Now, Soda wasn’t expecting someone as gorgeous as you to be his younger brother, Ponyboy’s friend. So through the weeks, when Ponyboy would talk about you, and that you were pretty, he was just expecting zoe average, cute girl. But he was wrong. So when Ponyboy came home from school, telling Darry and Soda that you’d be coming over, Soda thought he’d have time to at least change, or shower. He was wrong, again. You came through the door, backpack slung over one shoulder, walking behind Ponyboy.

Soda was halfway through a glass of water, still in his hand and gulping it down, he was slightly thankful for that, since it covered his flustered face. Soda was standing there, gawking at you, looking like a homeless man, his hair messy and sticking out in all different directions, shirtless, only wearing some loose jeans. And he had dirt/grease on his face from work at the DX. Meanwhile she, in Soda’s opinion, looked like a glowing, shy goddess.