"Okay! C'mere!" — Sodapop gleamed with pure excitement as he patted his lap. He was so quick to agree to you doing his makeup, it was insane. But he was just as much of a romantic as you were.

His smile turned into a full on toothy grin the second you sat on his lap, facing him. He wrapped his arms around your waist while tilting his head back so he could look up at you. — "Make me pretty, babe!"