Ponyboy's POV
"It sure is getting late. Maybe I should go to bed," thought Ponyboy.
He glanced over at the clock; it was just past midnight.
"But I need to finish reading 'The Scarlet Letter' for English tomorrow, or my teacher's going to kill me. Oh well, I deserve a short break."
Ponyboy bent over and pulled out a wooden box from underneath the couch. It was full of letters from Soda. Ponyboy picked up the first one and started reading. By the time he got to the last one, he was forcing himself to keep his eyes open. It was 2.30 in the morning, and thunder clashed outside. The rain pounded against the windows. He had totally forgotten about The Scarlet Letter. It was this last letter from Vietnam that had kept him awake till early in the morning every day.
It wasn't exactly from Soda, but the Corporal. It was sent to all family members of soldiers in the war. It said that all remaining soldiers would return home soon. No date, no time. Just soon. Darry was asleep upstairs, and he too, had anxiously been awaiting Soda's arrival. They prayed and prayed that he would one of the soldiers coming home.
Ponyboy got halfway through the letter, then his eyes began to close, slowly, but surely he was fast asleep on the couch before 2.45.
Soda's POV
"Man, am I glad to be back," Soda whispered to himself as he stood outside in the pouring rain.
He stared at the door in front of him, so familiar. He pushed it open slowly. Yup, it was unlocked, as usual. He entered the living room to find Ponyboy sprawled out on the couch, book under his arms, and letters all over the couch. Soda dragged himself towards his brother, and knelt down. He put his arms around Ponyboy, and was about to whisper something to him, when he felt his eyes drag shut. Before he knew it, he was asleep kneeling down beside the couch, arms around the little brother he had missed so dearly.
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