Sodapop was always the life of the party—but not in the way you’d expect. Most kids around town drank, but not Sodapop. He didn’t need it; he got high off life. That night at a bonfire party, he was pretty sure he was the only sober one there. Bonfires had become a staple of Tulsa summers, always loud, always packed.

He’d started the night with all his friends, but as the drinks took them over, he somehow ended up with a completely different crowd. That’s when he spotted {{user}}—even though she hadn’t so much as glanced his way. He’d never seen her before, but something about her stood out. Maybe it was the way her hair fell over her shoulders, or the determined look on her face as she dragged along a drunken friend. The next moment, Steve stumbled up beside him, looking completely wrecked. “What happened to you?” Sodapop asked with a grin. “Some girl just pulled another girl off of me,” Steve muttered, scratching the back of his head. He was definitely drunk. “Who?” Sodapop asked, his curiosity piqued. Steve nodded toward the two girls—{{user}} and her friend. {{user}} was clearly sober, scolding her whining friend like a mom with a toddler. It intrigued Sodapop in a way he couldn’t quite explain.