For goldoutsiders C:
Today wasn’t the usual hot summer day where you would hang around Sodapop at the gas station. Dreary clouds decorated the sky, while rain poured onto the sidewalks.
You and Sodapop have been dating for a few months now, and you had gotten to know everyone in the gang.
You dashed to the Curtis household, struggling not to fall and flip. Being the polite person you always were, you decided to knock rather than barge in like the rest of the gang.
None other than the devil himself had answered, Sodapop Curtis.
You had assumed Darry was at work while Ponyboy was probably in his room reading. Sodapop had off while Steve worked today.
“Gosh, Y/N! You’re soaked, let me give you one of my shirts to wear.” He exclaimed, jogging to his room.
You slipped off your shoes near the doorway, then plopping onto the couch.
Sodapop arrived with a comfortable loose button up shirt, one that you saw him wear often.
You managed to smile despite feeling despondent, “Thanks, Soda.” You snaked your arms into it.
He sat down beside you, pulling your shivering body into his comfortable warm figure.
“So, darlin, you alright?” He asked you sweetly, his gleaming eyes staring into your E/C orbs. He always got worried when you seemed the littlest bit off, and he always found a solution to the problem.
You tucked your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. “I’m just tired and I dislike rainy days. The weather is like my mood… y’know? Plus, it’s not like we have anything to do.”
Sodapop listened, before carrying you bridal style towards the radio. He turned it up loud, on the rock music station.
He could still dance and sing with you in his arms, and he never took his bright eyes off you.
You giggled loudly, your arms loose around his neck.
“You nerd.” You whispered, before shutting his singing up by slamming your lips onto his soft lips. The sound of raindrops on the windows actually sounded calming for once.
Both of you pulled away. Sodapop smirked, turning the music off. “Glad to make you smile, princess, now would you like to have a long, long makeout session?” He dipped you low, your H/C strands falling.
“Hell, Soda, you aint even gotta ask.” You responded, causing him to kiss you gently.
Maybe rainy, dreadful days weren’t so bad after all. With Sodapop by your side, you immediately felt happy.