It was a sunny Summer morning. Soda was walking around the house whistling getting ready to go watch Dally perform in a race. "Are you ready?" he yelled to Darry and Pony.
"In a minute," Pony replied. In a couple of minutes Darry and Pony walked up to the truck, where Soda was waiting for them impatiently. The Rest o f the guys were supposed to meet them there.
These days Soda was doing better. After what happened with Sandy he was really bummed out and refused to date anyone. Then he got tired of being that way and started dating. He said he believed there was someone for everyone out there and he was determined to find his match. It seemed Steve and Evie hooked him up with a new girl each week, but he always returned disappointed from his dates. There was always something wrong with the girl. Pony and the guys would have never guessed that Soda would have a problem with finding a girlfriend being that he was so good looking and girls were attracted to him like bees to honey, but apparently that didn't help him find the right girl.
They arrived just on time. Steve and Two-Bit were already there. They settled down and were watching the race. Dally was taking it slow at the beginning trying to save his energy for the end. At about ten minutes before the end he started speeding up abruptly. He was now third. The guys got up from their seats and were cheering loudly for Dally. Then they noticed a girl in the row in front of them also got up and was cheering for Dally's opponent.
"There's no way he's gonna win," Soda said loudly to her. She turned around. She was a looker and it didn't escape Darry how Soda looked at her. "He has no chance against Dally," Soda stated with finality.
"We'll just wait'n see," the girl replied boldly.
"How 'bout this," Soda winked at her, "if Dally wins you gotta give me your phone number."
"You are a quick one," she laughed, "aren't you? Ok you got a deal." Of course Dally won, and the girl, whose name was Tiffany, gave Soda her phone number.
The next morning Pony walked into the living room to see Soda sitting next to the phone. "What's the matter?" Pony asked.
"Oh, it's nothing," Soda replied I just gotta call Tiffany,"
"So, why don't you call her?" Pony asked confused.
"I will in a minute," Soda replied, "I'm just a little…," he paused, "I'm just a little nervous," Pony chuckled. It was so not like Soda to fuss over calling a girl.
"Hey, wipe that smirk off your face," Soda said a little apprehensive.
"Ok, ok," Pony said still chuckling, and walking into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Soda just sat there next to the phone for a couple more minutes, then finally dialed the number.