Hmm.

“So, uh, how much of that did you hear?” I asked Breanna. The sun was shining on her the right way. She looked like and angel or something like that. Maybe even a goddess. Her hair was sure pretty. It was a nice shade of orange, like an off gold, but more orange. She stood there, leaning on the small building that Sodapop was still inside. She had some other features that I think I should keep to myself, but she was one of the best looking girls I’ve ever seen. None of the Soc girls even came close to Breanna.

“All of it. Well, the part where Johnny asked you if you fancied anyone. And Johnny who the hell says fancy? And I heard the part about me.” She said kind of sheepishly. Breanna was looking down but I could see her huge grin. I think she was trying to hide it. I blew it. She probably thought I was some creepy pervert or something. Or the smile could be a good thing. I had my fingers crossed for it to be a good thing. Johnny instantly stood up

“I’m just going to go try and find Pony. Bye guys!” Johnny spoke so fast and left abruptly.  He waved in the distance. I felt small after he left, since he was sitting with me, but I needed to maintain a mainly image while Breanna and I were still alone. So I stood up and mimicked how she was leaning against the discolored bricks.

“So you heard what I said about you...” I trailed off, looking down and kicked a rock as I awaited her reply.

“Yeah, but it was sweet. Or at least I thought so.” Then a car approached the two of us. I couldn’t tell who was driving it but it was someone Breanna must have knew. “That’s my ride. I’ll see you later okay?” With that she trotted off, and hopped into the old rusty car. It must have belonged to a greaser. As long as she was keeping it greased, I guess it was okay for her to be with another guy. It wasn’t like we were dating, so it didn’t have anything to do with me or my opinion. When Breanna and her mysterious friend drove off, Soda finally came outside the building that he had been in for so long.

“I pulled a lot of strings for you man. You better not screw this up. You start tomorrow.” Soda said so casually. This was my first job ever. I had been a soc with everything handed to me. It was time I stepped up and took a leap into manhood I guess. Soda threw a light blue button down shirt with the DX logo on the pocket.

“Thanks Soda! This is great! But don’t you get hot in this shirt?” I wondered.  He pointed to his sleeves that were rolled up. I asked a stupid question. But the next question I had wouldn’t be stupid. “So, uh, what exactly do I have to do?”

“We’ll discuss that tomorrow.” Soda told me as Darry in his red pickup truck pulled up to us. I got in, and looked back on the DX as we drove away. I had a bad feeling about this.

I think I'm fucked .

Today, Soda told me he was bringing me to the DX with him. He sure loved that place. He told me that at first it sucked, with the whole have-to-work-to-help-support-my-brothers thing, but it grew on him, and now he couldn’t stand to be away. I didn’t see what was so special, I mean, it’s just a gas station.

“Why you bringing me to the DX Soda?” I wondered.

“I’m gonna get you a job, that’s why.” A job? I never expected having a job at this age. Bob never had to work for anything, especially because he was with my father. Dad had all the money, leaving my mom with none. I went with her to the north side, where I am now, and I thought she had the money problems all under control, but maybe not. I guess it wouldn’t too bad to help her out with some bills.  

“Why are you gonna get me a job?”

“Yeah, Help out your mom, and look like a greaser while doin it!” Soda exclaimed.  That could help me a lot. I still wasn’t sure whether or not me being a greaser would pan out since when I was a soc, the socs hated me, and the greasers hated me. Now I was going on their turf, trying to be one of them, I had to get all the fitting in I possibly could.

“Alright, I guess so.” And with that I followed him to where ever he was going. When we approached a door, Soda went in, and shut the door in my face, locking it behind him. There was some talking going on, but it was too mumbled for me to hear it. So I took a nice seat on the side of the little building that Soda was in. I was sitting there for a little while Soda was still talking to whoever was inside.  I heard a third unfamiliar voice, but I disregarded it. A small fragile looking boy was walking towards me. As he came closer I could tell it was Johnny Cade.

“Hey, is Ponyboy around?” He asked  me.

“Nah, why would he be here?”

“I don’t know, sometimes he comes here with Soda.” He said depressingly.

“Is something bugging you?”

“No. It’s just that my parents are fighting, and I hate it so I wanted hang with Pony. What are you up to?”

“Just waiting for Soda, he’s trying to get me a job here.”

“Ah, cool!” Johnny exclaimed. “So did you like the dinner the other night? Darry’s a great cook. I saw you checking people out. Find anyone to your liking?”

“Just uh, one girl. Her name’s Breanna.” Johnny smirked while looking up at something. Like he wasn’t listening to me. I looked in the direction that he was and there stood ginger-headed Breanna.

I might of found where I belong

I used to be a soc, emphasis on used to. My parents split. No surprise there, and my dad took all the money. I was left in the North side with my mom, so I was technically a greaser. My older brother Bob said I wasn't old enough to do the things him and his soc friends did, which I don't agree with because I've probably gotten into more trouble than he had, so he left me on my own. That is, untill one day I met Sodapop Curtis.

 I was trying to get in on some action when I was with Bob one day, He shut me down and told me to stay out of it. Bob left, and I started to talk to they guy he was trying to hassle. He seemed like a nice guy. Definitly a pretty boy. Seemed like a soc, but I could tell he wasn't. I felt sorry that my older brother was always bagging on him, so I wrote down my number and told him to give me a call if Bob comes back. I went walking away, and I guess he felt bad for me because he called me right then and there and asked if I wanted to go to his house for dinner. That was the most wanted I ever felt, but when I told him I would stay for dinner, I didn't know what I was getting myslf into.

When I walked into the old screen door, about 20 people turned their faces towards me and Soda. I didn't realize that this was going to be a social gathering.

"This is the gang. It seems like a lot of people, but we're all basically family." Soda told me. Just as I was going to find a place to sit, an extremely muscular man confronted me. He seemed tuff, and tough. It sort of scared me. He had a brutal look on his face, and I thought he would question me or something. But what came next surprised me. A giant grin on his face appeard and he couldn't have looked any friendlier.

"Well hello, I'm Darry."

"Hi there Darry," I started. "I'm Tyler Sheldon." The whole group simoultaneously gasped. I knew exactly why. "But I ain't a soc like my brother Bob." They believed me, and then I ate like I've never ate before in my life. Literally stuffed myself, and along the way, I noticed this girl, I think her name was Breanna. Gosh she was real pretty.