Steve X Sodapop Novels & Stories

Would his lips taste like coffee, or. ...Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope... The customer grabbed his drink and left. I stepped forward, and Steve’s eyes landed on me. Something flickered in his eyes, quick, unreadable. warm? Curious? Hungry? Maybe all three. By the time I blinked, it was gone. “Well, well… if it isn’t Little Miss Sunshine.” he teased, leaning his elbows on the counter like he had all the time in the world for me. “Good morning, Steve,” I said, trying not to beam like a fool.

I had done everything I could to avoid running into him. Melody had thrown a party at her place, and we'd laughed and talked like we always did. We don't usually touch alcoholic drinks, but we're in senior high now and we're eighteen years old. We told ourselves we were old enough, so we decided to try just a little. Melody and Sandra had mixed it into sweet cocktails, and I'd had a few sips. It didn't taste bad, but by the time I left, my head was spinning slightly and my steps felt a little unsteady.

he asked immediately. Rebecca almost choked on her laughter and they all stared at her in disappointment, she didn’t give a damn about what they thought of her, none of that did matter anyway, she was enjoying this. Steve turned back to Jimmy with an empathetic look on his face. “Oh man, this is so messed up. I never thought a day would come when you wouldn’t recognize me. I am Steve, your best friend, your buddy. I am sure you will laugh your ass out when this is all over and you learn that you actually forgot who I was.” Steve said and laughed.

She smiled, slowly walking towards Steve. "Your mouth is still as sharp as ever,"said Steve, staring right into Sophia's eyes. He had known her for years. Their parents were close friends and they had raised them together, side by side. They were made to believe that they would both get married once they became older but it didn't exactly happen that way. Along the way, Sophia fell in love with Styx and for him...he fell in love with Vivian and that changed everything, every single thing.

Stephen quickly served them some fresh, steaming coffee, his hands shaking slightly before he took his cue and exited the room, shutting the heavy oak doors behind him. Ethan immediately picked up his cup, taking a loud sip before turning to Marissa with a patronizing grin. "Marissa, remember my friend Xavier and Steve back from our university days? I told you about them before." Marissa shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She lifted her chin, her eyes darting to mine for a brief, fleeting second before she looked away. "I think I do remember Steve... but not Xavier. No wonder he looked familiar when I first met him on the street."

I grabbed the lollies in my hand all from the little dosage Ziploc she gave me…went to the bathroom and threw it all on the toilet. Then with one click the sound of the water system rings. Down the drain the drugs left. By the time the tray was cleared, I muttered to no one in particular that my life officially sucked. I picked my phone up out of boredom more than curiosity, and that's when I saw it. There was a party at my school this week. I sat straight up. I went down to group chat. “Fuck, I'm excited…” “Who knows, Jack just got a new car…”

No one would find them there. She bumped into an old man she’d never seen before as she ventured further into the house and received her second shock of the day when she realized it was Steve. Holy shit, meth was one hell of a drug, indeed. Both he and Jimmy should be on posters for some anti-meth campaign. He gave her a dizzy leer, teeth missing where they weren't decayed and browned. She nearly gagged from the smell of his breath. "Hey girl, you lookin' good. Come give your daddy a hug." He opened his spindly arms to her.

Zach's expression transformed into a carefree one. He stood up and patted Steve's shoulder. “Don't get too excited. Heidi has not become your wife yet.” “But she'll soon be-” Steve smiled. He hadn't finished speaking when Zach delivered a punch across his face. “Son of a b*tch!” Zach kicked him. “How dare you knock my baby sis up? Even Lucas Harrison didn't dare to do that! Steve Anderson, aren't you so gutsy?”

He smiled softly to himself. Steve didn’t stop drinking on the way home. He was fulfilled, happy, and kept drinking far too much. By the time he reached the penthouse, he was completely drunk and could barely get out of the car. Mark heard the engine and quickly set his laptop aside. He took off his shirt, sipped the wine he had poured for himself, and murmured, “It’s going to be a long night… mmm.”

Debbie asked. "Sandy, what’s his name?" "I have no idea," Sandy replied. "I wanted his cock, not his name." They all looked at me expectantly. "Steve," I said. "My name is Steve." "Good," Michelle said with a smirk. "Now, Steve, settle something for us. We were arguing about breasts. Which of us has the sexiest ones?"