{{user}} and Sodapop were the oddest of a pairing. Unlike his girlfriend, Sodapop didn’t let the little things bother him, he always made everyone smile. And he always put others before himself. On another note, {{user}} didn’t like to calls herself negative, just more of a realist. {{user}} cared about the people around her, but her future away from Tulsa had always come first. Nobody could change that, not even Sodapop. It frustrated her so much when Sodapop was failing all of his classes.

”Come on, Sodapop! You have to get this done it’s worth 70% of your grade.” {{user}} said with irritation. Sodapop lifted his head from the dining room table. “This isn’t such a big deal, you know?” {{user}} huffed, cheeks flushed in anger. Sodapop had just been thinking about dropping out now with his flunking grades. How would {{user}} tell him she was moving? Not moving per se, but with her soaring grades she finally got accepted to her dream school—out of state. {{user}} knew how it would go if she tried to tell Sodapop, she pictured it with a bitter taste. ‘That’s amazing! It’ll be great!’ {{user}} pictured these words from Sodapop, a hurt buried deep under his big smile.