~Steve~

"Uh...Pony, are we going to walk back to the DX or something?" I whispered to Ponyboy as he counted the money Mr. Collins had gave him for his bi-I mean-daughter's car. He put the cash in his jacket and shrugged. We have no ride home, and you shrug. Does this boy have any feeling? You wake up in somebody else's body other than your own, and you're eating a slice of bread because you're hungry. You're twenty miles away from home, and you shrug. Problems. This kid has problems.

I was very grateful when Mr. Collins gave us a ride. Unfortunately, that ride came with a whole therapy session for the man. Well, not actually. He was the one talking, and we were the ones nodding our heads, but we weren't exactly helping him. All I wanted to say is: 'Your daughter's a complete selfish bitch who doesn't get how grateful she should be.'

"Thanks!" Pony yelled as Mr. Collins' car drove away after he dropped us off at the DX.

"I hate Socs...even if Mr. Collins was okay...his daughter was a complete unappreciative bitch," I said angrily and stalked off inside. I heard Ponyboy yell behind me, "I'll be in the garage!"

Sodapop was checking out...well, how do I say this without somebody getting the wrong idea? Sodpapop was selling a real hot broad a bottle of Coke at the counter. Too bad I already had myself a girlfriend...and with my age, this broad was way out of my league. Sodapop was being as nice as he could. He wasn't ready to move on from Sandy just yet. By the time I reached the counter, the girl was already walking off with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Please don't say antyhing," Soda pleaded and I smirked as I hopped up to sit on the counter.

"Well, she was pretty hot..."

"Steve, you do know that you're saying that with Ponyboy's voice and his face...so it's kinda..."

"Strange for the boy?" I guessed.

"Yeah," Sodapop replied. I shrugged.

"Oh, Soda, Pony and I recently met a complete Soc bitch," I said and explained everything that happened during our Soc visit. I kept thinking of Ponyboy every time I thought of how unappreciative that Debbie girl was. I realized it was because I had called him a spoiled kid. He wasn't like her however. I remembered reading the last few chapters of Ponyboy's theme. In the end, he had become more open-minded, more grateful. He knew he was better off than others. That he had a family who loved andcared for him. Eek, I was becoming all emotional. Forget that, Ponyboy was better than some Soc and I was forgetting why I ever hated him in the first place.

~Ponyboy~

Steve had reasons to hate his dad, yell at him, and maybe even run away from him. Debbie, she has the world compared to him, and she probably hates her dad, yells at him, and maybe wants to run away. Why? Because for once, she can't get what she wants. And I'm the spoiled kid. (Note the sarcasm)

I was the last one to leave the DX, so I locked the whole place up and drove home. This time it was a slightly less sullen drive. At Steve's house (I drove 'home', remember?), I got bored. So, I organized his closet, picked up everything from the floor, studied for the Algebra, and Chemistry test the next day, and found that fortune again.

You will discover the individual you loathe doesn't have an incentive that should make him to be detested.

So, it meant that I'll find that some person that I hate doesn't have anything that should make him be hated. Humph. I thought. I didn't hate anybody. I had disliked Steve, but those feelings were put aside after living his life. It was difficult not being bitter when your life's like his. However, if your life includes a father who loves you and shows it, a younger sister who isn't all that bad, a mother working and taking care of the family, and whole lotta money, why are you complaining?

I don't want to hear excuses. No, nope, keep that mouth shut. I ain't done talking. So what if 'things are rough all over'? If you can't wear that dress because your momma thinks it's too tight, just change it. If you can't go out tonight, go out tomorrow night. WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?

I'm yelling in my head at somebody I'll probably never see again, but I want to know why Debby Collins is so blind that she can't see what she has. Oh, and it'd be so funny if I actually get to know her someday and understand her. And it'd be hilarious if I switch bodies with her next just to understand her point of view. If that's what happened with Steve, I bet this switcharoo thing can work on any two people who hate each others guts and they don't realize that the one specific person they hate shouldn't be hated. Ha. That reminded me of the fortune. I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand.

Then, I ran out of the room, dashed down the stairs, slammed open the door, heard Steve's dad yell something and his mom telling me to come back, and kept running to my house.

He was wrong. Steve was wrong. It took only one week for us to finally get back to normal. To finally be ourselves again, if you know what I mean.

(A/N) That ain' t the ending you guys. I have two or three chapters more planned out.

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