Dear My Secret Admirer,
I totally remember helping you. Just not a name or a face. Blonde hair? I think it was blonde anyways.
Do you talk to Ponyboy a lot? Probably not since he doesn't have a lot of friends just Johnny.
So let's see, I'm seventeen now which makes you fifteen...no sixteen! Because you're driving.
And also because Pony skipped a grade which would make you one year older than him.
I don't know what else to write, so I guess I'm going to close with that.
- Sodapop C.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly
Fanfiction-Letters to Sodapop Curtis- Sodapop is very cut off guard when he gets home from work one day to find himself a letter. It was a very strange moment because the only letters he gets from people is his paycheck that's it. But no this letter was remem...
