitchen. Once we were in I could see Darry, who had his back to us fixing something on a plate, and Pony, who was working on some homework. Pony glanced up at us, his eyebrows slightly furrowing with concern. I just nodded at him, signaling to him to wait and listen because we're most likely about to go over this with Darry right now.
Darry took a bite out of whatever was on his plate before setting it down and turning around, his small smile faltering as he looked over the two beat up boys next to me. He quickly swallowed his food and stood up straighter, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked between us, trying to hold back his obvious anger.
"Soda, what the hell happened to you two?" He said, looking Soda and Steve over once again. The two boys stood there, their mouths gaping like fish, searching for the right words to say.
"Well?" Darry asked, growing impatient. I glanced at the two hopeless boys before stepping in to help.
"Well, Darry," I began, causing everyone in the room to turn their attention to me. I nervously cleared my throat, not liking all of the attention. "we were all walking home from the DX station when some Socs drove by. I noticed that they were the same Socs that messed with me this morning, so I told Steve and Soda. Steve yelled at them and threw his coke bottle at their car and broke their tail light. They got mad and started chasing us, and we ended up cornered by one of them on top of a roof. I found a way down, so Steve and Soda distracted the Soc while I got away, then they fought him off the best they could before getting down themselves. Then we continued our walk from work and now here we are." I finished with a small nervous chuckle. Darry was staring at the floor, processing the information. "I'm lucky that they were there with me, Darry. Who knows how things could've ended up. Please don't be mad!" I begged, my hands together at me chest, worry filling my body. He has to understand! He just has to!
Darry looked from me to the boys, then nodded his head.
"Alright. It's fine, guys. It's a good thing you two were there to protect Lil. She could've really gotten hurt." He said, slightly smirking towards me. I smiled and reached forward, slapping his arm.
"Hey! The only reason I couldn't protect myself was because I didn't have my blade on me! Those dirty scumbags got lucky!" I said, and we all laughed.
Darry soon went back to eating and Pony went back to doing his homework. I watched as Steve walked over to the fridge, looking for some food. I looked around, noticing that Soda was nowhere to be seen. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I walked into the living room, not seeing him in there. I looked around, suddenly noticing that the bathroom door was slightly open and light was seeping through the small crack. I slowly walked over and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Sodas voice chimed through.
"Lilith." I answered, only to be returned with a sigh. I rolled my eyes and walked in, only to be met with the sight of Soda standing in front of the mirror shirtless, inspecting himself. He didn't even acknowledge my presence as I walked in, closing the door all the way behind me. I squeezed past him, our bodies barley touching as I went to sit on the toilet. This sure is a really small bathroom...
I stared at the ground for a minute, sitting in the almost complete silence, the only noise being Soda as he shifted around, inspecting his body. I looked up at him, being met with the side view of his torso, but it sure was a great view. Hey, why can I say? Soda has a freaking nice body. I know I'm not the only one who thinks so. He turned to inspect his right side, now giving me a view of his back. I watched as his muscles tightened when he flexed, flinching at the slight pain that a bruise on his side gave him. He has (and I'm not trying to be creepy) a very nice back. It's so toned and you can see his muscles as he flexes, and it looks so smooth. I just want to run my hands over it, to be able to feel his soft skin and toned muscles under my fingertips... What the hell am I saying? Oh god! Gah! What's wrong with me?!
I shook my head and looked down, only looking up again a couple of seconds later when I heard him shift again, only to be met with the view of the front of his body while he inspected his left side. My breathing became slightly fast and my heart started to beat a little faster as I stared at his amazing torso, taking in the glorious view. He had a six pack, no doubt about it. It wasn't like a body builders type of six pack, but a normal man who works out a lot type of six pack. His time spent working in the DX station and fighting in rumbles and against Socs have really done well for him.
I continued to stare until I heard someone clear their throat, which snapped me out of my gaze. I looked up at Soda, who was smirking down at me. My cheeks grew hot and I instantly turned to stare at the wall in front of me, trying my hardest not to let him see me blush.
"Enjoying the view?" He asked, and when I looked back at him he brought his arms up, flexing his muscles while watching himself in the mirror. I noticed that he had cleaned up his wounds and that he was most likely finished in here, giving me no reason to be here. I didn't really have any reason to be here in the first places anyways. Wait, why did I even come here?
I got up to leave and Soda turned to me. I inspected his face, seeing that it was now cleaned, but his nose was a little swollen from a punch he had probably taken.
"Well, I see that you've cleaned yourself up." I stated. He nodded his head.
"Yep."
"Just don't forget to ice it." I said, pointing at his nose. He rolled his eyes.
"Sure, whatever Jean." He taunted, smirking at me. I just glared at him and took a step closer to the door. I was now stuck in between the wall and a shirtless Sodapop and couldn't get the door open because in order to do that Soda needs to move so that I can get the door handle and actually open it. I looked up at Soda, who was looking down at me. Oddly, we stood there for a minute, just staring into each others eyes. The room suddenly started to become warmer and I needed to get out before something happened.
"Pop, can you move?" I asked. He just continued to stare down at me as if he didn't hear me. I huffed out a breath. Closing my eyes, I sighed, ready to use plan B. I opened my eyes again and looked back up at Soda.
"Sodapop, can you please move?" I quietly asked, my voice faltering at the intense, breathtaking gaze he had on me. His trance seemed to brake and he immediately took a step back towards the toilet.
"Uh yeah, sure." He quickly said. I was slightly confused by his reaction but brushed it off, quickly opening the door and speed walking out towards the couch, where Two-Bit was now sitting. I sighed before sitting down next to him.
"Hey doll-face." He said, turning towards me. I looked at him.
"Hey muffin." I replied, giving him a small smile and pecking his cheek. He smiled and looked back at the TV, which currently had Mickey Mouse dancing around with his gang on its screen. I smiled and shook my head.
"Mickey still?" I asked. Two-Bit threw his arm around the back of the side of the couch that I was sitting on.
"He never gets old and never will." He stated, not taking his eyes off of the screen. I smiled and leaned back into the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table. I sat there, thoughts swirling around my brain.
I get that Soda has a hot body, but why did I feel all weird while we were alone? Why did my heartbeat go faster just by looking at him? Why did I blush when he caught me? Well, I guess, who wouldn't? But still...
Lastly, what was up with that little moment we had before I walked out? Why were we staring at each other? Why did the room start to get so hot? Why did Soda seem to be in some sort of trance? And why did he get all weird when I snapped him out of it?
All of these questions zapped through my mind and I only had the answer to some of them. As much as I hate to admit it, I think that I might have, you know, feelings for Soda. You know, not the "oh, you're my brothers best friend so you're my best friend!" type of feelings, the "oh god, take me here and now" type of feelings. Wow! That escalated quickly. But really, who can blame me? I guess that I just have to face the truth. I, Lilith Jean Randall, have feelings for Sodapop Curtis. He's just so cute and funny, though he can be really annoying and an ass sometimes. Yet, I still have a crush on him. Wow... It feels weird telling myself that. I can't let anyone know about this! I don't think that anything will ever really happen anyways... I'll just have to continue on normally, messing with and picking fights with Soda often. Oh god... I hope no one finds out. Especially Soda! And Steve! Soda would probably laugh at me and Steve would probably hate me. Oh god, please help me!
I quietly sighed, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the couch. I just have to continue on like normal, as if I don't have feelings for Soda, even though I do...