Okay. I normally don't do this... but I just had to... so REVIEW!

-Jasmine

Watch Zoe leave was like getting my heart yanked out from my chest. After all that was happening... she was just leaving. I knew that it had to happen but I didn't think that it would happen so soon. Our last day together was horrible. None of us had much to say. All we could think about was what was going to happen. I had no idea what to do. It's not like I could do much. What could I do? Hope on a plane and fly back to England with her? Yea, like that was going to happen.

I couldn't stand to be around my brothers. They did this. Why did they go and call the services! WHY? This was one of the worst things that had ever happened to me.

The next morning we all took Zoe to the train station where she would leave us for good. Even Two-Bit and Steve showed up.

"Good-bye everyone. It was great being here. I had a lot of fun." She told us. She talked in a happy voice but I could see how sad she was. It was a wonder she wasn't crying. Maybe she was just stronger than I thought.

"You have to write me, Pony." She told me. I tried my best to smile at her.

"Everyday." She nodded.

"That would make me happy." I sighed. It wouldn't be the same but if it would make Zoe happy... well I would write every day if it would keep her happy.

"Ponyboy?" She asked me.

"Yea?"

"Be nice to your brothers." She advised. I looked over at my brothers and the rest of the gang. They were all looking away, trying (and failing) to look like they weren't listening in.
"I'll do my best." I promised. I would. Or, try. It would be hard knowing that they were the ones who made the call but if Zoe wanted me to talk I would.

"I'll miss you." She whispered, taking a step toward me.
"I'll miss you, too." She smile a sad smile and the next moment we were kissing.
I loved kissing Zoe. She was my first kiss and my second and third and forth... Every time I kissed her it seemed better than the one before. I would going to miss her so much. Not amount of writing and letters would ever fix that. After a long while I heard Darry clear his throat and we pulled apart.

"Good-bye." She told me again and kissed me one last time before leaving. I turned and walked back with my brothers. For the first time ever Steve didn't tease me for being with a girl. He ever put an arm around my shoulders.

"It'll get better." He told me. I wish I was able to believe him. It seemed like my life was over, what was the point in going on, really?

…

I could tell that my brothers were worried but I didn't care. It was 6 ½ days since Zoe left and it felt like Hell. The worst part was seeing James in school every day. He would just give me this smile that made me want to push him off a cliff. One day he went too far.

"Hey Pony!" He called out.

"What James." I asked, I was in no mood for him.

"When I get back to England, is there anything you want me to tell Zoe?" The look on his face was so smug it made me want to vomit. I growled.

"You leave her alone!" I yelled and jumped on him. I went crazy, all I could see was a red haze of anger. After a while I felt Steve pull me off of him with the help of Two-Bit and some other kid.

"Calm down, Ponyboy." Steve told me and I wanted to slap him. I would have if Two-Bit hadn't been holding my hands. When I saw how bloody James was I felt a bit better. Though the look on his face. He seemed confused, like he couldn't figure out why I did what I did.

After that day Steve was a lot closer to me. I spent a lot more of my time hanging out with him. He showed me how to fix cars and I was getting pretty good at it, too. It was really helping me forget Zoe. Though every night when I laid down in my bed I could help but remember the good times me and Zoe had. It seemed like a long lost childhood memory. Sometimes I even found myself asking if it even ever happened. Did I ever meet Zoe Ann Petro? Then, I would feel my lips and remember our kisses.

Yes. I had and it was the bes thing that ever happened to me. But now?

It was gone.

She was gone.

…

It was Saturday afternoon and I had nothing to do. I had already cleaning the house and finished my homework. I would have gone over to go visit Steve and Soda at the DX but I was there all day after school yesterday and I didn't want them to just get sick of me. So I was running out of things to do. I looked down at the carpet and smiled, remembering how shocked everyone was when Zoe cleaned it. I flipped through the channels and finally stopped on some stupid Spanish soap-opera. I was just about to fall asleep when there was a knocking on the door. I didn't know who one Earth it could be but opened the door anyways. When I saw who it was a growled.

"What are you doing here, James?" I asked. He looked down in shame.

"Look..." He told me, and looked around, "Can I come in...?" He looked scared, like someone was going to spring up and jump him. Which they might, he was looking mighty Soc-y. I stepped aside and let him in.
"What is it? I asked. He smiled at me and held up three small rectangular pieces of paper.

"You love Zoe. Much more than I could ever and you make her happy... go see her." He told me and handed me the paper. They were plane tickets. Three plane tickets, to England. For me, Darry and Sodapop. So we could see Zoe.

Zoe.

"Thanks." I barely managed to say before me gave me a small smile and left. Just... left. I looked again at the tickets. This... could NOT be happening.