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Cherry's parents actually invited me to the funeral. It was kind of awkward, since me and Cherry broke up a couple months ago. But I paid my respects and didn't look at the open coffin; it was soon over, fortunately, because I knew no one there (except maybe Marcia, but I avoided her) besides her parents. I wish I never came, but Darry urged me to go, so I listened and went. I was just leaving when a strong hand stopped me; I turned around, face-to-face to a tall, blond and handsome man.

"You're Ponyboy Curtis, right?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah. That's me." I replied, he scratched his neck and smiled subtly. "You?"

"Christopher Sheldon." He answered. "But you can call me Kit."

We talked for a while, about my school and he talked of his job at an oil rig in Texas. He seemed like a real nice guy, he said he was engaged to an actress and was going to move to a bigger house. This made me feel a bit uncomfortable; since it pointed out he was a Soc. These days you never know who are Socs and now we all lookalike since them and us greasers dress pretty much the same and wear the same hair. I told Kit about me working towards a scholarship; he said I looked smart enough.

He brought me outside to his car (a red 1967 Camaro) and pulled out a six-pack, and offered me a drink, but I politely declined, because Darry doesn't like me drinking too much. If Soda was here, he'd let me and cover for me, but I guess since I am the youngest I get babied the most. I mean I guess Darry is being reasonable and doesn't want me to get addicted to it and get real sick, like Two-Bit.

Kit had drank nearly the whole thing, but managed to stay somewhat sober. We talked and talked, even after the guests left. Avoiding the subject of Cherry (I don't even know how he knew her), we kept chatting, Kit was a really easy guy to talk to. At last Darry showed and picked me up. If I had my own car I could have driven myself, but since we can't afford it, I can't. Too bad Soda's old car doesn't work anymore; otherwise I would have used that.

Darry asked who he was and I told him, he looked at me in surprise. "Kit Sheldon?"

I looked at him dumb for a while. Then it dawned on me, Bob's older brother, I never would have guessed, they look so unlike. I wondered why he wasn't hostile or anything, since my friend did kill his brother.

"I knew him in school, you know." Darry informed me. "Nice guy."

We didn't talk for the rest of the ride, I felt kind of empty, emotionless. At home, I jumped onto my bed, seemingly too empty. I wish Soda was here. It's been three months, I think, ever since he was drafted. Those three months seems like forever to me, I never been this long from seeing him and it still kills me sometimes. Why do so many people have to go to the War? Leaning over my bed I reached over to my desk and found the envelope.

Dear Ponyboy,

Yeah it's only been two months, so don't get your panties in a twist. I'm fine I guess, I hope, though it gives me nightmares to see what I see. Enough of me, what about you? Sorry you and Cherry broke up, though I told you, I don't think she was good enough for you. Hey, I'm just being the supportive big brother. So you working for that scholarship? You better be, we need someone in our family to turn good. How's Darry, is he too busy to send my letters back? Tell him I'm waiting. And Two-Bit? Did he propose yet? Well I hope that you'll save me at least one chick for me when I come home. Steve says hi.

Sodapop Curtis

Damn, it kills me so much. Tears well up in my eyes whenever I think of him, but they never fall. I sent him two letters since that last one, but I still haven't got any back. I wished Soda never went, but life just isn't fair, especially for us greasers.