"come closer ponyboy" johnny whispered. i brought my face closer to his. "stay gold, ponyboy, stay gold." johnny became quiet. no breathing, there was nothing. his eyelids no longer fluttered and he looked incredibly peaceful. i shot out of my chair.

"are you actually kidding me right now, johnny? first off, you owed me $5. second, i'm not staying fucking gold you god damn shit head, i fucking hate my hair. THE MINUTE I WALK OUT OF HERE I'M FUCKING DYING MY HAIR BACK YOU FUCKING MORON. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW, I AM SO DONE WITH YOU." I looked at dally, sitting in the corner, a look of horror on his face. "CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY RIGHT NOW!? I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT."

"ponyboy, your best friend just died." dally stated.

"BEST FRIENDS DON'T BORROW $5 AND NEVER RETURN IT. BEST FRIENDS DON'T MAKE FUN OF YOUR HAIR. FUCK JOHNNY."

70 YEARS LATER

i sat in my rocking chair. i was 84. i looked out the window, remembering the night my so called best friend died and then it hit me.

"oh shit he was quoting the poem." and then i died.