I slowly flipped through the magazine. Theses hours were always really boring because either everyone was at school or at work. I wondered if Darry was going to stop buy. There was an accident at his work about three days ago. Darry and his supervisor were both cutting wood when the fore man pulled on the wood a good chunk of Darry's hand went straight threw the saw. It was pretty gross and Darry was light headed he lost so much blood. The good thing was the supervisor was giving Darry paid recovery time.

"Sodapop." A deep voice pulled me away from my wondering but at the same time scared me.

I jumped out of my chair and looked at the guy in front of me, he looked like a soc except he was wearing a black and white baseball hat that covered the most of his face. He was big, bigger than Darry even. His words came off sounding different then the Oklahoma drawl.

"How did you know my name?" I stammered; socs never came around here unless they were looking for trouble.

He tapped his finger over his heart indicating that he had read my nametag. "Sorry, did I scare you?" He gave me a slight smile.

I shook my head. "No, I just wasn't expecting anyone. I haven't seen you in these parts."

"No, I'm new around here. I'm from L.A." He was looking at me funny like I had returned from the dead.

"What brings you to Tulsa?" I asked glad that I finally had someone to talk too.

He grinned even wider. "I got a couple of people I need to see."

"Really who?" I new most people around here no one had a brother from L.A."

"You probably don't know them kid."

I grinned and rang up his stuff.

"You wouldn't happen to know of any cheap but nice hotels, would you?" He asked.

"There is a lot of hotels in the city area right off of Race Road just take a left when you leave here and continue straight for about ten miles you'll take a left at the stop light and then a right onto Race"

He stuck his hand out. "Thanks nice meeting Sodapop, I'm Shay."

"You're welcome." I said.

Shay turned around at the door. "Is Sodapop your real name?" He asked.

I laughed I can't even begin to count how many times a day people ask me this. "Yeah, my Dad was really interesting guy. My little brother's name is Ponyboy."

Shay smiled. "I'll see you around kid."

Darry's (POV)

"Hey Ponyboy." I walked out to the living room finding him sound asleep on the couch. I shook my head and pressed my hand against his cheek; it had gotten colder out and cold weather brings about colds, sore throats and any other illness. Pony responded quickly to my touch, he groaned and attempted to roll over.

"Shh, go back to sleep." I rubbed the back of his hair. It wasn't long after Johnny and Dally died that Pony's nightmares made a return so sleep was much needed. He wasn't warm but cold. I went into his and grabbed the blanket and a couple pillows from the couch. I placed a pillow behind his head. I was in the process tucking the blanket around him when someone banged on the door.

"One second!" I glanced down at Pony he was still asleep. As I straightened up, I saw something from the corner of my eye. "Shit." I said out loud, there was only one reason a cherry red mustang would be in my neighborhood. I raked my fingers through my hair and went to answer the door.

"What-?" I stopped in mid sentence. The dark haired man, with Dad's facial features stared back at me. My throat ran dry; I felt the blood rush from my head and my adrenaline began to take on speed suddenly.

"Oh, my god, I feel like I'm looking at a ghost." He took his hat off so I could see him better. "You might not remember me Darry."

I glanced back at Pony and shut the door. "What the hell are you doing here you didn't even bother making the funeral!" I shoved him back.

"I don't want this." Sunny stuck his hand putting space between us. "Darry, it's been a long time, twelve years."

"What do you want? We don't have anything. They don't know about you!" I shouted I let my anger boil.

Sunny pushed his hair back. "I know I made a big mistake not coming to my father's funeral." He stopped for a second and just starred at me. "You look exactly like him. My Mom always said I looked-"

"You look nothing like him." I snapped.

"I just want to talk, Darry, that's it." Sunny was calm. He slowly dropped his hand to show that he wasn't ready to fight. "You're my little brother."

"Half brother, but I don't consider you my brother, Sunshine."

Sunny winced. "I saw an article in the new papers. Darry since Dad died, I didn't stop thinking about you guys. I want to meet Sodapop and Ponyboy." He handed me the newspaper. It was the article they had posted about my brothers and I, after Johnny and Pony saved those kids. I like to refer to that week as hell week.

"I want to meet them, Darry. I missed out on something big."

I shook my head. "No."

"Darry, please they are my brothers."

I turned around. "What makes them your brothers Sunny or wait I forgot its Shay isn't it? Dad and I drove all the way to L.A to find out that you disowned your name, and him. He wrote to you and never got a letter back and sent you things on Christmas and your birthday. You didn't even pay your respects at his funeral. Now you want to meet my kid brothers. You have to be out of your damn mind. Go back to your mom and her rich husband." I turned around to go back inside.

"I talked to Sodapop." He called after me.

I turned around. "When? They don't know, if you even told him anything I swear I'll kill you!"

"I didn't, I stopped in the gas station and saw him. He's a nice kid."

"You don't know shit." I spat and went back in to the house. I slammed the door waking Pony up. He began rubbing his eyes.

"You okay?"

"Just fine"

Pony looked from the door to my hand. "You weren't working on something were you?"

It was hard not to laugh. He was overly worried that I was going to do more damage to my hand living with this kid was like living with a Doctor it was always "Darry you'll get that infected, or I'll get it for you, I don't want you to hurt your hand."

"I just went out to check the mail." I ruffled his hair and as I did I looked out the window the mustang was gone.

I couldn't help but think about it as I peeled the bandages off my hand that night. Sunshine Shay Curtis, the long lost Curtis brother; my Dad had done the forbidden and had a kid at eighteen. Of course, he and the woman never worked out. She ran off across town and married some high and mighty soc. My Dad found my Mom and Shay stayed part of his life until one day they picked up and left. They moved to L.A at age ten Sunshine began going by Shay and decided to hate my Dad. I remember seeing my Dad cry into my Mom's arms repeating over and over again that his child hated him and he was a horrible father. Shay is two years older than I am. He never wrote back to my Dad and one time we drove up to L.A for the holiday season. His new father mocked my Dad; Sunny took his middle name as his first. I guess he never realized that Dad named him Sunny because to my father. The sun rose and set in Shay's eyes. Pony and Soda were just babies, they knew nothing of Shay or my dad's past. The whole thing sounds like a soap opera.

I pulled out a new bandage for my hand. I figured that would be the last I saw of Shay, I was never more wrong in my entire life.