Ponyboy's Theme


Hope you enjoy it. It's short, I know. I'm going to try to make the other chapters longer, but I don't think I'm going to make my chapters too long. I'll try. Sorry about typos, I suck at spelling in general. I'm new at this so it's probably going to take me a while to fix all the little mistakes.


Summary: The gang finds and reads Ponyboy's theme two months after the deaths of Johnny and Dally without Pony's knowledge and later they talk to him about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from The Outsiders.

Soda's POV

I was bored so I decided to poke around Pony's and my room. Normally I would be at work at this time, but today was my day off. Steve and Darry were still at work, and Two-bit, well, you could never tell where he was.

Wow, our house was a mess. There were clothes lying everywhere, along with a couple of empty bottles of beer that someone (probably Two-bit) had left there a long time ago, and papers and books were all over the place.

I looked around, I basically knew what was in our room except for on Pony's desk and I thought I could start there.

Besides, Darry did tell me I had to clean up.

I walked over to the desk, it was piled with up with papers and books, how Ponyboy could sit here for hours doing his homework was beyond me.

I started leafing through the papers and 'accidentally' pushed half of them off the desk

"Oops," I'll just pick them up later.

I notice this large stack of papers with a spiral binding and a title page.

I picked it up.

"The Outsiders" I read aloud from the very top of the paper. It had a big A+ printed on it.

I hadn't remembered seeing it before, and I was surprised. I hadn't known anyone, even Pony to write that much for a composition, and I thought who would've shown it to us. Pony was trying hard at school to please Darry, especially after the whole incident with Dally and Johnny.

I remembered back to just after the rumble with the socs, Darry had been yelling at Pony about some composition he had to write to keep from failing.

Apparently he did write it because he didn't fail, and I wondered in the back of my mind whether this was it.

I turned the page and began reading, in any case I didn't have anything better to do and I was curious about what it was about. After all it was huge; it looked more like a book than a composition for English class. "When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home . . ."