Author's note: Okay well Hi guys (and girls) Well I'm back writing and I've revised this chapter a little bit so… enjoy(:

~PeetaLuver98

Chapter 1 (Ponyboy's POV)

I stood on my porch looking out over my small greaser town. Ever since Johnny reminded me that even the toughest greaser can be seen as gallant I don't feel embarrassed to be a Grease. God, do I miss those days. So here we are a month from Dally's…um…passing. I'll never forget getting dragged away from our rubble scene to go see Johnny in the hospital. Johnny tells me to stay gold and then passes out into a coma. Of course Dallas and I had no idea. I thought he died. Dallas must have thought he died also because, he ran off and killed himself because he was so depressed about Johnny's "death". Johnnycake came out of his coma only about three days ago. And yeah; he's different.

It scared me when I went to go see him and I suddenly remembered that he won't be able to walk. I turned the corner and entered his room. I was shocked at how weak and different he looked. The second Johnny saw me come in the room he gave me a smile. I was glad to see my best friend happy. "Pony," Johnny exclaimed, "did you talk to the doctor?"

I looked at him wondering why he wanted me to talk to the doctor. Was he okay? He looked fine. Why would he be so happy if the news was bad? After a few seconds of reasoning I decided to walk over to the Doctor. "Uh, Hey Doc," I wanted to ask the one question that has been in my mind all this week, "Will Johnny…be able to walk?"

Asking that's harmless question burned. I didn't want to hear that he wouldn't. It would just make things so much worst for the poor kid. I thought about all the times he has ran around with the gang. To picture him stuck at home with abusive, alcoholic parents while he's in a wheelchair burned like acid. Everything I thought wasn't very positive.

Then the Doctor turned around. His ashy blond hair looked as if it had been attacked by a bear. His eyes had dark circles underneath showing that this man had not slept a wink. "That boy…" his voice cracked, "that boy…should be dead."

I looked at the Doctor is disbelief. I knew it was true. That day I saw Johnny go into a coma was a miracle. He should be dead. "But can he walk?" that's all I wanted to know. The other things scared me. "It's like he never broke his back…"the doctor sounded sort of scared, "I looked at the x-rays all night…"

I stared at the man in complete disbelief. I shook my head, "No jokes, Mr. Okay? The guy in there is my best friend and I want a straight answer. Will he be able to walk?" the doctor took a deep breath and ran his hands through is disheveled hair. "Son," the Doc started in again, "do you believe in miracles?"

I was taken back. It's not too often that somebody brings up religion to me. I mean Johnny and I used to go to church until we brought the boys and they made a huge scene. Johnny and I were too embarrassed to go back. "Actually…" I sighed. I was having a hard time answering that, "I do." He chuckled with absolutely no emotion. He resembled a ghost in the hollow shell of a man. "Count your blessings. That boy is here do to a higher power." The doctor smiled weakly; still looking over the levels and such completely puzzled. "Thanks doc." With that I walked back into Johnny Cade's room.

I didn't know how to take all this. I was more scared then anything, and thankful to whoever "up there" let him live. "Hey Johnnycake," I smiled trying to mask the fear I really was feeling, "You can walk I hear?"Johnny smiled, "I need physical-whatcha-ma-call-it but, I'll be back with the gang in a month or two." He looked so proud to say that. Unlike he used to.

A nurse in her mid 40's walked into the room. "Ponyboy Curtis?" she asked. "Yes?" I answered while looking at her appearance; her hair in a tight bun on the top of her head. She tapped her foot irritated. "Your time is up. Somebody else can visit now." Her voice was so flat and cold. She instantly annoyed me.

I walked out and told Two-bit that it was his turn to go in. I then just sat next to soda and I put my head on his shoulder. Soda kept quiet and didn't prod me for any information. After about twenty minutes Soda spoke, "Are you ready to go, little buddy?"

"What time is it?" I questioned. Soda looked at the clock on the wall, "Well its 7:30 you took up most of the visiting time for Two-bit…" I mentally smacked myself in the face. "Oh." That's all I could really say. I sat up and did a big yawn. "Let's go home before we all pass out cold here in the hospital." Soda said with that famous smile of his.

On the car ride home nobody said a word. Were they too tired, or did they know about Johnny being a miracle? I don't know. All I know is that Johnny will be back in a month and everything will be back to normal… Well, besides the fact that he will have to find out about Dally's death.

That will be the worst of the homecoming. Johnny's biggest role model kills himself. Johnny is going to blame it all on himself. I know he will. By the time the car was in the driveway I was completely lost in thought. Darry carried me into the house and laid me on the bed. Within minutes I was fast asleep.

Author's Note: okay, so review if you guys thought that was better… I hope you enjoyed it more (:

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~PeetaLuver98