Hello! The sequal to To Keep A Ponyboy! Right here. I hope everyone loves my crativity to this and please make note that this story will be a little different...

(the audiance ooooo's and aaaaaah's)

I hope everyone enjoys reading this.

SUMMARY: A FEW YEARS AFTER THE DEATH OF DALLY AND JOHNNY, DARRY CAN SEE THAT WITH ALL THE SOCS ROAMING THE STREETS IT'S NOT SAFE FOR PONYBOY. BUT WHEN PONYBOY DOES SOMTHING DRAMATIC, DARRY GETS REALLY FIRED UP.

I know In the first To Keep A Ponyboy, in the end, evveryone was grown up and getting hitched, but this story takes place after Ponyboy's injury from the socs and Dallas's sucideal path.

Hope everyone enjoys.

Ponyboy's POV

"Dallas?" I asked.

"He's dead." Dally said.

"who's dead?" Darry asked.

Dallas chocked on his words..."Johnny..."

Johnny's dead...He can't be! Johnny's my best fried, he can't be dead, Johnny's the gang's pet, he's the puppy! he can't be dead! He's only 16! I closed my eyes.

"Nothing Gold can stay..."I said. I figured out what the poem means...Robert Frost was trying to tell everyone in his poem that...Why nothing gold can stay is because: We should cheriseh what we have...before it goes away...

I didn't see Dally shoot out the door. But I did hear a: BANG!

"Long live Dallas Winston..." I said. Goodbye Johnny, Goodbye Dally. How did this happen? Johnny and Dally...are dead now. They are dead...They're not coming back. They're leaving me alone on this crappy earth. I'm alone...

"Ponyboy...I'm going to take Dally to the hospital!" Darry said. "Stay here!"

Soda's POV

"Dally..." I turned over it was two in the morning, I looked over to see Ponyboy moaning in his sleep, either it was a wet dream (ha, ha) or a nightmare. He was sweating and screaming. Nightmere.

"Pony..." I shook him lightly and he woke up with a start. Breathing hard and looking around for a moment. I sighed trying to keep my eyes open so I wouldn't fall asleep on my brother who needs my help right now.

"It's okay...Go back to sleep..." I said. He nodded lightly and fell back on the bed. Being carful of his arm. I put my arm around his shoulder and held him in close to myself. Poor Ponyboy...Now, back to that dream about the invention of the bikini.

I woke up to...food the number one thing that will always wake me up. I hopped out of bed to the kitchen. It's been a few weeks since Dallas and Johnny's death. And Ponyboy's been really paranoid. I helped myself to three waffles when Darry asked me where Pony was at.

"Let him sleep, Dar, he had a really bad nightmare last night." I said. taking a bite into my food. Darry used to be really protective of Ponyboy, but I can still see that spark in his eye, the spark of wanting to protect, when he see's Ponyboy do somthing he doesn't approve of.

"Is he alright?" He asked.

I shrugged. Darry sighed. "It's saturday, you got the day off, right?" He asked.

I nodded, my eyes not leaving my food.

"I'm gonna' take on more hours, if I do so my boss can give me a promotion...I'll have to work today." He said. I smiled.

"Don't kill yourself." I said. Darry rolled his eyes and left.

I sighed and turned on the kitchen TV. It's small but I didn't wanna' turn on the one in the living room becuase that one uses up more energy. It's best to watch the small one for now, it's also a little bit quieter, I'll keep the noise down for Ponyboy so he can sleep.

I hope Ponyboy doesn't have anymore nightmares...It's almost noon, he can't have a wacked up sleep pattern. But then again, he's fourteen...I sighed. Things are borning around here without Johnny or Dallas. I missed them somthing auful.

So, what did u think? Please tell me.

I'd like four or five reviews before continueing (NO FLAMES!)...Please.

-Kylelover101