I woke up in my bed, burning up. The comfortors that I use every night have suddenly been getting hotter, and very not comfortable. I felt like I was being smothered by...by...I don't know, I just woke up. I blinked when I realized my surroundings. It wasn't my farmiliar flower paper walls that usually surrounded me whenever I woke up, but instead it was a white room. I sat upright in my bed, and realized it was still a little dark outside, probably 5:30. I threw my skinny legs over the edge, and realized I needed to shave. My night dress I had slept in fell down over my legs and down to my ankles. You know how it is, just waking up, in a place that you aren't verry used to? Well that's what it was like. I should have been used to this place, but I had only spent the night here a couploe of times. After a minute, I knew where I was. I walked over the hard floor, making it squeak, walking over to an envelope that was tossed to the corner of the floor. I picked it up, and it had been opened. "Curiosity doesn't hurt, right?"I whispered to myself. 'Yes it does, curiosity kills the cat,'a voice whispered in my ear. "Then the damn cat shouldn't get caught!"I whispered back and opened the envelope. On the front was adressed to a Sandy something, I couldn't read it. It said a bunch of stuff how 'I miss you,' 'wish you were here,' 'thing's are O.K here' 'are you okay?' 'I still miss you' and other things that sounded gushey. But the ending was what really got me. 'Love(hopefully)Sodapop Curtis.' I heard someone coming up the stairs, so I threw the letter back in the envelope and tossed in on the ground. I dashed back to the bed and sat down, just in time to see Soda's head stick in the door. He rubbed his eyes, and I was thankful for the darkness of the room, because my face was hot with embarrassment and jelousy for the girl named Sandy. He rubbed his eyes and groaned."Are you okay hun'?" I grinned, but wanted to slap myself silly, because I knew it was just Soda being Soda. "I'm fine."I whispered quietly, not trusting my voice. How did I even end up here in the first place? He stopped fiddling with his finger and rubbing his eyes. He looked focused. I didn't take my eyes from him, but I knew with me looking all goo goo at him, he would leave, and I didn't know weather I wanted that or not. Before I knew it, he was beside me and had his arms around me. "Did you have a nightmare?"He asked me softly. I shook my head. Why did I wake up in the first place again? Oh yeah, I was burning up! "No, I was just hot."I ran a hand through my hair (a habit I had picked up from them) and it was soaked. He raised an eyebrow and after a second he smiled."Was hot?" I blinked at his attempt to flirt. It was obvious. "No, and I'll just leave."I went to stood up but wavered and he raised his arms to steady me. "What are you even talking about, you can't walk a foot without falling, let alone all the way home. No, either I am taking you home or you're going ot have to stay here. And I'd perfer yuo'd stay."He looked at me and his eyes flashed, and mine did too. No...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! He was leaning into me and I pulled back. I knew I was falling for him. I didn't want to be. I hated the thought of falling for a greaser. He was cute...hot...maybe more an extra level and even sexy. But likeing one? Not flirting, liking and flirting are totally different. "Oh...sorry,"he appologized with a goofy grin. A tear ran down my cheek. What was into me? I didn't like him! Why did I get upset about that letter? Maybe I did like him...but...then why didn't I let him kiss me? How? When? Where?What time is it? I started panicking and hyperventilating. In and out, in and out. I kept telling myself this. He sat up straight in alarm."What's wrong?" I shook my head. I was never this...emotional? Was that the word? I was 14 though! He was...I still never figured that out. His eyes widened. I knew I liked him, after a few minutes of thinking about it. I was jelous of that Sandy girl. I had fantasized about this Greaser. I had expected us to go out. (So maybe that's not the right word..but, maybe...I dunno...like...something, you understand, when you like someone, but like, no one ever officially asks anyone out? Yeah, that's it.)WHY THOUGH? I knew I was a Soc! When I read that letter, it was like...Why am I thinking of this? I can't stand this! Even after my Pepsi-Cola (which I still secretly called him) left the room, I couldn't help but think about that letter, and everytime I thought : So much for my happy ending.