A/N: I figured you guys deserved two chapter becuase of the wait, so here it is. It's a little different and quite as comical as my past ideas. I was just toying with their love lives and some great advice. Hope you like it!

Love Advice

"Pony?"

"Huh?"

"I need your help."

"With what, Soda?"

"Sandy."

"I think you're a little confused. I've never even had a girlfriend before. You're the ladies man. What can I say to possibly help you?"

"You're good with words. You read. I need you to come up with something romantic to say to her."

"Where did this idea come from?"

"Last week this guy named Louis left a love poem he wrote in her locker for her. We got into an argument about it and she said that she just thought it was sweet and that I had never thought anything up like that. It was romantic and a girl appreciates a little romance. So I need something to really sweep her off her feet for prom night. What you got?"

"Okay, let me think... 'I love thee with the breath, smiles, and tears of all my life...'"

"Huh?"

"It's Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 'How Do I love thee, let me count the ways' one? What do you want to say to Sandy, anyway?"

"Anything to keep her interested in me and not Louis. I want to tell her I love her in really pretty words girls like to hear."

"Okay what about...'I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. So I love you because I know no other way than this: Why I do not exist, nor you. So close that your hand on my chest is my hand. So close that your eyes close, as I fall asleep.'"

"Wow, Pony, that's beautiful, but I'll never be able to remember it. Got anything that says: I'm not pledging my soul to you, but I love you and think you we should be together-forget Louis?"

"Let's be safe an go with some Shakespeare."

"I dunno if I can do Shakespeare, Pone."

"Anybody can do Shakespeare, Soda. Trust me. How about this-I'll change a bit of Hamlet-: 'Doubt the stars be fire, Doubt the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a lair, but never doubt my love.'"

"Doesn't exactly rhyme. Does it?"

"It does if you have Shakespeare's accent. Besides, it doesn't have to rhyme to sound beautiful."

"I want one that rhymes."

"Dang it Soda! I'm not poetry anthology! This is the last one! "And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?'-Percy Shelley."

"Perfect!"

"I was afraid you'd say that."

"Thanks, Pone."

"You're welcome. Now can we get some sleep?"

Pont rolled over only to hear Soda mumbling it over and over to himself. Pony sometimes did that with a really good, or really confusing, poem. He figured Soda was just trying to memorize it.

"Can I ask you something Pony?"

"Sure."

"How do you remember those poems?"

"I dunno. They usually remind me of people."

"Who?"

"Sodapop Curtis!" Pony snapped. That was way too personal.

"Oh yeah, he's hot," Soda giggled.

A/N: Not exactly what you were expecting? It will be the other way around soon, don't worry. Please tell me what you thought!