There were many things Steve Randall had taken for granted.

His friendship with Soda.

The gang.

All the good things he had in his life.

But now it was in shambles. Darry was a traitor, Soda and Pony were in a boys home, Johnny was sad, Dally and Two-Bit were helpless, and Steve...

Steve didn't know much.

Only that he missed his friends.

He missed his life.

He missed Mr. and Mrs. Curtis.

He missed knowing that the Curtis house was a safe place to go when home wasn't available.

The Curtis house was being taken care of by the entitled government wimps. They had said that Darry had transferred ownership of the house to Soda, and that he was paying for the care of the house until Soda reached eighteen.

Steve didn't know what to make of it. Darry was willing to give Soda and Darry the house, but was unwilling to act like a older brother and take care of them when they needed him?

Darry.

It was almost funny, how no one ever thought that Darry could even consider doing something like this, but here they were.

Well. They got their revenge. Darry would never risk placing one toe into Greaser Territory.

Let it never be said that Greasers weren't loyal.

To their own, that is.

When Soda and Pony came back, they would be welcomed.

But Darry would never be one of them again.