WHIZZ

Stop asking to be adopted

Stop asking to marry them

Stop asking about their relationships

Stop asking where certain people are

Stop asking who’s on in two months time (they say over and over they don’t know until the day of unless they have vacation)

And please for the love of God, stop spamming

i had to turn my comments off because it was so bad and i wasn’t enjoying it as i was correcting people and seeing how disrespectful people were to those that were on and not on-

They Owe You Nothing, You’re Entitled To Nothing

They are not your friends, you don’t know them personally, please stop acting like you do it’s uncomfortable for the rest of us that just want to watch and laugh but instead have to read your immature comments and righteous behaviours

Think before you comment, would i want a random person asking me that? if the answer is no, DO NOT ASK THEM!

hiiiii love this was a real brain teaser for me bc i had a TIME trying to justify how the three of them all got to be together lmao.. like the logistics are nuts BUT i think i mapped something out that works :))

so im imagining chet and soda got together first (i've seen people say a childhood best friends to enemies to lovers pipeline nd im obsessed with that) and then cherry comes in later,, which is where this fic finds us ;)

hope this is okay🩷

they were late, not for the first time, and certainly not the last. chet had overslept, soda had taken too long in the shower, and suddenly the pair of them were sprinting through the west side, trying to get to school on time.

they were still a few blocks away when soda doubled over, breath coming in ragged gasps. chet stopped a few yards down, his long legs carrying him much further.

“you good?” chet asked, taking a few steps back.

soda lowered himself dramatically into the grass next to the sidewalk and groaned, breath still coming quickly, “why’d i let you make me run? i don’t even wanna go.”

chet, glanced around to make sure they were alone before he rolled his eyes, sitting down next to soda and propping himself up on his elbows, “you can’t just keep skipping, baby.”

“but it’s not like i’m gonna know what’s happening anyways,” soda laid back in the grass.

“well you never will if you’re never there,” chet mused, but he knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference with soda. he also knew it wouldn’t be hard for soda to talk him out of going.

he was proven right. immediately.

“you wanna go to the dingo and get breakfast? we can say you’re doing me a favor after i fixed your tire last week," soda asked, his finger tracing over chet’s hands.

chet bit his lip for a moment, weighing the decision for a few seconds.

“c’mon,” soda pleaded, rolling over onto his stomach, so he looked like a puppy laying in the grass. “you’ll catch up in two days if you aren’t already a week ahead.”

chet sighed, and held his hand out to lift himself and soda off the ground. they both quickly looked around again before linking their hands and starting towards the diner.

halfway there, chet grabbed soda by the arm and yanked him behind a parked car. soda's mind only had to wonder for a moment what had happened before he could hear a set of kitten heels clacking on the pavement nearby. after a few seconds, chet peeked out, and soda wanted to kick him when he stood up and shouted out, “cherry! what happened?”

soda could feel something tighten in his chest as chet waved to him to stand up, already halfway across the street where cherry valance was wiping at her eyes, her face partially covered by her shock of bright red hair. cherry had always been… kind to him and his family, which is to say that she didn’t throw things at him or mock their dead parents or darry for dropping out of college.

“oh,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with the collar of her cardigan. “don’t worry about it… you’re gonna be late.”

“no, no, don't worry about that, what’s the matter?” chet threw a quick look back at soda as if that proved his point.

cherry’s eyes flicked up to soda, she let out a shaky breath that seemed nervous, but not dodgy. she shrugged defeatedly, “i was up so late last night cramming for that economics test, i still don’t get it. i’m gonna bomb it if i take it today. if i can make it up, at least i have tonight to work on it.”

soda’s heart ached, because he knew exactly how she felt; to try so hard to understand the material and it still not be enough, to cry over study guides and notes just to still not know what to do. he knew enough about cherry to know that she’d probably never had this problem before, but that just meant it would be even scarier for her. it probably felt like her brain just stopped working altogether.

“i know how you feel,” the words slipped out before soda could stop them. cherry’s head darted up to finally look at him.

when her eyes met his, it was like his knees were buckling and the air had been vacuumed out of his lungs.

"oh yeah?" she asked, and even though her tone was frustrated and upset, there was a kindness in her eyes, a sympathy.

"we were gonna skip, too," chet cut in. "go over to the dingo and get breakfast, you wanna come with us?"

cherry glanced around, her eyes landing on her little red stingray, parked a block away. she sighed, "sure, i left my wallet in the car though, just let me run back and grab it..."

"no worries," chet grabbed her wrist gently before she could turn away. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a checkbook. "tulsa police department's got this one."

soda's head whipped onto chet so fast he felt a muscle spasm in his neck.

cherry's face split into a smile full of delighted incredulity, "well, i guess i can't refuse if chief baker is offering to buy me breakfast."

soda barked out a laugh, to excited to think properly, "baker, i could kiss you!"

chet and cherry's eyes went wide the moment the words had rolled off soda's tongue, and it took him a few seconds to properly understand what he had said. chet squeezed his eyes shut at the exact moment soda's mouth fell open and his brain began to work furiously to try to explain it away.

"i... i mean... not really... y'know..." he stuttered, trying his best to cover their asses and failing spectacularly. chet ran a hand down his face.

cherry looked like she was about to laugh. she turned to look at chet, "an east side kid, huh? a boy, too? chief must love him."

"shut up," chet groaned, holding his hand out for soda to take.

soda still felt like he was a few steps behind, clearly cherry was much better at putting the pieces together than either of them ever had been. it felt like she had put together in about five seconds what the two of them had danced around for five months. but girls were better at that kind of thing, he supposed, it wasn't like cherry was a fair opponent.

soda cautiously took chet's hand, cherry watching with a warmth in her eyes that felt like being bathed in sunlight.

"you two gonna sit on the same side of the booth?" she winked at them before turning around and starting towards the diner, her hair swinging perfectly in time with her skirt. she looked back over her shoulder after a few steps, a smile firm on her face, the light in her hair making the rest of her look golden.

one side of soda's mouth lifted into a smile. he squeezed chet's hand for a moment before sighing, "we're in trouble, aren't we?"

“here’s your goldman claim it”

the goldman is a freaking oscar because she lied and cheated on him and she was acting and he fell for her lies and is congratulating her for being able to fool him

please tell me this makes sense i’ve been analysing all the lyrics today and this made me want to rip my hair out because

JASON SCHMIDT YOU ARE A LYRIC GENIUS

You see, Ace and Soda were always close. Soda was close to a lot of people. And every person had a special bond with him. He had a special bond with each person. But Ace and Soda. They were something different. They were family. But not the way that Pony or Darry were. (Something to note is that Soda understands everybody. But he’s found over the years though, not everybody really truly understands him. Not like Ace, at least.) Ace Evans is the only person who knows that Sodapop Curtis and Chet Baker broke it off on a rainy Wednesday night. 

If you asked Soda about his childhood, or a specific moments from his childhood, he could tell you some things. But likely, he would try to avoid the subject. Because a lot of things he doesn't remember. Sometimes Ponyboy or Darrel will talk about things and for some reason Soda's brain starts to hurt and tears fill his eyes because why can't he remember this? Sodapops brain is always fuzzy, but nothing makes him feel more useless than not being able to remember something so simple. A conversation he had just hours ago. A memory he supposedly shared with his momma. That one word that's on the tip of his tongue. It's all just so stupid. Stupid and fucked up. 

There is this one memory, though, that he could remember clear as day. He was playing baseball at the diamonds by the school. Momma and dad couldn't afford to put him on the team with all the other second graders in his grade, but sometimes one of them would drop him off at the fields to play around. Soda remembers one of the kids that was always there too. He didn't have to go up to him and ask for a buddy. No, not this time. This time Chet Baker went up to Sodapop Curtis and asked to play ball together. Soda’s always the one to have to ask! This was the first time he felt like someone saw him.

Soda and Chet. They were some duo. Since that day in second grade that they met, they were inseparable. Soda had Steve and Two-bit and Johnny and Ace at home, but Chet was somethin special. They had this way. They didn't have to speak to know. But they did anyway. Cause Soda loved to talk. And Chet understood. Because he had to always be moving. And when Soda wasn't talking and Chet wasn't moving, that's how they knew something was wrong. Not because of what they did. The two got told a lot by outsiders that something was wrong with them. But they knew that that wasn't true! 

Soda felt real dumb sometimes. A lot of times. But never with Chet. He couldn’t read. All the words and letters on the paper got mixed up. It made his brain hurt. And it felt like his chest was being squeezed real hard every time he had to read. Chet was a smart kid. He made all the grades. And normally that would make Soda feel bad about himself, but not with Chet. They had the whole universe to talk about and explore! So they didn't really focus too much on school. Only when they needed to be sad. Which sometimes Soda felt bad about being sad when he was at home with his friends. But not with Chet! Never with Chet! 

This is how they grew up. Loving each other. Soda still had his family at home. His family. They would always be his family. He loved them to pieces. He had Ace, Steve, Two-bit, Johnny, Dally. He had Momma, Dad, Darry, and Pony. They were all his favorite people and he would fall apart without anyone of them. Soda was made up of these people. His family. But there was just something different about Chet. Like if he lost him, he would do a whole lot more than just fall apart.  

In fifth grade Chet kissed Soda on the cheek. But they were only friends. Just best friends. A greaser and a Soc. Best friends. They didn’t talk much in school. They didn't see each other a whole lot in that building. Maybe that's for the best. A greaser and Soc wouldn't normally hang out. And hold hands. And rest each other's heads on the others shoulders. Or run along the tracks till it got dark and they could sit on the dead grass and make up stories about the stars. No, greasers and Socs don't normally do that. 

Life continued like that for a while. In eighth grade, though, all the boys in their grade had girls. Soda already felt stupid enough without the problem of not being like everyone else. So sometimes when Soda and Ace walked home after school, or they went to the diner, he would pretend like they were dating. He hoped others saw them. He would hold her extra close and flirt with her a little bit too. He didn't really want that though. She didn't like that either. They both knew this about each other. One particular night after Ace and Soda split ways after sitting at the park for a little bit after school, Ace went home and Soda headed to the field. No one was there and he didn't have a bat, so he just sat on the bench. Thinking. As much as Soda loved talking, he hated to think. His mind did a lot of loops and the words and pictures turned scary and got all mixed up kind of like the letters on paper. He just couldn't catch a break from that, could he? 

It was dark now. 

“Hey.” Soda didn't jump from the voice. Because the person who just sat next to him couldn't be anyone but his person. He could recognize him by the way his hand felt on his leg and his smell. 

“I don’t like Ace, y’know?” 

“I know. Let’s head to the tracks.” So they got up and they headed to the tracks. They didn’t talk but there weren’t any street lights near them and it was dark out so they did hold hands. And once they got to the tracks they walked along them a little bit and Soda was just so caught up in his thoughts still that he wasn’t so aware of how they ended up on the grass together. 

“You okay man?” 

“Yeah yeah, you know how my head is.”

“Yeah I know.” A few seconds. “I love you Sodapop.” A few seconds. Lips on each other in the dark. Pull apart. 

“I love you Chet. Like how I’m supposed to like Ace. I don't like Ace though. She doesn't like me neither. I promise.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I don't think we are supposed to like each other, Chet. I’m a greaser. You’re a Soc.” A little laugh because to hell with that. They are both boys! 

“Yeah Soda, I know. But I love you. Like I’m supposed to like Marcia. But I like you a lot. And I've never felt like that about someone but you.”

“Me too.” And so they kissed one more time. And then they laid down on the grass, held hands, and made up stories about the stars. And then Soda started crying. It started as just silent tears rolling down his cheeks, and then grew into sobs. And boy did that cause an ache in the other boys heart. 

“Hey Soda?” Chet sat up, and encouraged Soda to as well. “What's going on in that head of yours?” 

Soda didn't speak for a few minutes. But then he did. “I just feel. I don't know. But by golly Chet, I just feel so stupid. I’m just so stupid. And something in my head. My head is so fucking messed up. No one knows. No one can. They can try to understand but my head. My head is so messed up. It’s not wired right or somethin. I’m so stupid and somethin ain’t right, Chet. I can’t read and write, I can’t shut up, I’m always messin’ somethin up, and. And. I don't know. I like a boy when I’m meant to like a girl?”

“Oh, honey..” And Chet was crying too. He took Soda into a hug and Soda cried into his chest. 

“And I really do like you! I love you Chet! Just sometimes my mind ain't so light.” Some more sobs.

“I know honey, I know.” And Soda felt so loved. So seen. It made him cry some more. And eventually the night became later and Soda suggested they head home. 

“Chet, why don’t you stay the night? We can stay in my room!” Soda knew that the reason Chet was out so late is because of his father. Probably. And he had a small room, but he grew to stop being ashamed of it a while ago. Chet had slept over before and it was the funnest time ever. They were older now, but that's alright.

“Yeah Soda, that sounds nice. As long as you're sure your momma wouldn't mind.”

“Oh you know she wouldn't!”

And this continued for a couple more years. They helped each other out. They navigated life together. They cried and laughed and understood.  

It’s now the beginning of sophomore year. Soda was struggling real bad in school. His head was messing with him a lot. But he learned how to mask these feelings. He learned how to be okay and make others smile. He had a part time job now at the DX. He stopped going to the diamond so much, but him and Chet still met up. They even started skipping classes sometimes. Or they would meet at lunch and go to a diner. They shared kisses and touches at night. They went to Chet’s when his father wasn't home. Chet came to the Curtis’ house a lot too. Just like when him and Soda were real little.  The gang got used to having him around again. Mrs. and Mr. Curtis took him in with open arms. In fact, Mrs. Curtis probably knew. Looking back on it, Soda thinks she definitely did. But at the time, the only person that Soda was aware knew something was going on was Ace. Ace knew everything about Soda. And in return, he knew everything about her. 

It took him a while to finally admit to her why he was smiling so much. Why other nights he came home kinda sad. But the summer after eighth grade, they were at the park where you could find them a lot. Soda was about ready to split and head towards the diamonds where he knew Chet would be. 

“Soda. I think you have something to tell me.” Right! Yeah. Of course. Right.

“Uhhh. Man, you really have a way with words, don’t you.” Why was he nervous? This is Ace for god sake! Something in the way that she looked at him and the way that they were talking with each other earlier and the blood that they didn't quit share, but almost did, made him know that she wouldn’t care. Jesus christmas, Soda. This is Ace. She doesn’t give a shit about who you kiss. 

“Soda.. please.” And she was desperate just because for the longest time they shared everything with each other. She already knew. She isn’t stupid like the others. She just wants him to be the one to tell her. To settle the small gaping hole that has started to form in her chest. 

“Chet and me like each other.” Now it’s out there. In the air. “Like how I’m supposed to like you, Ace. I think we love each other. We’ve kissed. On the lips.” How inspiring. 

“Okay. Thank you.” 

“Huh?” 

“I just wanted you to tell me. I thought you were going to start to replace me and break our promise. I don’t give a shit who you kiss. I love you Sodapop.” And they were hugging now because god did Soda appreciate and love Ace Evans! 

“I couldn’t replace you even if I tried, Ace. And I wouldn’t ever try that.”

“Alright Sodacan, you can meet up with your boyfriend now!” She laughed and gave him a light shove. 

Boyfriend. Huh.

So now every time Chet was over at the house, Ace’s chest wasn’t quite as full of jealousy as it was before. Because she could say for sure that the bond her and Soda shared was not the same that Chet and him shared. They both made each other happy in their own unique and special ways. 

Then, things got darker. The light from Sodas eyes dimmed the first bit when his parents died. But the thing is, he still had Ace and Chet, and the rest of the family. Each of these people showed up for Soda and made him feel loved and seen in these times. And in return Soda was there for them as well. And life continued. Soda dropped out of school. He continued to see Chet. They shared laughs and tears and kisses and touches. Sometimes they shared drinks when Soda really needed a distraction. Drinks and beds and bare skin. They were always careful though. Still, no one knew but Ace and maybe even Marcia. Each a sister to either one. A sister that could understand. 

Chet stopped coming over to the Curtis’ after Sodas parents died. They now only met up by the tracks and Chet’s house. Sometimes Chet would skip school, or some to the DX after class to watch Soda work. 

Slowly, Soda became less present. Chet couldn’t say he didn’t understand. Because he knew the shit Soda was going through. He could hardly imagine. But it made him sad sometimes. He could tell that Sodas laughs weren’t as real as before. He stopped smiling with his eyes. And that was hard. Soda started coming over a lot more at night. He came intoxicated (which was never like before). And they shared a lot more touches and bare skin. It’s nothing that Chet never consented to. He loved making love with Soda. Because he could really and truly say it was love. And it was for love. And they felt good together. They fit like puzzle pieces. And sometimes when they were done and Soda had fallen asleep, Chet would look at him and the marks on his neck and his beautiful body and he would feel so lucky. And he would hurt for Soda and the shit he had been dealt. Eventually the undressing each other and hands on his thighs and rough kissing started to feel a lot more like a distraction from that shit life. But that was okay with Chet. Because Soda had helped him through so much. Soda is the kind of person to help anyone in need, and know exactly how they need that help. And all Chet wanted was to return that favor. So he did. 

Chet ran into Ace on the streets one day. 

“He’s slipping away.” He said, stopping near her after they made eye contact and he knew he needed to say something. 

“Yeah. I know.” She sighed a little. Of course she knew. If Soda loved anyone in life, it was Ace.

“I don’t know what to do.” His voice got caught in his throat. Ace looked at him with sad eyes. 

“He‘s just. He’s not doing the best right now, Chet. He’s hardly getting out of bed. I notice him disappearing at night. Life’s been shit to him. To all of us. But especially him. You gotta understand that” 

“I know that Ace!” The anger surprised him a little bit. “You don’t think I know that? I’m the one giving into his touch every night. I’m the one who keeps opening the door for him. Who smells his breath full of beer every night. I’m the one who touches him and kisses him like he wants it. I’m th-“ He doesn’t get to finish before his shirt is in the girls hands and he’s forced to look down at her. 

“But that’s not what he wants, Chet. That’s not what he godamn wants! He won’t talk to me anymore and I know for a fact that you’re the only person he will talk to. But I can see it in his eyes. For gods sake Chet, Soda and me aren’t blood, but we are family. And if you think I don’t know him better than you, you’re wrong. Soda wants to be seen right now. Not felt. If you stopped feeling the love in your sex a long time ago, then so did he. So maybe it’s been a routine that he shows up at your house and you undress him and do whatever the hell it is you guys do. But if that’s not what you want anymore, than it’s not what he wants either. He loves you Chet. Sometimes I think you’re the only person he’s ever truly loved.” And with that her voice cracks too. And she turns around before Chet can see the tears in her eyes. She covers her mouth before the sob can escape her. 

And Chet stops opening the door. He stops going to the DX and walking the tracks. He ignores the sound of Sodas cries outside of his house and the phone calls. At school, he wonders why Steve keeps staring at him. But that’s a stupid thing to wonder. Because that’s Sodapops family. So he’s not surprised when one day, eventually, Steve walks right up to him and beats him in the face real good. 

Soda started sitting at the baseball diamonds again. He would sit there and think. He would think about the memory’s he couldn’t really remember but mostly the ones he could. And all the ones he could with the person who has now shut him out are starting to make his head hurt and heart sink. They are becoming harder for him to remember the details. And that frustrated him something aweful. He’s forgetting Chet’s lips the same way he’s started to forget his Mommas voice. 

He wishes more than anything to be a kid at the baseball diamonds again. Just playing ball with his new friend. When things were less complicated. But that was then. This is now. 

Then Johnny got jumped. Pony next. And after that Pony and Johnny ran away and Soda had no way of knowing where they were besides the suspicion that Dally had a clue. And he had to be there to pick up his older brother because Darry had been picking up Soda for the past few months now. Ace had stopped coming around so much lately and that hurt Soda. It made him worried and scared and stupid. Sodas mind was getting more fuzzy and he was spirlaing pretty bad. 

So he went to Chet’s. 

It was dark out and rainy too so the stars were hard to see. He knocked on the door of the big house on the West Side that he could only dream of. He felt sick. Sick and scared and stupid. The door opened. And the boy he loves started right back at him. His person. And Chet stepped outside in the rain. But even in the rain, he could tell the difference between the tears and water that fell from the sky. So he pulled Soda in for a hug. And he whispered in the broken boys ear. 

“I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” 

And he pulled Soda inside and Sodas eyes were glass. His stupid head was filled with no thoughts. No memories. No words. 

Chet pulled him into bed and they undressed each other one last time. And then when they were finished, he told the other boy to leave. So Soda walked home in the rain. He couldn’t even look up at the sky and make stories out of the stars because no stars dared to shine tonight. 

When he got home, Ace was sleeping on the couch. But once the door shut she sat up and saw him enter. He was absolutely broken. Nothing about him was still together. He had done something much more than just fall apart. Ace knew what happened. She wasn’t dumb. She helped Soda undress from his wet clothes. She took a shirt off of him that wasn’t his own. And suddenly she was so angry with the boy who lived on the other side of the tracks. They really all were that shitty, huh? It was nearly one o’clock on a dark Thursday morning but she ran a bath for him and sat in the bathroom while Soda warmed up and felt nothing at all. 

This was her brother. Sodapop Curtis and Ace Evans. They had always had something special. They felt for each other. They knew each other. And they would do anything for each other. Right now, Ace vowed to make sure Soda didn’t lose himself through this. Because a year ago when Ace went through this same thing in her own way, Sodapop made sure she didn’t lose herself. 

Eventually Ponyboy came back and Johnng was in the hospital and they had a rumble. And Chet fought Soda. Or maybe Soda fought Chet. And suddenly, all the memories they shared were clear to Soda. They weren’t gone. They were there. But he didn’t want to remember. Not now. Not ever. He was angry. So so so angry. He felt sick. Chet could tell the difference between the rain and tears running down Sodas cheeks. And that just made him mad. He used that to flip Soda to the ground and for a second he could pretend like they were in his bedroom on one of the many nights that his father wasn’t home. But this time he didn’t kiss Sodas neck. Instead he punchd him and punched him across his face. 

“I bet you like that, don’t you?” 

But Soda wasn’t fighting back. And that frustrated Chet even more. So he kept going even when Sodas sobs could be heard over all the rumble. He knew it wasn’t because of the punches being thrown. No. Sodapop Curtis was crying because he loves Chet Baker. And Chet Baker was hearing up that same boy because he is in love with Sodapop Curtis. 

It took Twobit to pull Chet off of Soda while Aced turned to direct all the anger she had ever felt in he life towards him. Steve right along side her. It took Darrel and Dallas to pull Soda up off the ground. The rumble was over. But this wasn’t about the rumble anymore. Ponyboy stood watching this scene with a deep ache in his chest. 

None of them would ever know the whole story. None of them but Ace. They wouldn’t understand even if they tried. But that was okay with Soda. They all had each other. Because then Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston died. And they needed to stick by one another more than ever. They were a family. A family that was dealt too many shit carda. 

But Ace and Soda. They were something special. Sometimes it felt like they only had each other. Like everyone else left. They were soulmates. Really and truly. But not the way that Soda thought him and Chet were. Le the way that Ace thought her and Marcia were. No. Sodapop Curtis and Ace Evans were a story that was written in the stars. 

ALL THE MOODBOARDS I INCLUDED IN THIS WERE DONE BY @cherrycolacowboy ❕❕ Thank you thank you, thank you again!

all three of them knew there were only so many more sleepovers they could have before someone started poking around why they were so close. how many more times bev’s parents could find red and brown hair all over her pillows before someone started to wonder.

when do they get together? post-Everything? pre-Evrything? in an au where the Everything doesn't happen?

are chet and cherry also dating each other, or is it just soda and his infinite rizz?

i saw ur post abt the other greasers reactions to this whole thing. what abt the socs? do they stop talking to chet and cherry? is it good natured teasing?

also most important- what does indi jo call each of them? mom & dad & dad? (does it depend who she's mad at. like teenage indi jo who's pissed at soda atm like "mom? dad? soda? where are y'all?" or like if she upset w cherry "dad & dad, whens cherry getting home?")

omg heyyyy LETS TALK CHETCHERRYCOLA !!!!!!

so first, i don’t write chetcherrycola in any particular au or specific context, but i imagine they all got together roughly a year post canon, but also 99% of my writing is assuming that dally and johnny are both still alive.

chet soda and cherry are all dating all the ways !! i’m a sodapop girly so ig a lot of my fics are focused on him but i’ll try to throw in more chetcherry lol

hmmm i think cherry stopped talking to a lot of the other socs post-canon (also assuming we aren’t going with the concept that cherry and paul are siblings),, i think she and marcia ended up working things out (and ends up with two-bit duh), but i don’t think any of the other socs are really aware of what happens until the baby is born. i wanna say they’re happy for them,, like bev and brill send a registry gift and trip probably sends them some money but other than that they aren’t really involved with chet and cherry anymore :p

but as she gets older, Soda would become Pops and Chet would be Dad, also cuz it’s kinda close to Sodapop (and i did some southern research) and they all find it funny

and if she’s upset with one of them it would be,

“Hey Pops when is my other father coming home?”