A/N: I have major writer's block for my other stories, so I'm writing this requested one. To Bajor10, I am truly sorry it took me so long! :( Well, here it goes!

Also, R.I.P Johnny and Dally (which means they're dead in this fic) x_x I x_x

And one more thing… I don't ship Pony and Johnny in this fic. It may look like it in the beginning, but don't worry, they're relationship was strictly brotherly. Sorry to all of you PonyxJohnny lovers.

Warning: This chapter has some swearing in it :/

Disclaimer: I don't own nothing… :,(

Pony's POV

It was nearly 5pm until I started to walk home. Track practice ran later than usual, all because some jerk decided to not to show up. We all vowed to get our revenge on Jim on Monday in the locker room.

I was kicking rocks while I was walking on the crack filled, uneven sidewalk. I stared up into the sky, which was turning into a variety of dark blues, purples, pinks, and…

Gold.

Johnny.

I had to stop myself in my tracks. The pain is still fresh in my heart, like it all happened yesterday. And I know what Darry said about how you can't stop living when you lose someone, but he didn't know Johnny like I did. He didn't know his real struggles beneath the obvious ones, or how much his dad had beat him and put him down to the point where suicide seemed like his only logical option. He didn't know how much we bonded, or how everlastingly happy to be in his presence.

That's when I heard an engine switch on. I didn't think about it much at first until someone in the car rolled down the window and yelled:

"Hey greaser!"

'Shit!' I mentally cursed at myself for walking home alone, and with my Soc killing reputation isn't exactly going to help in my situation. I turned my head to see a midnight blue Mustang tailing me no even ten feet away. Three guys from the backseat hopped out of the car and started pacing towards me.

"You know it's rude not to answer when people are speaking to you," A blonde Soc started with a toothy grin. "or did that 6 feet under mom of yours not get the chance to teach you?"

"What the hell did you say about my mother, you bastard?!" I yelled.

"Oh, did I hurt the little grease's feeling?" He said, still walking towards me. I didn't move a muscle, and I still don't know if it was from fear or anger.

The blond Soc was inches away from me now. I could feel his heavy, minty breath on my face, as if I was sitting right in front of an air conditioning machine they have at school.

"What are you going to do?" The Soc asked calmly. I could feel all of my precious self control melt away out of my boy. I punched the soc, right on the jaw and so hard that I heard a painful cracking sound.

"Get 'em!" Another brunette soc said, resulting in all of the socs to get out of the car. They all ran towards me and before I could even think about escaping, I was pinned down into a small, sharp object that was cutting up my back. I hissed and the brunette stuffed a hanky in my mouth.

Another Soc appeared, a chubby redhead with unusually bright blue eyes, punched me in the face hard. I was dazed for a minute, bobbling my head to the side. A few seconds later, a rough hand pulled my face straight towards them. I didn't have any time to react because the redhead had punched me in the face again.

They kept on beating me and beating me until I was just about ready to pass out. I could feel my warm blood dripping out of my leg on to the dirty alley street. I had gathered the strength to open my throbbing eyes. It was already dark now, and nobody will be able to see me in the darkness. I was exhausted, so I just gave up and closed my eyes to the peaceful blackness.

Cherry's POV

"I'm walking home!" I yelled to my new boyfriend Jim.

"Aw, come on Cherry, you're being ridiculous!" He said. "Your house is 30 minutes away and it's nighttime! It's not safe for you to be walking all alone by yourself."

"Beats dying in a car accident!" I said.

"Don't be stupid, Cherry. If you don't get in this car right now I'm leaving you."

"Fine!" I said. Jim growled and sped off into the distance.

Damn, he was right. Why did I have to choose today to wear my highest pair of heels? I groaned and started walking.

I looked at my watch. It was already an hour past my curfew, so I'm already in big trouble. I can't believe Jim convinced me staying out until 11pm. I'm usually smarter than that, and it was usually my job to talk Jim and his stupid friends out of doing dumb stuff that'll result in them either getting killed or arrested. But what was different about today than any other day?

Along my walk, my mind somehow drifted on to Ponyboy? I wonder how he's doing. I haven't spoken to him since the whole… Johnny incident. I remember how heartbroken he was the day he came back to school. Sure, he might not have be sobbing during class, but I could see it in his eyes. I don't know if it was obvious to other people too, but ever since that whole thing happened, Pony hasn't been the same since.

I suddenly tripped, falling face first on the ground. I quickly flipped myself around not to see an axe murderer or a serial rapist, but Ponyboy.

I gasped in horror to see Pony bruised all over his body and bleeding almost everywhere he can bleed. I inched closer to the teenager, shaking him slightly to see if he was knocked out.

I shook him lightly and got no response back. Nothing at all. My breathing hitched when I saw his throat littered with dark purple bruises. Could he be… dead?

No, he couldn't. He had so much to live for; his friends, his brothers, and he was almost destined to go to college with his kind of grades. I looked closer at him, and saw that his chest was still normally rising and falling.

Then I heard a mumbling sound. I looked up at his mouth to try to understand what he was trying to say, but I couldn't. I shook him again, and this time he answered.

"Pony?" I asked worriedly.

"Ch-Cherry?" He mumbled. I lifted his head off of the ground and into my hand.

"Can you stand?" I asked. He tried to raise up, but doubled over in pain and laid back down.

"Aw Jeez." Right when I said that, a heard an engine coming closer and closer to us. I looked up to see a beat up old car heading our way. I gently Pony's head back down, stood up, and waved my hands around and yelled.

"Excuse me." I yelled. The car stopped and a black haired woman hopped out. She looked at me confused for a second, and then noticed Pony. She gasped (the exact same way I did) and ran towards us. She didn't even say anything, she just grabbed ahold of Pony's underarms and motioned me to help her. We both carried him into her backseat and tried to be as gentle as possible, but we could still hear Pony's pain filled hisses. We laid Ponyboy cautiously into the hole filled backseat and I got in with him, laying his head on my legs. She started speeding away.

"So, I imagine we're taking him to the hospital?" She asked.

"Yes." I said, smoothing Pony's greased bleached blonde hair comfortably.

"No." Pony said.

"What?" I asked.

"N-no hospital." He said.

"Why not?"

"N-no hospital."

"But Pony, you're really hurt." He just shook his head.

"Take me…"

"Take you where?" I asked. No response. He must have passed out again.

"So, where do I take y'all?" The lady chirped in. I thought about it, and I knew it was the only place I could actually keep him right now.

"Take me to my house. 8190 Beaumont Drive." I ordered, resulting in the lady speeding us to the South Side.

A/N: That ends chapter one! I hope all of you guys liked it! :))

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