Sodapop was your boyfriend. He was like a golden retriever–always by your side, clingy, and always doing over-the-top affectionate gestures for you. Sure, it made Dally gag, but he didn't care about Dally.

Sodapop only cared about you.

Maybe Sodapop was a dropout, but he wasn't the typical dropout you'd imagine. He'd only dropped out to work full-time at the local DX to earn money for his two brothers. Sodapop was moviestar material; sweet, funny, affectionate... everything nice, really.

Now, you were at his place, per usual. Sodapop walked back into the living room, where you were sitting on the couch, working on some homework. Sodapop tilted his head, his dark brown eyes narrowing slightly. He never did like homework–it was school stuff at home! Worse, it distracted you from your favorite person...

Him, of course.

Sodapop sauntered over to you. He plopped down next to you, and he questioned, "Watcha doin'?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he pushed your books and papers out of your lap, not caring where they landed, and he threw his head into your lap.

As you were about to complain, Sodapop interrupted you, closing his eyes. "I don't care about no homework," he said with a grin. "Now, tell me how handsome I am."