<Soda's POV>

Everyone starting laughing with the exception of Dallas and Steve. Steve jumped across the table and hugged me. "I'm going to be uncle Steve of two!" He shouts as we hit the ground. I roll him off of me and then pick him up. "That's right bud." Dallas rubs his face and Skyler smirks at him.

"What's wrong Dal?" Two asks knowingly. Dallas uncovers his eyes.

"You guys are still doing it?" He says disdainfully. Chris laughs and kisses me on the cheek. Dallas grunts and Skyler rubs his shoulder.

"Oh just eat your steak," she says more like a mother than a girlfriend.

"Ya I made it extra bloody just for you," Darry tells Dally. Skyler takes a single glance at the pink steak and covers her mouth. Her cheeks puff and she quickly stands up from be table and runs to the small garbage can. As she empties her stomach Dallas rubs his forehead.

"Ugh babies everywhere," he complains as he stands up and goes over to Skyler. His hand goes to her back and he rubs sympathetically. "You okay Skyler Elizabeth?" Dallas asks. She nods as she pulls back her hair. Skyler coughs a few times and then smiles at all of us.

"Carry on," she says with a raspy voice. I look to Chris and she smiles.

"Skyler and I are due on the same days because well it happened the same night," she says awkwardly. Dallas covers his mouth.

"I think I may puke," he says and actually does dry heave over the trash can where Skyler just emptied her own stomach. She's pats his back with a smirk.

"Not so much fun is it?" Skyler asks sarcastically. Dallas shakes his head and then looks up at us.

"Carry on," he says, mimicking Skyler. Chris begins speaking again.

"So ya that's that," she says awkwardly, "in nine months Skyler and I will be giving birth to our beautiful babies." Skyler's face darkens. We all know what she is thinking. She is thinking she won't make it that long. That the baby or her, or both may die by then or become at least very ill. Dallas looks at Skyker with stern eyes.

"Yes, both of you." Skyler manages to force out a smile. We all get back to what we were doing and at the end of the night everyone crashes at our house. Skyler and Dally holding each other on the couch with Tibby in between them. Chris and I in our room and Pony and Darry in their room. Two-Bit passed out drunk on the front porch. Steve and Lena are in the chair and Johnny is on the table with a blanket and pillow. It makes me happy to know Steve found love in the midst of a war. Now we can both go through the life of a relationship together.

I think of all the memories we have made together. A few of our memories begin to make an appearance in my mind.

A knocking comes on Pony and I's window. I open my eyes slowly and see Steve on my roof. I elusively climb out of bed and open the window. Trying desperately not to wake Pony. "Steve what are you doing? I ask. He smiles.

"Come on out." I follow Steve out of the window. He sits down on the roof, away from the window like he doesn't want Pony to see us in case he wakes up. I sit next to my best friend. Steve pulls out matches, a pack of cigarettes, and a Jack Daniels. I smirk and take the cigarette and a match. I must be a sight smoking a cancer stick in my underwear and a t shirt on my roof with my best friend. It's a good thing its the dead of night. I take a drag and then look to Steve.

"So what are we doing?" I ask. Steve shrugs.

"Siting," he says. I laugh.

"Ya but why in the middle of the night?" I ask. Steve sips the Jack.

"My parents are splitting up," he says casually.

"Aw golly, that's no reason to be upset, you'll still see both your parents," I say while punching his shoulder playfully. Steve takes a second sip.

"I don't wanna see my mom again, I walked in on her and some guy in my parents bed room, I ran to tell my dad at work," Steve explains. I look at him in disbelief.

"Shoot," I mumble. Steve nods.

"You seen Chris?" Steve asks, avoiding the subject of his parents. I nod.

"Ya she and Dally stopped by today," I say. Steve nods like a mindless drone.

"Do you like her?" He asks.

"Well ya she's our best friend," I say. Steve hands be the bottle.

"I don't mean platonically, I mean do you love her numbskull," Steve tells me. I hold my breathe for a second.

"Ya I guess," I say then take a sip from the bottle.

"Oh come on man don't say ya I guess, I want a yes or no answer," Steve demands before taking a drag. I think for a second.

"Yes." A voice comes from nowhere.

"What you guys talking about?" Chris asks as she finished her climb onto the roof.

"Uh nothing um we were just talking about um," I stutter. I'm at a loss for words.

"Sex," Steve says while taking the bottle from me and taking another sip. Christina's face darkens. Like she is recalling a bad memory. She sits next to me and looks out at the other run down houses on our street.

"Hey Steve you got a cancer stick?" Chris asks. Steve nods and gives her one from his pocket. "So what about sex?"

"Virgins," Steve says. Christina nods her head.

"I'd know a lot about that," Christina says. It sound alike she's lying but I don't question it.

"Same here," I say. Steve bites his lip. "You didn't!" I yell giddily. Steve nods and takes a drag.

"Who with?" Chris asks.

"You know that waitress at the dingo that I was taking to the other day?" Steve asks.

"Ya Lorainne right?" I ask. Steve nods.

"Her."

"You banged the waitress!" Chris yells in disbelief. Steve nods once again and we all burst out laughing.

Sure it wasn't the most appropriate conversation but it is still a memory with my best buddy.

A/N babesssss

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