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Ponyboy's POV

It's been 2 months since Dallas's and Johnny's death. I haven't really been taking it well. Darry and Sodapop are getting more and more worried about me. I've gotten depressed. I just can't get over the fact that there dead.

I've written my theme and turned it in to Mr. Syme. He gave me an A. Darry was real proud of me for it. But when I was done writing it, I thought I would feel better. Well, I didn't. I still feel lousy.

Oh, and the nightmares. They got a whole lot worse. I have one every night. I would wake up screaming my head off all the time. Soda is real worried and so is Darry. I feel miserable knowing it's me making them worry. It's finally summer, so schools over. I passed with mostly C's. Darry wasn't too pleased, but he got over it. Hey, at least I passed right?

Back to the present. It's been a week into summer and I'm as bored as hell. I'm lying down on the couch in the living room, with my nose in a book that I've read twice already. Just then Sodapop walked in from outside.

"Hey Pony! Why aren't you outside doin' somethin'?" He asked.

"There's nothin' to do." I simply said.

Soda was about to say something when Steve walked through the front door.

"Hey soda. Ready to go?" Steve asked.

"Hey Pony, want to come with us to The Nightly Double? I think a Paul Newman movie is playing." Soda wouldn't take no for an answer, so I agreed and ignored the dirty looks Steve gave me.

I put the book down and headed out, along with Steve