Hey everyone! Thanks for all the great reviews, well at least most of them were. I'm very sorry if this story seems "rushed" or without "depth" but it's only the 7th chapter. I alos hope that nobody thinks that my gramatical errors are not noticed. Sometimes I mess up, but mostly it's just because that is the way most people talked in that time and in that place. Thank you very much. Oh, if your just gonna hate, please DO NOT comment!

That Sunday I had a very interesting conversation with Sodapop.

He offered to come over when my mom had to work that day because, my mom didn't think I was fit to stay by myself. And yet Soda had "lost" his brother and fiancée all in the same week.

"Hey." Soda said cheerfully.

"Hi…" I said weakly.

"Rebecca come on we should make this a fun day!"

"Fun? What the hell is that?" I said and stomped off to my bedroom.

I heard a loud bang and remembered Soda was going through this too. I was being selfish.

"Sodapop?" I said coming out of my room.

"Ya?" He asked tryin' to put on a cool façade even though I could see the dent he put in my living room wall.

"I'm sorry. I know Pony's more important to you than Johnny is to me. I just ain't handling this real well…"

"Rebecca. It's ok. I know that you're just as sad as I am. Johnny meant a lot to you. I could see it from the way you guys looked at each other."

I hugged Soda as hard as I could.

"Rebecca? Can I tell you something that no one else knows?"

"Sure, as long as I won't have to jump you afterwards."

"Hmm, well see the reason Sandy's parents sent her away wasn't just because I was gonna marry her. See, she was pregnant. But, it…it wasn't mine. She said her leaving was for the best. I still wanted to marry her and help her with the kid. Now, I lost her and Pony both, and I just don't know what to do…"

"Oh Soda. I have no clue. You're usually the one givin' out advice like that. Now I feel even worse for blowing up like that. But, I think that I know something that will help for now!"

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my Coca-Cola cake, a glass of milk, a fork, and a plate for him.

"Here Soda I hope this helps."

He came in and smiled, "So what kinda cake is that?"

"Coca-Cola!" I said and watched while he ate it hoping for a good reaction.

"WOW. Rebecca this is great! Who made it?"

"Me. It's my grandmother's recipe but I added a special ingredient."

"What?" He asked in between bites.

"…Can't tell you it's a secret."

"Come on what if I'm sittin' at home and I want some?"

"Well, it's a perfect excuse to get you to come over here!" I said flirting with him. It's amazing that I was, it was the best I felt since Johnny ran.

"Please?"

"No!"

"That's so not fair." He said wrestling me to the ground.

"Come...on...Soda! I'm...no…not telling...you!" I said between giggles.

Somehow I reversed the move and ended up on top. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"You don't do nuttin' but surprise me." He said getting up and eating more cake.

"By the look of the way you're chowin' down that cake I think I'm gonna have to make more."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll stop."

"No, by all means go ahead. My mom and me eat like birds. That whole cakes could last us a month but we'd end up throwing it out before that."

"Rebecca, can you always make people feel better like that?" Soda asked.

"Johnny asked me the same thing on the night we first met." I said sadly remembering his voice and his tears, quickly realizing that tears were spilling outta my own eyes.

Soda got up and hugged me tightly.

"You know what Soda," I said wiping the tears from my eyes. "I have someone I think you should meet."