Sick of all the violence in his home town and still smarting from his fight with Darry, Pony runs to the one place that's rumored to be peace on earth, San Francisco and the Summer of Love.
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The room went silent, everyone staring at Darry's hand in shock. "Pony, I-"
Pony didn't stay to listen. He jumped up and grabbed his jacket, very deliberately snapping it out. Soda made a little noise in his throat as Darry reached for him but he bolted out the door as fast as he knew how. He hit me. Darry hit me. He shook his head, fighting back tears. He was fourteen. He was a greaser, he would not cry. But I'm not going to put up with this either.
He thought of Johnny, sleeping in the lot and he was tempted to turn around and go pour out his troubles to his friend. He slowed down to a jog, an insignificant part of him proud that he had gotten so far without stopping. He needed to think, needed to make a reasonable choice. Obviously Darry didn't want him at home. Ever since Mom and Dad they just couldn't get along. He didn't have anyone else to stay with, at least not without feeling like he was imposing or ending up sent home. So then he had to live on his own. Looking around the dirty streets that he'd found his way to, he didn't like the idea of that, not here at least. He needed to go somewhere safe. Tulsa was not a place to be out by yourself.
He sighed and sank onto the curb. He had no money on him, so a bus was a no and his jacket was thin so it would be best to go somewhere warm. Well then he knew he needed to get to a train station and choose a destination. The wind picked up and he shivered. A magazine flew to his feet, catching on one of his converses. One of the muddy pages showed a picture of the 'wild and uncontrollable' youths of San Francisco who were dancing and laughing in their hippie garb.
They believed in peace and love, they wanted to make the world beautiful. He could be safe there. Fine then, try yelling at me now Darry. Is four states enough distance to make you leave me alone?