Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all rights and creative genius in The Outsiders. I don't.

A/N: I am truly sorry to those so we're unhappy with my story. I think I might rewrite it when my skill is better. I have made the sequel one year later, Ponyboy's 15 birthday and Johnny and Dally's death anniversary. I hope this is better.

Ponyboy's POV

As I walked to Bucks, a belated birthday present from Two-Bit, I reflected on the past year. It still hurt a lot. My stab turned into a pretty tough scar. After I turned in my theme, Mr. Symes sent it to a publisher, we are still waiting to hear back. I slipped into depression after the stabbing. I eventually started seeing the guidance counselor. She was really nice, and it helped a lot. I stopped going a few months before school ended. I realized, even though we had all lost so much in the past year or so, you don't stop living.

I prayed to God our losses were over.

I walked into Bucks, ready to drink away my sorrows. It was unhealthy, and I knew I would pay if Darry caught me.

I saw Curly sitting on a bar stool. I sat next to him and next thing I knew, we were doing shots and I was sipping a bottle of straight Jack Daniel's Whiskey. It was some hard stuff. I already had s beer in the car, but common sense wasn't something Curly or I were born with.

"Christ Pone!" I heard Two-Bit yell.

"What? You took me hear to have a drink…" I started but he cut me off.

"A beer Kid. Not a few shots and straight Whiskey. Kid, you may not be the lightweight I thought you were, but you are so drunk, and you can't hide this from Darry." Two-But dragged me out the door. I slipped on the ice, my head hitting the pavement.

"Still as gracefulas ever, huh, Pony." Two-Bit joked and God helped me back up.

I must have fallen asleep in the car, or passed out, because next thing I knew Two-Bit was hauling me to my feet Darry was yelling at me.

"Ponyboy Micheal Curtis, what on earth were you thinking? No, you weren't! You never think! What would happen if a Social Worker saw you? Huh? And you Two-Bit, Really?! I thought you knew better!" He went on and on until Soda stopped him.

"Darr, do you know what day it is?" He asked. Darry shook his head, still infuriated.

"It's the 13, Darry." Darry took a few seconds for it to register that it was Johnny and Dally's anniversary.

I started to sway, but Doda grabbed me and lead me to our room. I plopped down, too tired to do anything.

"How much did you have?" Soda asked.

"A beer in the car, a bottle of Whiskey, and a few shots with Curly." I mumbled.

"Dang, you're gonna have one heck of a hangover tomorrow. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday!" Soda said.

Eventually, we both fell asleep.

Soda's POV

I woke up when Ponyboy shot out of bed. I unraveled myself from the covers, and ran to the bathroom where I knew he'd be.

I was right. He was holding the toilet, puking his guts out. I rubbed his back slowly while he puked. Tears ran down his face.

"I'm shorry, Shoda. I'm sho shorry. Why'd I do it?" He mumbled the last part, his voice heavily slurred.

"You were trying to cope. You're just young, lil' Colt. It's okay, sh." I comforted my drunk baby brother. It doesn't matter how old he is, he's my baby brother.

He finished puking, and stumbled back to bed. He is going to have one heck of a hangover tomorrow.

X

Ponyboy's POV (morning)

I have had a hangover before, but not this bad. My head was pounding, every little movement worsened my headache. Every whisper sounded like shouting.

I walked to the living room and saw Two-Bit on the couch. I was glad Darry wasn't too mad at him.

Two-Bit laughed when he saw me.

"Hungover?" He questioned. I nodded, bad idea.

I grabbed the side of my head.

"Ponyboy, you're troubled are just starting. I could ground you, or we could do what I did last time." I paled. Last time, he made me work off the alcohol. It was awful.

"No Darry please." I begged.

"You're grounded, three weeks and you and Two-Bit have to do yard work, fair deal?" He decided.

"Why me?" Two-Bit asked.

Darry laughed. "You took him to Buck's."

I went to grab the mail when something caught my eye. It was in a fancy thick envelope, not bills or junk like everything else. I froze when I saw who it was from.

A/N: I could end it here… but I'm a nice person so I won't.

It was from the publisher.

"Two-Bit." I screamed. He raced out of the house, probably thinking I was being jumped or something.

He sighed when he saw I was okay. I handed him he paper, and he read it.

"We are happy to inform you we loved your book 'The Outsiders'."

"Amazing Ponyboy." Two-Bit said.

Darry could go to college with this money. I was so happy.

Maybe this year wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: I think that is it, but I will continue this if you guys want.