So this is chapter two! I hope you guys like it get ready for some pretty cute sodapop moments cuz I cant help it! Anyway review and let me know what you guys want to read because im totally making this up as I go along, im a little ahead but not to much so expect another chapter soon. Thanks ya'll xox

My eyes jumped open as a felt my bed being shaken like someone was jumping on it. I hadn't been asleep for a while I was just lying on my back thinking and had closed my eyes in the process.

"oh cmon Soda five more minutes" I half groaned half laughed.

"Nope it's Saturday and we've got lots to do!"

"Like what?"

"Oh I have no idea, adventures I guess" Sodapop shrugged as he opened my closet full of the few clothes I had acquired over the years. He threw the jeans he knew where my favorite and a blue V-neck sweater at me and ordered me to get changed. I groaned and rolled out of bed.

"TURN" I ordered and he laughed, but turned around just like I had told him to. Soda always did what I told him to and I always did what Soda told me to, for the most part. I changed into the clothes and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I applied toothpaste Soda began to sing. YOuuuuuu the devil in disguise oh yes you are devil in disguise ooh ooh ooooohh. He grabbed my comb, spun around, used it as a guitar, and the combed it through the side of his hair as if he were Elvis and I laughed so hard I nearly spit toothpaste at him. I don't know why I still found it funny and adorable that he did that but I did. He always sang to me as I brushed my teeth. I took the comb from him complaining that he had gotten it all greasy, like I did every Saturday, and wiped it off with a towel before pulling my hair back into a long curly ponytail.

You fooled me with your kisses! Soda continued to sing and make kissy faces at me as a dragged him downstairs for breakfast so he wouldn't be tempted to grab the comb again and use it to complete his one-man band.

"Alright loser have you had breakfast yet?" I asked him.

"Hey who you callin loser, loser?" He replied as he jumped in the counter and slid across it on his butt before landing in front of the fridge.

"Yeah I had eggs blueberry jelly and chocolate cake, but you know me if there's food…" His sentence was cut short as he stuffed a handful of my cheerios in his mouth.

"Hey get your filthy paws out of my cereal bowl" I laughed at him. He spun the other kitchen chair around and sat backwards on it across the table from me so he was staring straight into my eyes.

"Want to come to my house and see who wants to adventure with us?" he asked after a few minutes of quiet while I ate. He was referring to our gang of crazy greaser teens who loved adventure and trouble, but mostly trouble.

"Sure" I said simply looking into my cereal bowl to avoid his gaze. Soda and I had been friends since the fourth grade, but I still had a hard time staring straight into his huge puppy dog brown eyes. He was happy enough with the simple answer I gave him to stop pestering me and swung open the fridge to grab some orange juice. He drank it right out of the bottle and as I got up to clear my dishes I swatted him and pretended to be upset that he didn't use a glass.

"Less dishes for you!" He said his eyes widening in defense of his actions before he handed me the juice with one sip left at the bottom and skipped out the door. I sighed and finished up the juice and put my bowl away I grabbed my worn sneakers in my hand and opened the door. Soda was casually lounging with his eyes closed on the banister of the stairs leading to my small grass patch of a front yard with his long and lean legs dangling off the edges. I closed the door as softly as possible and when I was close enough to touch him I pushed ever so slightly on his shoulder and with a high pitched shriek he fell the two feet and landed in the damp grass with a thump. I laughed out loud and he fake pouted as he sat in the grass. I stepped down into the grass myself to offer him my hand but he just stuck his bottom lip out further and his nose up in the air. So I went behind him and attempted to lift him from underneath his arms but that didn't work either.

"Hey Sodi?" I said in my most sweet begging voice.

"hmph?" he replied curtly.

"Im sorry" I said as I leaned down as close to his face as I dared to go and batted my big blue eyes. Now I know what your thinking brown hair and blue eyes? Yes its true. And another thing that's true is that if someone were to compliment me it would be on my eyes. They are attention catchers; big and bold and bright blue.

"Ok I forgive you!" He yelled as he jumped up and pecked me on the cheek. It always made me blush when he did that, I don't know why we were best friends and yeah we were that close, but it still got me all embarrassed, but id never let Soda know that. He grabbed my hand and dragged me along behind as he sped walked backed to his house. The entire way he was telling me what happened last night when he and his buddy Steve took two girls to a football game and he talked about his brother Darry getting angry at Pony for something and what he ate for dinner and what his plans for the day were and how even though he loved his job its fun to have a day off, yes obviously Soda. But I didn't say a thing I just laughed and agreed when it was necessary and followed behind him slow enough that he kept a tight hold on my hand but quick enough that he knew I was listening. I loved those times when Soda just talked and talked and knew I was completely more then content to soak up every word he said, I learned the most about him in times like that. That's how I end up knowing so much about him it even surprises the gang sometimes, I never talk louder then him or interrupt him so he just spills it all out to me until his throat is sore. Granted he's my favorite to talk to as well. If I ever had something to talk about, which was pretty rare. We talked about families and the future and all sorts of stuff like that. The only thing I would never talk to Soda about was boys. For some reason those conversations always fell to Dally because he could always just tell. Dally was the unofficial leader of the gang. He was the toughest, some say he only cared about himself that is except the gang, but the ones he loved were only Johnny and me. He outwardly always stuck up for Johnny and could read me like a book. Johnny was like a little brother to him and Johnny looked up to him like a hero. He looked up to his toughness and the strict sharpness to everything he did. In that way you could say he was the exact opposite of Johnny. Johnny was sixteen but looked more like fourteen, he had dark hair and dark skin with a scar across his face and he looked almost like a puppy who'd been kicked to many times and lost in a crowd. Johnny was sensitive and he cared. He cared about his parents who didn't care about him but most of all he cared about the gang. Being sensitive wasn't the best thing to be when you're a greaser, having to fend off the socs aka the south side rich kids that like to beat up greasers in their spare time, but that's a different story.

The other unofficial father of our gang was Darry Curtis. Sodapop and Ponyboy's older brother. He was big and strong and no one dared mess with him. Darry was smart too did great in school, but when the Curtis parents died he never went to college and went on roofing houses to pay for Ponyboy and Sodapop to get through. Ponyboy was the baby of the gang and Johnny's best bud. He knew when to keep his mouth shut so he got along pretty well with everyone in the gang. He loved Sodapop real well and looked up to him a lot. I think he felt that Darry didn't like him so much cuz he was so tough on him, but it aint true Darry was tough on him because he loved him. Pony liked sunsets and reading and he was a real smart kid, but also reliable in a fight and pretty strong. Now Steve. Steve was Sodapop's close friend because they both had girlfriends so they could double dated and stuff and they both loved cars and worked at the DX gas station downtown. Steve was tough and complicated, he smoked a lot, had tattoos and kept his hair over-greased and in complicated swirls. He kinda reminded me of a rock. Two-bit on the other hand was the opposite. He was always wise crackin and getting his two bits worth in, hence his nickname. So that's the gang.