"Roy why don't you go sit over there next to Ponyboy?" Ponyboy jumped at the sound of his name. He had been watching the clouds float by outside and now he turned to look at the boy that was sitting down beside him. 'Soc' was his immediate thought. The boy was wearing expensive jeans, as nice jacket and shoes that looked like they cost more than Ponyboy's entire wardrobe.

"Hi, my name's Roy." he said, holding out his hand for Ponyboy to shake. "I'm new here." Ponyboy looked at him with raised eyebrows and shook his hand.

Just then Richard walked up, Richard was a Soc a few years older then Ponyboy and he grinned down at him as he said to Roy, "Looks like you've got pretty good taste in clothes, why don't you come sit with us?" He jerked his thumb back toward the table where he and his friends were. "You wouldn't have to hang out with this loser."

Roy looked at Ponyboy to see his reaction, Ponyboy looked at apple he was supposed to be drawing for art. "That's okay," Roy answered. "I'm fine here." Richard looked at him for a second and then laughed, "All right then, suit yourself." He walked off.

"You probably should have gone with them." said Ponyboy looking at Roy strangely.
"They didn't look all that nice." he replied.

"And I do?" asked Ponyboy, incredulous. Roy smiled, "Nicer than them." Ponyboy shook his head and went back to starring at the apple.

It had been a few days since Roy had first come to Pony's class and they hadn't talked since the first day, Ponyboy was starting to think they weren't going to. He sat down in his seat, ignoring the rude calls being thrown across the room from Richard and his friends and jumped as someone put a hand on his shoulder. He spun around fast, expecting to see a Soc and it was Roy.

"Hey, didn't mean to scare you there." he said smiling. Ponyboy smiled weakly in return. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school or something?" he asked, the big grin still plastered on his face.

"What?" asked Ponyboy. "Don't you have any friends?"

"Well I just moved here," he answered, apparently unfazed by Ponyboy's rebuke. Ponyboy looked at him for a second, "I don't know if you've noticed, but you're a Soc and me, I'm a Grease, we don't hang out."

"Well I don't know anything about Socs or Greasers, I just wanted to see if you wanted to do something, but if you donít that's fine, I'm not pushing you." He sat down opposite Ponyboy and took out his pencil.

"You really don't know anything about Socs and Greasers?" he asked, trying to imagine a world were the two gangs didn't exist.

"Nope, I just moved to the city, I've lived in the country practically my whole life, I don't know anything about gangs or any of that stuff."

"Right," said Ponyboy, still not really believing it. "Well a Soc is like those guys over there," he nodded with his head, "rich kids and a Grease is like me, with Grease in my hair." He grinned and ran a hand through his hair, flipping it slightly. Roy smiled.
"You know," said Pony. "I always wanted to go live in the country, go fishing and sit in the grass, not worry about Socs.'

"Yah, it's nice, but you can't ever go to shows and there's nothing to do really." Ponyboy laughed, "Yah, cause I go to so many shows." He winced slightly, "My family, we don't really got enough money to do that kind of thing."

"Oh," Roy looked back to his paper, chagrin on his face. "Sorry."

"Hey you still want to hang out after school?" Ponyboy asked, not looking up form his paper.

"Sure," Roy said with a smile.