Soda has a crush on you (And yes, I use my name because they're mostly all written for PonygirlCurtis722. Feel free to request your own!)

"Darry, can I talk to you?" I heard Soda ask softly. I could tell already that it was serious, and I probably shouldn't have been listening.

"I... I really like this girl. But I shouldn't," he spoke. He rushed his words, like he was nervous.

"Why not? Is it Katy?" He asked with a laugh.

"No..." Soda said. "It's worse." I probably should have left, or gone to find Ponyboy, but I was too curious to see who they were talking about.

"Well, who is it, Sodapop? It can't be that bad," he said. I agreed, and wondered why he thought it was so important. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and I heard as he took a deep breath.

"Emily." My eyes widened. Me? Sodapop liked me?

"Emily, Sodapop? You like your little brother's girlfriend?" Darry asked. I could almost hear the blush in Soda's voice as he responded.

"Yeah..." Darry obviously didn't know what to say, and if I went in any further, it would make things a lot more strange. I decided to listen a little longer.

"I don't know what to tell ya about that, little buddy. Sorry," Darry said.

"But Darry. You don't understand. I think I'm in love with her. Her hair is just so pretty. And her eyes. And have you seen her nose ring?" Soda asked. I blushed.

"Yeah, I've seen her nose ring. I ask her to take it out every time she comes over," Darry responded. I had to hold back a laugh as I touched my nose ring, almost self consciously.

"She's always so sweet to me. And Ponyboy's always telling me about the cute things she does and..." His voice trails off when he hears a voice.

"Hey, Emily! What are you doing out here? Where's your boyfriend?" I wanted to bury myself in a hole, but instead I just smacked the idiot in the Mickey tank top. Soda came out of the kitchen then.

"Y-you were here this whole timeweren't you?" He asked. I wanted to shake my head, tell him no, anything to make it less awkward, but I couldn't. His face turned a shade of red that I could never describe.

"Did I interrupt something?" Two-Bit asked. Soda and I both glared at him.

"Emily, I can't believe you were spying on me!" Soda said, once he was done being annoyed at Two-Bit. I felt bad, he must have been horrified.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You were talking about me. I just wanted to know why," I responded. His facial expression didn't give away his feelings.

"So you know," he stated. I nodded.

"You can't tell Ponyboy. You have to promise me you won't," he said. And I was going to. I opened my mouth respond, but again, something always had to happen at the worst of times.

"Tell Ponyboy what? What are we promising you won't tell me?" My boyfriend asked, coming out of his room with a book in his hand. I walked over to his side and he put an arm around me.

"We were talking about your birthday present," Two-Bit lied, trying to help us. Again, I glared at him. I was barely the beginning of April, and his birthday was at the end of July. He'd definitely know something was off now.

"My birthday present?" He asked. He sounded unsure. Soda began to nod, and I went along with it.

"You guys know that that's over three months away, right?" He asked. I looked to Soda nervously. I already didn't like keeping this secret, but I also didn't want to betray Soda's trust. "Something seems weird here," Ponyboy stated. Really, Ponyboy? You're just seeing that now? I wanted to ask him.

"Emily, what's going on?" He asked me. I got nervous, and looked over to Soda.

"I... Ponyboy, I can't lie to you. I think I might like Emily," he said. He looked nervous, upset, sick even.

"Woah, you do?!" Two-Bit screeched. Ponyboy laughed.

"W-what's so funny?" Soda asked.

"I probably would have believed the birthday present story more than that," he said.

"Right... But Ponyboy," I said, "he was just saying that he likes me." He didn't look like he believed it.

"I'll get over it," Soda said, shrugging unsurely.
"You two kids go have fun. Just don't get her pregnant, little brother." Ponyboy smiled at him.

"Not yet anyways," he said. He took my hand and we went into his room.

"Does he really like you?" He asked me. I nodded.

"I can see why," he said, kissing me.