Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, or the song, You've got a friend in Me. Just every time I hear that song, I think of Steve and Soda.
Note: This is my first attempt at a Songfic, so be kind.
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You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
Soda awoke in the middle of the night after he heard someone stumble into the house. He carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Ponyboy up. He left the room and walked quietly down the hall. The light was on in the kitchen. He saw Steve walk past, holding an ice pack to the side of his face. He heard Steve grunt slightly, then the squeak that the couch made every now and then. He stepped into the living room, "Steve?"
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and we see it through
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
"Oh..Hey Soda...I didn't wake ya, did I?" Steve sat up to give room for Soda to sit down
He shook his head, "No...are you ok?" He asked, sitting down beside him.
Steve shrugged, " I'll be fine."
"You're dad again?"
Steve shrugged, " Yeah..but it aint that bad.." He said, lowering the ice pack.
Soda frowned, "You're bleedin...' "
"Its nothin'..."
Soda stood up and went into the kitchen. He came back a minute later with some cotton balls, a box of band aids and a bottle of rubbing alcohal...
Some other folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
Maybe
But none of them will ever love you the way I do
It's me and you, boy
"W-what are you doin' with that?" Steve asked as Soda soaked a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol..
"I'm gonna clean the cut..." Soda said. He reached forward to dab the wound with the cotton ball, but Steve leaned back. Soda smirked and tried again.
Again, Steve moved back.
"Quit actin' like a baby.."
"I aint acting like no --Ah!"
While Steve was talking, Soda quickly put the cotton ball on the cut. When he was done, he tossed the cotton ball on the table, " See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
"Oh...shut up..."
Soda laughed, " Now, " He picked up the box of bandaids, " So you want a Micky bandaid, a Donald bandaid, or a Goofy bandaid?"
Steve looked bemused. He muttered something under his breath..
"Sorry, what was that?" Soda asked.
"I'll take the stupid Goofy bandaid..."
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see
It's our destiny
You've got a friend in me
"Good-Night, Steve."
"Good-night, Soda.."
Soda turned out the light in the kitchen and was about to go back to his room, but he turned around, " Steve?"
"Yeah, Soda?"
"You...you know I'll always be there for ya, right?"
"I know you will, buddy..."
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
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