Stay golden Ponyboy, that was the last thing that Johnney Cade ever said to me before he died. And now, as I stand next to his and Dally's grave, I wonder how life would be different if they were still with us. They should of had miles to go before they sleep, miles to go before they sleep. Robert Frost said something like that once, it makes sense, I guess. The two people in the poem had to walk many miles before they slept and Dally and Johnney and many miles of their lives to go before they had to sleep. Johnney and Dallas didn't have to die, but at least they didn't die in vain, not really. They were good guys, making the Greasers laugh, the Socs fume, and the fuzz stay hot on their tails, but that's alright, because they'll always be with me...
"Ponyboy?" My thoughts are broken off by Sodapop calling my name.
"Yeah, Soda?" I say, turning to face Soda.
"Whatcha doin'?" He steps closer to me, looking at my face, "why ya crying Ponyboy?"
I hastily wipe the tear stains off my cheeks and look towards the two headstones, side-by-side, "I'm not crying."
Soda gives me a hug and looks toward the freshly dug graves as well, "It's ok Ponyboy, we're ok, you know that right? The worlds not ok, but we are. You'll always remember that, right Ponyboy?"
"Yeah, Soda I will," I tell him, squeezing his shoulders back.
Suddenly Soda breaks into one of his signature smiles, "Dally wouldnt've been happy with his gravestone, Pony. It's too plain, he would have wanted a funny catch phrase on his stone, always trying to have the last word, Dallas. He was a lot more like Two-Bit they he would've liked to admit."
I crack a smile, "Yeah, his gravestone could say: R.I.P. Dallas Winston, "This won't kill me..." "
"Pony, that is the statement of the century," Soda tells me.
I smile for a minute longer, but then it droops when I remember where I am. "Soda, do you think they're happy..." I point to the sky, tears welling up again in the corners of my eyes.
Sodapop gives me a look and gently pulls my elbow, "Come on Ponyboy, lets go home."
I nod my head and let him drag me home, but I know that everything's not going to be ok. I guess you could call it a gut feeling, but I know, I know.

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