Sodapop's POV

(10 month's later)

Today is one of my favorite days. Ponyboy's birthday. Today he is fifteen.

And I cant be there to enjoy it with him. This makes me sad. I want to be the one to make him a cake. I want to be the one that gets him the best present. Heck, I'd give the world to him if it would mean he'd come back.

I cant believe he would run away like that. Didn't he learn his lessen after running away with Johnny? I cant believe its been about a year since the incident with Johnny and Dallas. I cant believe my baby brother, the one that likes to watch the sun set, would just run off like, only leaving a note behind.

Darry is just as confused as I am. Why did he leave? All he said in the note he left us, was that he was all mixed up and something about bad memories. I kinda understand and I kinda don't.

But I'm positive on one thing; I want my baby brother back.

Darry's POV

I looked at the calendar. It was Pony's birthday.

I hated having Ponyboy gone. The gang was slowly drifting apart, but Soda makes sure we stay together. He was always good at stuff like that. But loosing Ponyboy… well it was real hard on all of us.

Two-Bit started hanging around even more at our house. He said someone needed to be here to help pick up the pieces. I was thankful for that. He never cleaned up the house or anything, (not that I expected him to) but he was good for taking our mind off of Pony.

Steve was hanging with Sodapop a whole lot more, now that the kid was gone. He kept Soda in one piece, and made sure he was always up to something. I think Steve misses Ponyboy as much as everyone else, but I know he'll never admit it.

I started working more hours to get my mind off of my missing brother. I came home late and got up early. Same thing almost everyday.

Except today was no ordinary day. It was my baby brothers birthday. He's fifteen today. I hope wherever he is, that he's happy.

Ponyboy's POV

I woke up to someone poking me in my face.

I opened my eyes and shot up. "What the hell! Who wants me to kick some ass? Cause I was sleepin, and who ever woke me up is asking for one!"

I hate being woken up. I used to get up early back in Tulsa, but New York changes you. Thats for sure.

Chris jumps back in surprise from my sudden outburst. "Whoa! Sorry. But today's supposed to be yer special day, ain't it, Runaway?"

I look at him confused. "special day?"

He nods. "Yeah. Today's yer birthday. Remember?"

I look at him. "Today's my birthday? How do you know when my birthday is anyhow?" I ask him, my suspicion evident.

He laughs. "Remember last week? We were at the bar. You were drunk, and started talking about yer birthday. I got some info outta ya about it, since we never really talked about it before." He gives me a mischievous grin.

I grin back. "So ya take advantage of me when I'm drunk, eh?" he only grins wider and that answers my question. "Well, that explains where my 10 bucks went." I say.

He chuckles. "Yeah, well next time, don't say ya got any cash on ya, and I wouldn't of took it. But I woke ya up for a reason," he gets a wild look in his eyes, "the gang want to make yer fifteenth birthday a good one. So follow me." and with that, he walks toward the door.

I reluctantly follow, my curiosity winning over all other thoughts.

He leads me to the clearing in the middle of the warehouse, where the campfire always is.

The first thing I notice is my gang, every member, standing around something big with a white sheet covering it. Everyone looks up when they see us coming.

Danny runs over to me. That kid is just full of energy.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PONYBOY!" He yells, so loud I'm sure half the city heard it. He clapped me on the back, before he starts dragging me forward.

He drags me farther into the clearing, and everyone starts to surround me.

"Happy birthday, Runaway!"

"Happy birthday, Kid."

"Whoo-hoo! Party!"

Then Jay yells, "C'mon! open yer present, Runaway!"

"Present?" I ask, feeling stupid.

He gestures over to the thing with the sheet covering it. "Oh." I say really feeling stupid now.

I walk over to it and just stare. Then I pull back the sheet.

I gasp in shock at what I see.

It's a goddamned motorcycle.

I'm speechless. My brain went blank. The world stopped. Then everything resumed.

"Whoa…" is all I manage to say.

My gang burst out in a fit of laughing.

I found my voice again. "How did you guys shop this up?" I ask.

"We didn't steal it. We actually bought it. We saved all our money up to get this baby." Dean answers, then continues. "It's a 1964 Honda. One bad boy he is."

They didn't steal? That's a little hard to believe, but I took it anyway. "Wow. This is all mine?" I asked in awe.

He chuckled. "Sure is. We even got ya a license." he held up a card with my picture on it.

I laughed. "You forged me a license?" I couldn't believe this was happening.

Jay grinned. "I did. They just helped." Jay likes to get all the credit.

I didn't know what to say. This was probably the best day of my now fifteen years.

Dean threw me the forged license. "Go. Take it for a ride." he tells me.

Chris runs up and hands me a motorcycle helmet that was completely black to match the cycle itself. I smiled, and climbed on my new cycle.

This must be the greatest day of my life, I thought as I sped down the street, in my new ride.

AN: Yay! Motorcycles rock! I love the image of pony on a cycle! What do you think? Reviews!