Before I knew it I was on a plane on my way to Canada. I wonder what it's like there, I thought. When I got off the plane there was three people waiting for us. A man, a woman, and a little girl.
"This is your aunt, uncle, and your little cousin Maria."
"What? Mom, you never told me about having to stay with OTHER PEOPLE!" I whispered.
"Look, this is just until I get a job and we're okay!" She replied hurriedly, and then went on the greet our new roommates.
"Hi. I'm Jay..."
"Well I'm Brian. This is my wife Sandy, and this is our daughter Maria. She's eleven."
"Hi Maria. I'm Jay, I'm sixteen."
"Well then, we should get going! There'sa lot to do!"
Then we got into their Mustang and drove off.
The next two weeks were the most boring in my life. The only things to do in that town were to clean or play with Maria. I was beginning to miss Sodapop more and more. I went for a walk to the local DX Gas Station about two weeks after I had arrived. I didn't really want to because it reminded me of Soda but I was very bored. So I decided to go, it was only about a five minte walk from Sandy and Brians house.
While I was sitting outside the DX drinking my Pepsi, which reminded me terribly of Sodapop's little brother Ponyboy, a boy in a Sting Ray drove up and parked right in front of me. I thought he seemed quite rude, but when I looked in the window I saw the most handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life. I looked away. You're in love with Sodapop. I thought. Sodapop is your man! So when he said hello to me I ignored him.
After awhile it was hard to ignore him, he was sitting right next to me. So I said Hello. We talked for a long time and I told him all about Sodapop. He felt real bad for me, so he offered to give me a ride to Tulsa for two days, since he was going there to visit some friends anyways. I took that offer the instant he made it. We drove to Brian and Sandy's house, I packed a bag, wrote a note for my mom and we left. It took a long time to drive to Tulsa, and we talked most of the way, then I fell asleep in the back seat. When I woke up in the morning, we were in a Dairy Queen parking lot and the boy, who was named Tony had a barbeque sandwich waiting for me. I ate the sandwich and thanked him. We arranged to meet back at this Dairy Queen in two days when we would drive back to Canada, and then I went out looking for my Sodapop.