soda's POV

I arrived at the DX a bit late today. I ran over to the phone, which was ringing off the hook. 

 "This is the DX," I answered, yawning slightly.

 "Hi, I have a question, it's about my car." answered a girl, sounding a bit anxious. 

 "Sure, doll, what can I help you with?" I replied. 

 "I was wondering if I can drive it in to be fixed? The engine's a bit faulty and I know nothing on how to fix it," she asked. 

 "Of course, my buddy Steve can fix it up for you. When will you be available to come in?" I asked. I really wanted to meet her.

 "I'll be there in 5 minutes, or maybe longer if the car breaks down in the middle of the road," she replied, laughing a bit. 

 "Okay, see you then!" I say, sounding a bit more enthusiastic than I sounded before. I hope she's just as beautiful as her voice.

kaya's POV

I hang up the phone. I was still blushing at when he called me 'doll.' I hope he's there when I get to the DX.

 "MOM, I'M TAKING MY CAR TO THE DX! I'LL SEE YOU IN A BIT," I shout out to my mom, half-expecting her not to say anything.

 "BE SAFE HUN," she shouts back. Content with my answer, I leave the house, lock it up and climb into my car. As I drive to the DX, I silently pray that the car doesn't break down in the middle of the road. Luckily for me, it breaks down when I pull into the garage. 

 "You the girl who called earlier?" asks a familiar voice, as I get out of the car. I look up, and see a boy as handsome as a movie star. 

 "Yeah, and you must be the gentleman I spoke to earlier," I reply, walking over to him. Jesus, he was absolutely gorgeous. My face turned crimson as I approached him. I noticed he was blushing as well. 

 "What's your name, beautiful?" he asks. I blush and put my hand on the back of my neck.

 "Kaya, and yours, handsome?" I muse. He smirks.

 "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I'm Sodapop." he replies. I'm dying on the inside, he's so charming. I just want to kiss his face.

 "Sodapop? I dig it." I say, smiling. He blushes, and leads me to the convenience store area, his hand on my lower back. Such a gentleman. I might collapse. He walks behind the counter, and I stay in front of it. 

 "Oh, crap, I forgot my wallet at home. How am I gonna pay you guys?" I said, slightly panicking. 

 "Hey, don't worry about it doll, you can pay once they're done fixing the car." Soda replies. 

 "I mean I could go to my house and get it, but it will take about forty minutes to get there and back." I say. Soda put his hand on my shoulder.

 "We can walk together!" he says, smiling. That damn smile, it's my new kryptonite. 

 "It's a good idea, but don't you have to run the counter?" I ask, feeling a bit guilty. Soda quickly shook his head.

 "Don't worry about it, gorgeous, I'll ask one of the other workers to cover for me." he replies, putting his arm around me. I practically fainted. 

 "Okay," I say. Soda smiles and runs over to the garage.

 "Any of y'all mind covering for me at the counter? I gotta walk this beautiful lady to her house to get her wallet to pay y'all for fixing her car." I hear him shout. I swear, this boy is my weakness. 

After a few minutes, Soda emerged from the garage, and held his arm out to me. I took it, and we left the DX. 

During the walk to my house, he told me about his older brother, Darry, and his younger brother, Ponyboy. He told me about a horse he used to take care of when he used to work at a stable, and how much he loved it. He told me about the gang of greasers he was in, and how they were like his family. He also mentioned that he was a high school dropout, which I payed no mind to.

 "There's nothing wrong with being a dropout, Soda," I tell him, "If anyone makes you feel ashamed about that, pay them no mind." He smiles at me and hugs me.

I then proceed to tell him about my life at home, how my mother worked eighteen hours a day to support me, how my father left us when I was ten, and how much I loved to write stories. He held my hand while I talked. I felt like I knew him for my whole life, I felt so comfortable talking to him. 

About five minutes before we arrived at my house, it started pouring rain. I looked at Soda, he looked at me. We started laughing.

 "Guess I need an umbrella too," I say. He laughs, then stops. I look into his eyes, mesmerized. He leans in and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing back. I felt fireworks explode in my stomach. We broke the kiss after about thirty seconds. 

"Wow," I said, breathless. He cupped my face in his hands and smiled. 

 "I wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you. You're so damn gorgeous." he said. 

 "Mmm, you're not so bad yourself," I smirked. We kissed again, not even caring that we were getting soaked in the rain.