The Power of Love

February 14, 1977

February 14, 1977

It was kinda weird for me to actually be at Ponyboy's wedding. It wasn't a bad weird, but more like... surreal... I guess you could say. I mean, it kinda feels like just yesterday that he was that little fourteen year old boy with greased back hair, that wasn't too strong just yet since he hadn't hit puberty yet, who'd just gone through his first real run in with a group of Soc's.

Now, he was a tall, muscular twenty-five year old getting married.

As Ponyboy had gone through puberty, he grew more outspoken. He got tougher, tuffer, and more capable of defending himself and others, if need be. In his appearance, it became more obvious that he was brothers with both Darry and Soda; while Darry resembled their father, and Soda resembled their mother, he was a mixture of both parents, which made it more obvious he was definitely brothers with both other boys.

Even though it was a hit of reality to be at Ponyboy and Cherry's wedding, I couldn't have been happier for the two. Ever since 1969, there was a thing between them. We were all kinda rooting for the two to start going out years ago. Thankfully, neither of them cared that she was two years older, and they didn't care about that "tradition" in which the man in the relationship was usually older. Like I said, we were all rooting for them, so when the rest of us were told that they had gotten engaged, we all went nuts with excitement from the two.

"Hey, Rain," Evie began, "Could you hand me the can a' hairspray right over there, please?"

I nodded and quickly ran to get the can of hairspray. "Yeah, here," I said as I handed it to her as she worked on Cherry's hair as quickly as she possibly could.

"Remember when Marcia and I did your hair, Rain?" Cherry asked, looking at me using the mirror.

I smiled a bit at the memory. "Yeah, I do. When I played Rose, your cousin from Georgia."

"You should've become an actress, Rain," Marcia said from the other side of the room, "You were real convincing that day."

"Are y'all talking about when she had to go do undercover work?" Candy asked.

Cherry nodded a bit, as much as she was allowed to. "That's right. She did real good, too. She didn't seem scared at all, even though she kept saying she was."

I rose my eyebrows in shock. "Are you kiddin' me?" I asked, "I was terrified."

"That's the reason I wanted to meet you," Evie said, still working on Cherry's hair, We wanted to meet the girl brave enough to go undercover for a whole day like you did... and I wanted to meet the girl brave enough to be dating Keith then."

"But look at them now," Marilyn stated, "The two a' you are married with two kids."

"Like you and Darry?" Candy asked, her voice teasing.

Marilyn laughed. "And you and Soda."

Now Candy laughed. "I'm gonna have two red headed sisters-in-law, this is incredible."

"If you don't mind me asking," Evie started with a confused look on her face, "But what do you mean by that?"

"Ok," Candy began, "I'm not trying to sound racist cause I'm not, but: I always thought I'd end up with at least four Hispanic sisters-in-law, not two white girls."

This sent everyone in to a raging fit of laughter. We all knew what Candy was saying when she said it. She came from a large Hispanic family, and she had four younger brothers. As far as any of us knew, she was the only person in her family who'd married someone who wasn't the same ethnicity as the rest of the family. Her family had no problem with her marriage, and they weren't entirely shocked since she'd been so fascinated with America, since she was the first to be born in the United States. She told us that the first time she'd ever seen a couple that was a "mixed" marriage, she was in awe since she'd grown up with family all of the same background.