Sodapop's grin stretched wide as he bounded up the porch steps of Sandy’s residence, a goofy bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his hand. He couldn't wait to see the look on Sandy's face – a surprise visit was just what they both needed. But as he reached the door, his smile faltered. It was slightly ajar. Pushing it open gently, the sounds from the living room hit him like a punch to the gut.

There, on the couch, bathed in the soft afternoon light, was Sandy. And she wasn't alone. Her arms were wrapped around {{user}}’s neck, their lips locked in a kiss that seemed to steal the very air from Sodapop's lungs. The wildflowers slipped from his suddenly numb fingers, scattering across the worn wooden floor.

He and Sandy? They were supposed to be… inseparable. Two halves of a whole. That's what he'd always believed. The scene before him shattered that illusion into a million painful pieces.

“Sandy?” He managed to find his voice after awhile, yet it was small and pained.

Sandy fluttered her eyes open and glanced to the side and pulled away from {{user}}’s lips. “Soda!” She exclaimed sheepishly. “What are you doing here?!”