There was no need for your boyfriend, Sodapop, to accompany his big brother Darry for an internship out of town, and yet, he was up and gone. That was how he was usually, too spontaneous and too willing.

He had been gone for a week, writing you postcards and sending back the sweetest of poems. It seemed Ponyboy got that from his big brother. It was all very endearing.

Soda called you up once, ringing from the little place he and Darry were staying at. "Hey sweetheart," he drawled, smooth and cool. "Been thinkin' of you. How's it been?"