Hi, folks! This is a re-write of my first fan fiction that I wrote a long time ago. I now have a new account and pen name and am rewriting this story by making improvements and making it longer. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders or Whatever Happened to Baby Jane which is a film that this story is somewhat based on.

Chapter One - Ponyboy Alone

Ponyboy could not be sure, but he was certain that he had been home alone for at least two hours. He sighed as he laid back on the couch in the living room. The television was on, showing some old movie. The reception wasn't very good because of the horrible storm that was forming outside. Thunder was booming loud enough that it made the house shake. Ponyboy shivered with fear as he heard the rain pounding on the roof. He sighed as he laid on the couch, wishing that his brothers would get home soon. Soda and Darry had gone out for the night. They had been invited to some big party in town, but Ponyboy was too young to go there. So, he managed to stay home all night with nothing to do but watch television and other boring things.

As the storm continued, the phone next to the couch rang. Ponyboy, startled by the sudden noise, picked it up. "Curtis Residents," he spoke into the phone.

"It's Darry, Ponyboy." Darry was calling from a payphone. They had been trying to find a good road home. It turned out that the storm was causing flooding in a lot of areas. They were still searching for a road that wasn't too bad to drive on. "Give us another two hours," Darry explained to Ponyboy.

"Alright," Ponyboy responded. "I'm getting a little afraid being in this house all alone like this, though. I don't know. For some reason, I feel like someone's trying to get in here." Darry laughed on the other line. Ponyboy blushed, feeling a little embarassed about being afraid at his age.

"Don't be silly!" Darry exclaimed. "Your fourteen years old, Ponyboy. Grow up, why doncha?" He continued to laugh on the other line as Ponyboy sighed, feeling more embarassed than ever. He felt that he shouldn't have said anything in the first place. He shrugged as there was another loud boom of thunder. The house shook again, the pictures above the mantel vibrating. The hammers inside the upright piano vibrated, creating a soft musical tune. Ponyboy gulped at the way the house itself was acting. It was almost like it was alive and was talking to him or something.

"Do you want to talk to Soda? He wants to tell you something. I don't know what, but I think you should take the call. He's been asking for you ever since I called you."

"Sure, let me talk to him." Ponyboy actually meant it. He still felt closest to Soda out of both of his brothers and seemed more comfortable talking to him during this stormy night. Soda sounded happier than ever on the phone. It was almost like he was in a different earth, away from the rain and in the sunlight.

"Ponyboy, how are you doing at home all alone?" Soda sounded like he was about to crack a joke any minute. Ponyboy shrugged, almost feeling happier because he was talking to his favorite brother who always made him feel better.

"I'm doing fine, Soda," he told his brother. "I hope you guys can get home soon. I'm getting lonely in this house all alone. There's nothing to do and of course after what happened a couple of months ago, I still have those nightmares." There was a slight pause on the other line. It was probably Soda feeling sad for Ponyboy. Ever since Johnny and Dally had died two months earlier, Ponyboy had nightmares all the time about the events. Every night that it happened and Ponyboy awoke scared, Soda would be there for him. However, Ponyboy didn't want to fall asleep with a nightmare and not have his brother be there for him.

"Oh, I know, Ponyboy," Soda said to him with a comforting voice. "Just hang on and we'll be home before you know it. It shouldn't be too much longer." Ponyboy smiled in spite of the situation. He nodded.

"Alright, I'll see you soon, Soda." He hungup the phone as he sighed, looking out the front window. Rain was pouring down the roof and across the street, he could see Johnny's house. Johnny's parents were living there alone now. They probably didn't even care that their son was gone. It made Ponyboy every time he thought about it. Johnny being gone and his parents not even caring. Ponyboy felt like calling the cops on them sometime, but he never felt like it. To him, they were the past now. Johnny would live in his heart forever, but Mr. and Mrs. Cade were just gone and he was glad because he didn't want to think about them. He hated how sometimes he thought about them abusing Johnny and how they got away with it.

Ponyboy groaned as he laid down on the couch, trying to fall asleep. The television continued, the static still going on as the rain poured onto the antenna on the roof. Ponyboy starred up at the ceiling as he dosed off, thinking about what it would be like if Johnny were still there. He wanted him back more than anything, but he knew that he was gone and that that was the way it was. He sighed as he fell asleep on the couch.

Two-Bit Matthews was standing in the middle of his bedroom, looking out the window at the rain pouring over the trees. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed outside. He sighed. He was almost in the same mood as Ponyboy right then. He felt as though he could never go on living without Johnny, the gang's pet and the kindest person everyone in the gang ever knew. Steve walked into the room, a grin on his face.

"Yo, Two-Bit, you want to go to the movies tonight?"

Two-Bit chuckled as he turned around. "The movies tonight? I don't think so. It's pouring out and it's getting real late."

Steve shrugged. He seemed to be in a careless mood tonight. "So what? We've gone out to the movies plenty of times this late before. I called up Evie and she said she'd love to go. There's that new movie playing, that love story that I really want to take her to go and see. It'll be fun.

Two-Bit shook his head as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Then you go with her. I'll be like a third wheel, anyways, and I don't want to be. Just go pick up Evie and the two of you go. It's better that way. I'm gonna stay home for the night. I was even thinking of heading up to Ponyboy's to see how he was doing. After what happened the other month, he hasn't been feeling the same and I was thinking of going up there to keep him company."

Steve looked annoyed now. he stood in the doorway, looing half mad at Two-Bit. "Oh, come on, Two-Bit!" he said. "Who cares about Ponyboy?"

Two-Bit stood up, looking half mad at Steve as well. He never cared for the attitude Steve had towards Ponyboy. Big deal that he didn't care for Ponyboy. Ponyboy was a good kid and Two-Bit believed that. "I do." Two-Bit said directly to Steve. "He's my friend. and you should accept him more than you do. To tell you the truth, I think it's pretty terrible the way you talk to him sometimes. He's the youngest of the gang and I really think you should show him a little more respect once in a while. He's a good kid. You're best friends with his brother, so you should really start turning yourself around. I'll tell you that if you were best friends with me and said stuff like that about my brother, I wouldn't like it that much. So I'm just warning you. Don't be like that to the kid. He's good to everyone."

Steve shrugged as he actually did feel somewhat bad and took back everything he said. "Okay, fine," he said as Two-Bit headed out of the room. "I take back what I said."

Two-Bit put on his shoes as he opened the front door. "That's a good thing. You should be that way." Steve watched in confusion as Two-Bit headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To Ponyboy's house. I'm gonna catch you later. In the meantime, you should get out of my house before my mom gets home. She doesn't like it when strangers walk through the house."

Steve chuckled. "So I'm a stranger, huh?" he said.

Two-Bit was already out the door and getting into his car. He started the engine and began driving up the street.

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