A/N: I never though I would ever write a SongFic (is that even what you call it?) Well I had read a Soda get's his draft notice fic and while later I was listen to music and this song came on. It screamed to me Soda and Ponyboy.

This is my first ever Outsider fic and I hope I did not make Pony to OOC

The name of the song is Brothers by: Dean Brody.

The song lyrics are in italics and centered.

The house was like a tomb.

I was hiding in my room.

As my brother made his way on down the hall.

The only sound I could head was Soda's boots against the old floor. Darry and the others were in the living room. I could not bear to see Soda's face before he left.

I didn't want to say goodbye.

And I was tryin' to deny there was a war,

And that he got the call.

Soda was the only Greaser who got the draft letter. No matter how hard I tried this living nightmare would not go away. How could they take my brother from me? I am sick and tired of losing the people I love. First my parents, Johnny and Dally.

I watched him from my window

Walkin' down the drive.

Then I ran down the stairway

Through the front door and I cried,

Soda approached the car that was going to take for who knows how long. I needed to say goodbye to my brother. I pushed past Steve and threw my arms around Soda.

You come back you hear?

And I let him see my tears

"Don't leave Soda!" I called out pathetically. Darry pulled me back. "Oh Pony," he told me pulling me into a tight hug. "It will be okay," Darry's voice was cracking. Could he be crying?

But he said, this is what brothers are for.

The car pulled away with Soda in it. Leaving us behind.

And I wrote him every night,

I said I miss our pillow fights,

But lately I just wonder where you're at.

Every night when I got home from school I would write a letter to Sodapop. Every morning I would mail the letter I wrote the previous night. Late at night I lose sleep wondering what Soda was doing, how he was. I looked out the window the sun was setting, I wish Soda was looking at the same sunset as me.

I said you come back you hear?

I miss you being near.

Everyday when I come home I would always look for a letter from Soda. In my last letter I told him Steve got his letter. Soda was optimistic at the thought of fighting side by side with his best friend.

I'll do anything you want.

There must be someone I can call,

And just maybe they would let you come back home.

But he wrote, this is what brothers are for.

I may never have to face the anger of those guns,

Or lie cold and wounded in my blood,

Or know the sacrifice and what it must have cost

For him to love me that much.

It had been a long time since Soda had written back to me. I get more concerned as each day go by. I hear a knock at the door. Darry answered it. I could not hear what was said. I heard Darry's fish connect with the wall.

I ran out of my room. He held a telegraph in his hand.

THE SECRETARY OF THE ARMY HAS ASKED ME TO EXPRESS HIS DEEP REGRET THAT YOUR BROTHER, PRIVATE SODAPOP CURTIS DIED…

My body could no longer support me. I dropped to my knees and cried.

When Soda's body came home they said they found a note in his pocket. It read:

"Pony I am sorry I did not come back. Take care of Darry for me. He works to hard.

I crushed the note in my hand

And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.

A/N: Hope it was all right. Thanks for reading.

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~colonelduckie