degenerate boyfriend - sodapop curtis
summary: No matter how hard the boys in the room pretended not to be interested in your conversation, they could not succeed. because sometimes, your girly gossip was too good, even if they could only hear one side of the conversation wc: 1.3k+
No matter how hard the boys in the room pretended not to be interested in your conversation, they could not succeed. The Curtis’s living room was full, as per usual, the same dynamics installed in the lively house, but one thing was different tonight. Instead of being sprawled across Sodapop’s lap on the couch, taking part in disgusting displays of affection — which was never more than a kiss because there were children around — you were huddled up on the floor by a side table, one knee close to your chest as you trapped the house phone between your ear and shoulder, filing your nails as you took part in conversation with your friend.
And all around you, where conversation and loud television audio usually plays, there was silence. Every single boy in the house was turned towards you, keeping their gaze on the muted television in guise of paying attention to it rather than you. You stopped filing your nails for a moment, gesturing your hands outwardly as you laughed in disbelief. "That is so ironic. The entire reason she left her last school was because her friend overheard girls talking badly about her and told her, and now she’s going to trash talk us and expect our friends not to say anything!? Those are such double standards" You dropped the nail file, letting the metal softly clang onto the floor below you as you continued. "And she’s the new one here. Why is she under the impression that our best friend is going to keep her word rather than back us up?"
You huffed loudly, shaking your head as you picked up the nail file, continuing your prior movements. Dally tapped his feet rhythmically on the ground, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray atop the table next to you. You briefly glanced his way, but clearly, your attention was elsewhere. You closed your eyes for a short moment, shaking your head with a wave of your hand, as though your friend could see it.
"Okay, we get that she talked crap, but what did she say, and do I need to beat her up?"
Soda, sat on the floor in front of you, brought a hand to your thigh, placing his chin on the knee of your folded leg. He softly caressed your skin by repeating circular motions on it with his thumb. You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration, but you lifted a hand up anyway, cupping your boyfriend’s jaw for a short moment and stroking the soft skin of his cheek. Soda grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his face so he could press a kiss to your open palm.
From the other side of the living room, Two-Bit put his beer down, leaning his elbows on his thighs to get a closer look at your facial expressions. Facial expressions which did not communicate any positive emotions. "Oh that is grand coming from a woman whose boyfriend left her for her cousin!"
Steve patted the couch next to him, feeling for the remote control. He turned the TV off at the sound of your words, completely tuning into your conversation. "Oh don’t worry Aubrey, she’s very quickly going to learn to keep her mouth shut about me and my boyfriend." Sodapop straightened up at your words, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He scrambled away as you put a hand on Dally’s thigh on the couch behind you, using it as leverage to push yourself off the ground. The phone wire stretched upwards as you stood up, dragging your shoes closer to you with a kick of your foot.
As you listened to Aubrey’s next words, you spotted Darry leaning on the kitchen’s doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest with a towel slung over his shoulder. You only glanced back down at the feeling of someone’s hand on your ankle. You smiled softly at the sight of Soda, so sweetly guiding your foot into your slightly heeled shoe. Placing an arm on Sodapop’s shoulder to balance yourself, you pushed your opposite foot into the second shoe. Do you wanna come over and talk about it? Aubrey asked on the other side of the line. You know, you can let it all out and then speak to her tomorrow.
"Aubrey, the only thing I need to let out is my opinion of her to her face and have her sent right back to that school she hated so much. She’ll do better where she’s hated and insecure than she'll do around me." Dally whistled longly, sinking into the couch. Sodapop’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to stand up, putting both hands on your shoulders to stop you from going anywhere. Aubrey yapped away on the other side of the line, but you interrupted her, saying "Aubrey, I’m coming over, I’ll see you in ten."
You hung up the phone, turning away from Sodapop to grab your purse, unaware of all seven pairs of eyes on you. Sodapop followed your movements, trying not to let you past the front door. You slung your purse onto your shoulder, staring blankly at your concerned boyfriend. "Don’t worry, I’m not going to be as mean as I was on the phone." You told him. "Be meaner." Dally said, and you turned to look at him with a grin, winking his way.
Soda sighed, a small smile on his face as he reached for you. You let him tug you closer to him by a hand around your waist, bringing a hand up to rest on his shoulder. "Don’t get yourself in trouble for me." Soda whispered, and you offered him a tight lipped smile, leaning in to press a short kiss to his cheek, leaving him with a print of lip gloss on his skin.
He didn’t make way to wipe it away.
"Don’t forget you’re not the only person she talked badly of, Soda. I’m just going to teach her to watch her mouth."
Soda brought his second hand up to your waist, nodding okay. You swallowed thickly, letting the fury show on your face when he turned away from you to grab his car keys. "What did she say about you and your boyfriend?" Ponyboy called out from next to Johnny. You glanced towards him, chewing on your bottom lip before looking back at Sodapop, eyes angrily glossing over with fresh tears. The boys caught the look on your face and the subtle shake of your head. Johnny made a mental note to ask you about it later, when no one else would be around. You’d tell him then.
Soda tossed his car keys from hand to hand, an easy smile on his face. "Where am I taking you?" He asked softly, and you tilted your head to the side, a surge of fondness filling you. You stepped closer to him, closing a hand around the creased fabric of his shirt and pulling him close to you so you could press your lips against his in a loving kiss. Soda, clearly not expecting the kiss, only began returning it as you pulled away, a confused look on his face as you told him "I love you." He returned the words, a worried pinch forming between his eyebrows.
"Take it outside!" Called out Steve, picking up the TV remote again. Soda grinned boyishly, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you out the front door with him. He raced you to the passenger door, pulling it open for you and helping you inside before climbing in. He was so precious, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have such a loving, intelligent, emotional, precious boyfriend. Or according to Aubrey, as Sarah called him, your degenerate boyfriend. You furrowed your eyebrows as you recalled the words in your head.
For such a try hard, she really stooped low with that degenerate boyfriend of hers.
Fuck, you were going to teach Sarah a lesson.
