Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own "The Outsiders" or any of the Curtis' Gang. Sigh. The real owner of "The Outsiders" is the best author of all time, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write on this site.

A/N: Thank you for all the support I have gotten from my amazing reviewers for all of my stories. If you love it, like it, or even if you hate it, you know what to do! Review please! Thanks you.

Happy Easter! I'm super excited to celebrate. My family and I go to church in the morning and then my grandparents come over. For us Easter is when God's plan of human love was completed and Satan was defeated.

Thank you BunnyLuvsU for the request.

**Important to read: Ponyboy is 2 years old. His birthday is in the summer and the Curtis parents crashed in the winter. This takes place 2 months after the crash. Sodapop is 16 and Darry is 19.

Characters may seem OOC, but there is a huge difference between a two year old and a fourteen year old in how you treat them. Yes, occasionally, Spdapop will call Ponyboy "baby."

Sodapop's POV

I heard small giggling next to me way too early in the morning and saw Darry standing next to my bed, holding Ponyboy with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

My suspicions were confirmed as Darry unleashed a tickling Ponyboy on me. Pony's small fingers tickled my ribs lightly and I couldn't help but scream like a little girl. For only two years old, he was an awful tickler. He was way better/worse than Darry or anybody I knew at tickling. It. Was. Torture. But I absolutely loved the kid to death.

I finally gave up and wrapped him in a hug. He squealed in delight. I'm not sure if Darry or I, or even the gang would have gotten over our parents death without him. I loved him more than anybody. Even at two years old he seemed to understand me. He hasn't talked much since mom and dad died and I would do anything to bring him out of his little shell that he had seemed to vacated to.

"Hey, Soda, Two-Bit and his mom are baby-sitting Ponyboy at his house today, can you and Steve drop him off?" Darry asked me. I nodded and went to my closet to grab Ponyboy and I's clothes. In the morning Darry and I took turns between cooking breakfast and getting Ponyboy ready.

A/N: Sorry that this is short, but I wanted to post this. It would be extremely helpful if someone who knows a lot about little kids could send me a few facts. Like how old are kids when they learn to dress themselves? Or when they learn to sing the alphabet? Thanks guys.