(Goodness me! This hasn’t been updated in awhile has it? Thanks so much for the reminder! My writing style has changed quite a bit, so I apologize in advance, though I think it’s a lot better…– Iamme)

He couldn’t breathe, didn’t dare to think. The baby, it was his, and Sandy….she was here, willing to marry him? Soda trembled, desperately trying to push down the bile rising in his throat. Why was it when something good happened to him it was always ripped away?

Sandy frowned, hand reaching forward to gently caress his cheek. “Sodapop, are you alright?” He blew out a shaky breath, forcing chestnut eyes to meet azure.

“Jus-Just fine,” he whispered. “Just um- surprised and happy is all.” He mentally berated himself when Sandy launched a frenzy of butterfly kisses on his face.

“Oh, I know! Its all so exciting isn’t it?” She positioned herself more comfortably, and Soda noticed for the first time what she was wearing. A baby blue blouse, with a white knee high skirt. The black mascara that usually adorned her face had been scrubbed away, replaced instead with light blue eye shadow and pink lip gloss.

“Sandy, what in the world?” He continued to stare in amazement and growing bafflement. “What’s happened to you?”

The golden haired teen frowned, biting down softly on her bottom lip. “You don’t like it?” Turning away from the boy she buried her face in her hands, crystal tears running down porcelain cheeks. “I’m really sorry, Soda. So much has changed since we last saw each other…”

(HI!)

Drunk. That’s exactly how Steve Randle felt as he stumbled away from the car garage. Lamp like eyes flickered in the growing darkness of the night, as he continued on his way. A mate, that’s what he was looking for, but where? The Dingo? Perhaps at Buck’s? He shook his head, immediately refusing these ideas in disgust. Those girls were child’s play, merely pawns in men’s sadistic games. No, he needed something more, someone more.

(A/N: This was basically a filler chapter, the plot shall thicken a lot more. Any suggestions on who Steve should attract? – Iamme)