#chetsoda

imagine though: it’s like 2am, Two-bit’s sneaking back into the East side after a date with Marcia, when he hears rustling near him, he thinks he’s boutta get jumped or sm when DARRY pops out from the trees. They’re kinda js standing there like 🫥 until soda (also sneaking back from the west side) runs into them. So now they’re standing there like that one Spider-Man meme interrogating each other until Pony comes up to them and is like “what tf r yall doing” (he’s not even dating a Soc, him and curly js snuck over there to fuck around on the west side 💀)

Paul and darry (obv my fav)

Pony and Johnny

Bev and Ace

Steve and Soda

Soda and Chet

Darry and Tim

Cherry and Marcia

Two-bit and dally

Dally and Tim

Dally and soda

@i-am-a-guest you little fucker won

The Curtis house was, for once, quiet.

Suspiciously quiet.

Upstairs, in Soda’s room, textbooks were scattered all over the bed. Sodapop Curtis lay on his stomach, chin propped on his hands, grinning like he’d just gotten away with something.

Across from him, Chet was trying very hard to not smile back.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with math,” Chet muttered.

“I am,” Soda said easily. “Moral support counts.”

“That is not—”

And then Soda leaned in, grabbing Chet’s shirt, slamming their lips together. 

Chet blinked. “…That didn’t help with math.”

“Seemed important,” Soda shrugged, already leaning closer again.

They were somewhere between another kiss and dissolving into quiet laughter when—

The front door slammed.

Both of them froze.

Heavy footsteps.

Familiar footsteps.

“Oh, shoot—Darry,” Soda hissed, eyes going wide.

Without another word, he grabbed Chet by the wrist and dragged him to the closet, shoving him inside just as the footsteps hit the stairs.

“Don’t make a sound,” Soda whispered, shutting the door just as the bedroom door creaked open.

Darry Curtis stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp in that way that missed absolutely nothing.

“…Hey,” Soda said, leaning against the wall as casually as he could manage 

Darry raised an eyebrow.

“Soda.”

“…Darry.”

There was a pause.

A long pause.

Darry stepped closer, squinting slightly. “Why are your lips all flushed?”

Fuck.

“I—uh—warm room?”

Darry stared at him.

Then, slowly, his gaze shifted.

To the closet.

Soda’s soul left his body.

“…You got someone in there?” Darry asked.

“Nope!”

“Open it.”

“No need—!”

Darry was already moving.

The closet door swung open.

And there stood Chet.

Frozen. Wide-eyed. Looking like he would rather fight a rumble alone than be in this exact moment.

“…Hi,” Chet said weakly.

Silence.

Soda winced.

Darry blinked once.

“Oh.”

Another pause.

“…Okay.”

Soda blinked. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Darry said, shrugging like this was the least shocking thing he’d ever seen. “I mean—have you seen me and Paul Holden?”

Soda’s jaw dropped.

Chet looked like he might pass out for a completely different reason.

And right on cue—

The bedroom door burst open again.

Ponyboy Curtis stood there, eyes wide, like he’d just sprinted upstairs powered entirely by fumes.

“I HEARD THAT—” he started, then pointed dramatically, “—but have you seen me and Johnny Cade?!”

The room went completely still.

Darry rubbed his face.

“…I leave this house for one afternoon.”

Soda started laughing first.

Chet followed, a little shaky but relieved.

Pony looked way too proud of himself.

And Darry?

Darry sighed.

“…At least nobody burned the house down.”

“Yet,” Pony said.

“SODA—” Darry snapped.

Jena Darry with Hailey Paul

Maggie Soda with Anna Chet

Emma Pony with Tilly Johnny

Living for the idea that Chet sees Soda for the first time in like a year during the rumble and does like a triple take like mid-fight where he's just like "WHEN DID HE GET HOT?!?!?".

Stevepop shipper to the end but like ChetSoda is-

WAIT A DAMN SECOND

SODA HAS TWO HANDS