Hey guys I'm back with another story! I got the idea while watching Forrest Gump. Not sure how long it'll be yet so we'll just how to see. Hope you all enjoy though :)

3 Months After Johnny and Dallas's Deaths

"Ponyboy, get up!" I was woken up by my now morning ritual of being yelled at by Darry. I streched my arm out to see if Soda was still there. He wasn't. I'd been using him to judge how long I've been sleeping in without having to open up my eyes. If he wasn't there, it was somewhere past 10:00. "It's noon!" Darry added. Wow, never slept in that late.

"So what? It's summer." I groaned rubbing my eyes. I put my hands through my hair and realized I didn't fully get out all the grease from the day before. I definetely needed to shower today now.

"Doesn't matter. We talked about it. You can't be lazing about all day eating chocolate cake and watch Mickey cartoons with Two-Bit." Darry. Darry and I promised not to fight no more, that only lasted about a month. He's been having trouble making ends meet lately and been taken his stress out on me. Luckily now he leaves Sodapop out of it. But every morning he hollers at me for sleeping in or coming home to late the night before, forgetting to wash my dishes, hell even for drinking too much Pepsi now. It use to upset me at first, now I just try to ignore it.

I got out of bed and went to my dresser, looking for some clean clothes to wear. "What am I suppose to do? You don't like me going to the movies too much, if I hang out with Curly you just yell at me even more, and Johnny's-" I stopped right in the middle of my sentence. It's still kinda painful for any of us when we mention Johnny or Dally "-Well you know." I grabbed my clothes and started heading for the bathroom.

"Why don't you get a job?" Darry said.

"You told me to focus on my studies remember? I'm suppose to be the promsing little brother who'll get a scholarship to some fancy school." I said with my words drenched in sarcasm.

"Well it's summer now,"

"It's July! Nobody's hiring! Now excuse me I need to take a shower." I said and accidently slammed the shower door in his face. I didn't mean to, it just happened. As soon as I did though he started banging on it.

"Ponyboy! Get out here right now!"

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I yelled as I started to turn the water on.

"I'm leaving in 5 minutes, now you get out here so we can talk!"

"I already have my clothes off!" I lied. I only had my shirt off, still had my boxers on.

"Fine, I'll talk! You better start respecting me, I know I'm just your brother but I'm your legal gaudrian now! If you start misbehaving they can take you away! You wanna live in a boys home? Huh?" He always threatens me with the boys home.

"No." I muttered loud enough so he could hear me through the door and running water.

"Good. You're 14. Act like it!" I heard his keys rattling "I'm off, stay out of trouble." I sihed and began running the shampoo in my hair. I waited 2 minutes so I knew for sure he was gone befgore muttering "Fuck you." under my breath.

When I got out of the shower I got dressed, redid my hair and went to the kitchen. I raided the fridge for chocolate cake but there wasn't any. I made myself some eggs instead, hoping the cooking and eating would get out my frustration. It didn't. I even tried harder by washing my dishes but that didn't either. I wish Two-Bit was around, but he was hanging out with Kathy today. I could go over to DX and see Soda and Steve, but I already did that four days in a row.

I was bored, angry, and hurting. I was trying so hard to be ok and not think about what happened, but that night of the rumble crosses my mind every day. I stopped having nightmares, but it's still eating at me.

I sat on our porch with my head in my hands. I was trying hard to take my focus off Johnny and Dallas and me and Darry fighting. I thought of the first thing I saw. My shoes. I always have my running shoes on. I like how they look, sides we can't afford many other pairs. Since school ended along with it did track, I hadn't run in awhile.

Maybe that's what I needed. A good long run. I had on a good pair of jeans, a breatheable shirt, and my wallet in my back pocket in case I wanted to stop somewhere for food. I'd be fine. I'd just run until I didn't want to anymore.

So I got up, and headed off.

Short first chapter for now. There'll be more to come though :) Stay Gold!