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"Shh…it's okay, Sam. It's not your fault. It's all those stupid Socs. Those rich good-for-nothings!" Soda comforted.

"Thanks Soda."

BAM! "Oh, no" Sam thought.

Soda and Steve went outside to see what happened. I went too. Darry, Dally, Tim, and the Socs were all fighting, throwing punches and kicking. Dally had brought out his blade and the Soc with the gun, had shot it at the sky to scare Dally away, and boy, did it work! I guess those Socs knew what Dally could do to them with a switch. Dally saw my tears.

"Sami? You okay?" he asked.

"Uh, yea, I'm fine, I guess. I didn't mean for the Socs to hurt you guys. I'm sorry, this is all my fault."

"Don't talk like that, Sami. You know it wasn't your fault. I know it wasn't your fault. The rest of the gang knows it wasn't your fault. Now come here!" I know Dally is supposed to be all mean, but to me, he's not that Dally, and at times like this, he doesn't care who's around. We hugged.

"Come on, everyone, back in the house." Darry said. And, of course, we all went back into the house.

"Hey, Sam," Soda whispered to me.

"Yeah?"

"Do you, um, want to, err, go to the, uh, Nightly Double with me tomorrow?"

"Of course I will, Sodapop! But, we can't tell Dally, he'd have a fit."

"Ok! Now go to sleep, it's late!"

"Oh fine, night guys! Night Soda!"

"Good night Sam!"

THE NEXT DAY

Sam's POV

I woke up very early on the Curtis's couch. So I quietly walked out onto their porch to watch the sunrise. I think it is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I love the gold. It's what makes it pretty, ya know?

I thought outloud a poem Pony had taught me (he said he learned it in school.)

"Natures first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaves a flower,

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf,

As Eden sank to grief.

Dawn goes down to day,

Nothing gold can stay."

"That sure was a pretty poem, where did you hear it?"

It was Soda.

"Hey Soda. Pony taught it to me, and I just love it. I know what it means, too, ya know. Like the first time you see everything, it's all new, but then after that, it all becomes boring, and uninteresting. I've thought about it a lot."

"Wow, that's deep, and beautiful, just like you."

A/N: I know I keep forgetting a disclaimer so here it is I don't own the Outsiders or that poem by Robert Frost. I own Sam! Please send me suggestions!