Okay, basically this is a lot of one-shots to a bunch of sayings. There are some I want to do first, but if you like this and have a saying you want me to do, add it into your review. I will write them all down and who they're from IN THE EXACT ORDER THAT THEY'RE SENT TO ME! Beware, this story will require some patience.

Life is too short

Soda's P.O.V.

Why? Why me? These were the only thoughts going through my mind. Sure, they sounded childish and self-pitying, but did I have any reason not to be childish and self-pitying?

I hadn't cried this hard since I don't even know when. It sure made me feel like a child and I didn't care, despite having turned sixteen not too long ago. There wasn't a single person in the gang who wasn't crying, or didn't want to cry, just as hard.

Ponyboy had broken down before we'd even made it to the funeral home. I'd found it impossible to hold in my tears the moment I saw my parents' bodies.

At first I got that hard-to-describe feeling. Almost like the 'where-am-I' feeling you get when you wake up and you aren't in your bed, in your own house. Their bodies didn't belong there. They weren't supposed to be so motionless... how could this be happening?

I hadn't even realized I was crying until Steve had come over and squeezed my shoulder. Then I really lost it.

Johnny let a few tears slide down his cheeks. Two-bit looked ready to bawl any minute, but somehow found a way to hold it back. Steve and Dallas had become unreadable, brick walls. But Darry was the hardest to look at. I'd never seen him look so helpless. I could even watch my little brother sob in uncontrollable agony if I meant I didn't have to see that.

I can't tell you a single thing the priest said, and I couldn't watch as they set the caskets into the ground.

This wasn't supposed to happen... I thought. They weren't supposed to die... not yet at least.

I didn't think we could get along without them. But as soon as I turned away from the awful scene in the cemetery, Darry pulled me into his chest and just held me there for a little while.

Pony, also unable to watch, had gone off somewhere with Johnny. That was the best thing. I assured myself. I knew he really needed me, but I couldn't even deal with myself right now.

"It'll be okay, little buddy." Darry's usually strong, firm voice shook. "It may take time, but I promise, everything's gonna be okay."

I wasn't sure exactly what it was. I was certain it couldn't be me, because I didn't think I'd ever be okay.

But when Darry held me and told me everything was going to be okay, I felt something. I wasn't too sure, but I thought it might've been something like hope.

Life is too short

Review please! Okay, the first one was pretty dreary, and some of them might be, but what did you think?

Who's point of view it's in will be pretty random. I'll decided whenever the one-shot pops into my head.

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