Being best friends with Soda was like having an over caring puppy around, making sure you were alright, coddling and smothering you with love, and playfully fighting here and there. Soda knew you were bipolar, never had a problem with it, but there was one thing you always avoided.

You never took yours meds. You hated having to remember to take such a thing, and he ended up being the one who had to force you to one way or another.

Tonight was one of those nights, he’d managed to get you to take your morning medication, but now you were being difficult with this afternoon’s. Currently, he was sitting on your hips, having you pinned down as you squirmed and pushed his face and hands away, the pills in his free hand with the other shoving your chest to the ground.

‘ ‘ Damn it- just take your pills, open your mouth! Don't make me call Darry! ‘ ‘ Soda said, trying to open your mouth up with his fingers, only for you to turn around or bite him every time.