Disclaimer: If I was S.C. Hinton, I would be committing suicide for saying that the movie was good.
17years later and no one had gotten over the death of Dally and Johnny. Though most of the Greasers sat in jail. Cherry and Ponyboy settled down and began a life together.
"Cherry is the mail here yet?" asked Ponyboy from the living room.
"Huh, yeah," she replied. "Your brother sent his regards say that we should name the baby Dally."
She sniffled. She never lost her feelings toward Dallas, even after his suicide. Now, she was almost 9 months pregnant with Ponyboy's child. Her second, but hopefully this one will live.
Ponyboy sauntered into the small kitchen, eyes watering. He had gained weight since his teens and now was muscular. He worked in a Youth Program that strived for homeless teens.
Suddenly, Cherry screamed bloody murder.
"Cher, what's wrong?" Ponyboy asked. He wrapped his arms around her.
"The-baby-gasp-it's coming."
Ponyboy rushed to the phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" asked the operator.
"My wife, she's gone into labor."
"Okay sir, can you please tell me your address?"
He gave the address to her.
"Sir, we are sending help to you right now. In the mean time can you please wrap her in a blanket?"
Ponyboy grabbed a blanket from the couch and ran over to Cherry. Then the door bell rang. At the door was the ambulance. They grabbed Cherry and set her down in the truck. Ponyboy hung up the phone and jumped inside. He held Cherry's hand and she clenched it so hard the bones ground together. There were going to have a baby. And his name would be Dallas Johnny Curtis.