And He Meant It

by CriminalOutsider'sGirl14

Brothers fight. But when Soda says the wrong thing to Ponyboy, can it be erased? Can they make up before something even worse happens? "There wasn't even a good reason for us to be arguing. But between my never-ending nightmares and my new job, I was exhausted and Soda worked too, so he was exhausted and crabby too." Request. Two-Shot.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Words That Can Kill

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own "The Outsiders" or any of the Curtis' Gang. :( Sad. The real owner of "The Outsiders" is my favorite author, the fabulous S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write here on this site.

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Requests from: MyCookieGirl and Megadude828.
Ponyboy's POV (1968)

There wasn't even a good reason for us to be arguing. But between my never-ending nightmares and my new job, I was exhausted and Soda worked too, so he was exhausted and crabby too. Assignments, hanging out with him and Steve, even who's turn it was to cook, it always seemed to be something we argued about these past few weeks.

"Your acting like a prick, Sodapop!" I screamed, insults spewing out of our mouths in a heat of anger.

"At least I didn't kill Johnny and Dally." His voice was quiet, but it holds more anger than any screaming could have projected. I staggered back, stunned. His face constricted in agony and suppose when he realized what he had said.

"No. No Pony... I-I didn't mean..." He looked like he was going to cry, but at the moment I didn't care.

"I hate you," I seethed flatly. He looked startled as I ran out the screen door, listening to it slam shut.

Stupid, I internally lectured myself. I finally sat down at the fountain and buried my face into my hands, sobbing. I couldn't believe they he actually said that. Did he really mean that he hated me?

I heard the rumble of Darry's red Ford behind me. Wiping the left over tears off of my face, I get up and pull myself inside the truck.

Staring out the window as the world whizzed be, I mumbled, "I'm never taking to him again". And I meant it.

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"Ponyboy, time to get ready for school," Darry calls from outside my bedroom door. I didn't sleep with Soda last night, of much at all. He tried to convince me but I ignored him.

"Please, Pony. I'm so sorry, you know I didn't mean it," he pleaded.

"Leave be alone," I said, shitting the door. I felt awful watching him look so tore up, but it was an act. He said he didn't love me and he meant it.

"I'm coming, Darry," I call, opening my door.

A/N: I hope I did a good job, MyCookieGirl and megadude828! Part II coming up soon! I'm sorry this is so short, I wanted to get this posted! :)

I just got my new violin CD and one of the songs sounds like what music roils play in the beginning of Pony's nightmare. The song is called "Chorus From Judas Maccabaeus". You guys should check it out, it's beautiful.

Aufenthalt Gold,

~Alee xXx