A/N:

This is my first Fanfic so go easy on me please.

~Sodapop's P.O.V~

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Ah, Mom never failed with breakfast. She only made breakfast buffets on Sunday. I looked over, Yup, Ponyboy had smelled the smell of heaven. He was already out of bed. I got up and headed into the dinning room/ living room. Mom was finishing cooking breakfast, Dad was talking to Pony about romance novels- which Pony's ears ALWAYS got red when the topic was brought up- I took a seat next to Pony.

"Good morning everyone." I said.

"G'morning, Soda." Pony replied.

Mom and Dad said their good mornings too. I wondered where Darry was aloud. I hadn't noticed I had said it until Mom said: "Darrel's in the shower." She didn't like to call Darry by his nickname, always "Darrel".

Dad had said something to Pony, that I couldn't really hear but Dad earned a playful smack from Mom.

It wasn't hard to believe that that was one of the greatest memories of Mom and Dad. So, how come it was hard to believe that I was kneeling right in front of those wooden boxes and crying my eyes out? My dead parents trapped inside those…..coffins. Pony cried silently next to me…..And….Darry….stood there, behind us….not shedding a single tear. Why isn't he crying? I wondered.

I felt his big hand touch my shoulder.

"C'mon lil buddy, the service is about to start."

I sniffled and nodded. I sat in the pews in the very front.

The entire funeral was miserable. Relatives came up to the front to say a few words. I trying the whole time not to cry.

~Ponyboy's P.O.V~

I couldn't believe it. Mom and Dad? Dead? God, they were too young, in their 40's. It felt like only yesterday that we were a whole family. Dad playing football with me, Darry, Sodapop and the gang, Mom making lunch and lemonade for us.

Grandma and Granddad went to the front to say their goodbyes. That has to be terrible for them, burying their kids. Darry got up and took Soda out of the room again because he was crying so much. While the pastor was talking, I was looking around the church hall from my seat. I saw a golden brown hair- just like Sodapop's hair- girl sitting next to my aunt and uncle…She looked so familiar. I was in deep thought when Darry shook me.

"Ponyboy. C'mon look forward."

"Sorry."

I looked forward and a man at the podium held a paper and read out the will. Mom probably wrote it long ago 'cause Dad never thought about death. Always positive Dad. The man read slow and steady. His voice echoed throughout the church halls. Mom and Dad had left the house to Darry since he was to be leaving for college this fall. He had gotten a football scholarship.

I was wondering what would happen to Soda and I. Maybe some relatives would take us. After the funeral, we talked to our grandparents and our Aunt was talking to Darry and our Uncle was talking to Sodapop. I saw that little girl again (only she looked older…she was just…not tall) I wanted to talk to her but a social worker took me and my brothers to his office.

~Darry's P.O.V.~

As soon as I stepped into that office, I knew something was going to go wrong. I just wanted to go home and cry in my room. I knew Pony and Soda tired just as I was. I couldn't have cared less about what that social worker was yapping about it wasn't like this week could go more wrong.

"Darrel, you're starting your 1st year in Tulsa University this fall, correct?"

The social worker-Evan- asked. I nodded then turned my attention away from him. Some relatives of ours would take my kid brothers. I could visit them when I could.

"I'm going to have to place your brothers in a boy's home."

I whipped my head to Evan's direction. "What?" I demanded.

"If you're going to college, and no other relative physically or financially can't then-"

"-I'll take them!"

"D-Darry? What about college?" Soda asked.

"I'll take it up later."

I didn't want to loose my kid brothers. We're too close to be separated. Forget college. All I want is to keep my kid brothers. Nothing else mattered to me.