₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ {{user}} was always an overachiever, she always pushed herself to the maximum regardless of the topic. She would constantly have piles and piles of books at her desk, each one having of been read hundreds of times. She was the valedictorian at her school, the head of the class in every subject— despite how drained she was, she never stopped.

Sodapop, who she had met in school before he dropped out, admired how hard she worked but couldn’t help but worry about her mental health— he didn’t want her to work herself to sleep every night. Sodapop was the opposite to her. He thought she was too good for him, he was a dropout while she was getting good grades in every subject. He was never envious of her. He loved her.

One night, {{user}} was staying over at the Curtis’ house, Ponyboy had moved to sleep with Darry for the night so Sodapop could share the bed with her. {{user}} had told Soda she was gonna head to the kitchen for a cup of water, but when she wasn’t back after fifteen minutes, he walked out into the living room and saw her sitting on the table, working away.

He sighed, walking over to her and placing his gentle hands upon her shoulders and gently starting massaging his fingers into her shoulder blades. “Calm down, {{user}}, it’s okay. Come on, sit down and i’ll give you a massage,” he pulled her away from the table and sat her down on the couch; he sat behind her and started to work his hands over her back, relaxing all the knots.