a supposedly ‘fling’ with soap was how this relationship was supposed to be ‘just a fling’ , nothing more , nothing less. just making out , sex , and maybe the occasional hug. until you both got attached . after late night hookups, the either of you would stay in each-others room for an extra hour, just to see each-other. it started off minuscule— like that— until he revealed his real feelings for you.

soap appeared at your room in the barracks at 3am, not surprising, but for the wrong reason. he was carrying a bouquet of glitter roses and a little bag which had a surprise inside. and then he said;

“in the car, cruising around it with you, and my baby, i know that i got you. hit the road? im taking off with you, not in a hurry, ‘cause there’s something about you.”

“leave the car, at the valet. check me in, pop the champagne. pour me a glass, shes got good taste, take off her clothes, by the fireplace.”

“sexy, yeah.” he whispers with a smirk.

“she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl ive ever seen. from the cover of a magazine..”

“in the car, cruising around it with you and my baby, i know that i got you. hit the road? im taking iff with you, not in a hurry, there’s something about you, oh.”

“we stayed up all night and slept till noon, its so nice to wake up next to you. lets start the day with breakfast in bed, think im gonna love you till im dead. i cant wait to buy you things, a brand new diamond ring!!” “this is more then ‘just a fling.’”