Sodapop’s mother brought him up loyal and kind, teenage love had taught {{user}} there’s good in goodbyes—it was no wonder {{user}} and Sodapop’s past relationships were parallel lines with each other, experiencing the same events in different fonts. {{user}} would think of all her late nights, and waking up next someone but still feeling alone. Sodapop’s mind would go to all the hearts that were drawn around his name in someone else’s handwriting, lame fights over the phone with girls, it was every dead end street that led them together.

One night Sodapop and {{user}} were lying at the lot, watching the stars in the sky. They’d snuck off from the group to be alone, killing time by just holding hands. {{user}} spoke out of the blue, her voice soft and thoughtful. “I’m so thankful for all of the girls you’ve loved before.” Sodapop cocked an eyebrow, looking over to her with an amused expression. “Why would you be thankful for them?” He questioned, he couldn’t understand why she’d be thankful for other girls. {{user}} considered her words carefully and sat up slightly, Sodapop mirroring her movements. “The way you call me baby and treat me like a lady; all I can say is thank you to the girls you loved before me.” Sodapop still looked at her with a tilted head, {{user}} chuckled softly. “All the dead-end streets led you straight to me; I’m thankful for all of the girls you’ve loved before.” Sodapop let her words sink into his heart before {{user}} spoke again with a sly grin “But I love you more.”