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Warnings for this chapter:

Stalking, obsessive behavior.


Chapter 1.

"Please?" Little auburn, bit green-eyed, Soda's sweet little baby plead.

"It's not a school night and I've been a good boy."

Any more begging and the kid could be misread as a leech. A stranger would take this as a little kid with a face so adorable the word 'no' could never be told to him. Soda on the other hand, didn't look convinced.

"Did you ask Darry?"

That was basically Soda saying No, since he knew Darry would say no.

"But, Soda. Darry won't let me go." Ponyboy pouted. "It's just for a few hours. I'll be home before nine."

Tempting, so very tempting. Ponyboy' was one of the most honest people Soda's ever known, just like himself, Ponyboy had trouble lying.

If it were anyone else's kid-brother, Soda wouldn't care. Hell, he'd probably ask to come along.

But this was Ponyboy,

so the answer was no.

"Ponyboy. You're only thirteen, that's too young to be going to parties." Darry crossed his arms, standing next to Soda who equally had his arms crossed.

"But it's not a party," Ponyboy pointed out. "It's merely a gathering of people in a certain area to achieve entertainment."

Darry and Soda looked at each other.

". . . .A party." Soda clarified.

"Some would call. I call it a gathering." Ponyboy pouted.

"The answer is no, Ponyboy. Go wash up for bed."

Ponyboy groaned, annoyed, stomping to the bathroom. Soda sighed, sitting on the couch while Darry took his place in the chair to rub his temples.

"When did he grow up again?" Soda asked.

". . . .Puberty is God saying he hates me." Darry mumbled.

Soda chuckled. "Oh, Darry, that reminds me. Steve invited me to a beer blast down by the lake, can I go?"

Darry sighed. "Just be home by one and you better not be drunk."

Soda saluted Darry. "Not one drop will touch these lips." It was Darry's turn to chuckle as Soda waved goodbye slipping on his shoes and heading out the door. As Darry went to reach for the paper, he caught a glance of an outraged, jaw-dropped Ponyboy standing in his pajamas in the hallways with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Get to bed, Ponyboy." Darry sighed.

"But you just-"

"I know what I did, now get to bed!"

Pony's face went from angry to terribly upset in less than a second and he ran off. Darry sighed, once again. He didn't mean to make the Greaser cry.

When he entered the room Soda and Ponyboy shared, sure enough Ponyboy was wrapped in blankets, sobbing.

"Ponyboy," Darry sat on the bed. "It's not that I do this to make you mad or upset. You're just too young to go to parties. Maybe when you're older."

"You let Soda go." A whimper came.

"Soda's sixteen, honey." He kissed his forehead, layering on another blanket. "When you're sixteen, then you can party."

Until then, you don't leave my sight.


Sobbing didn't make it better, but humans do it anyway. It was to show your emotions, pointing out you're sad. For Darry and Soda, that meant it was time for an ass to get kicked.

"Who did it?" Soda growled. "Who hurt you?!"

Ponyboy was just a blubbering mess. Chubby tears fell from his emerald eyes and his nose was runny.

"Was it Curly Shepard? Was it Mark Jennings? Was it. . . .Steve?" Soda was cracking his knuckles.

Ponyboy shook his head. He tried to talk but he just hiccuped and cried some more. Darry heard crying, so naturally he found himself racing to Ponyboy and Soda's room.

"What happened?" He asked, looking for bruises or scrapes.

"That's what I'm trying to find out. I came home and he was like this." Soda was worried, it had been nearly half an hour and he couldn't get Ponyboy to stop crying.

"Calm down, Baby." Darry soothed. Ponyboy tried to slow his breathing and eventually gave into Darry's hushes.

"Are you going to be okay, Pony?" Darry asked.

Ponyboy nodded, fat tears still rolling down his face. Soda whipped them away while Darry got Pony to talk.

"I. . . I. She rejected me!" Pony blurted out.

Soda and Darry were shocked. Not the response there were looking for but still-

"Who is she?!"

"A-Aubrey Shannon. I don't understand, Darry. I gave her my answers to the test and my french fries. Why doesn't she like me?"

Darry couldn't help but smile, poor, innocent Ponyboy.

Still, this Aubrey Bitch was to be dealt with.

"Ponyboy, she threw away a good thing." Darry held Pony's hands and smiled. Ponyboy gave a weak smile back.

Soda opened his mouth. "Aren't you forgetting something Darry?"

Darry turned, still smiling. "What?"

"Ponyboy attempted to ask a girl out. . . .at thirteen?"

Darry's face fell.

"YOU'RE THIRTEEN, MUCH TOO YOUNG! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU ASKING OUT GIRLS FOR?!"

Ponyboy groaned.


Ponyboy loved movies, but he liked watching them alone.

For Soda, it would be a twenty minute, three cars behind walk following Ponyboy. He'd do it more often if he had more days off. He had a good reason for following Ponyboy.

There were Socs, already they bothered him, Soda will be damned if they jump him.

When Ponyboy safely reached the theaters, it was a three (maybe even four) hour wait outside. He'd smoke, cause he was nervous. He'd maybe see a friend and talk on the sidewalk, or he'd go across the street to the record store and listen to some music.

The second he's out of the theaters, it's back a few feet away, hide behind a tree, walk slowly but quickly enough to see him.

When the Socs drive up, it's then run and kick some ass.

"Thanks Soda. I'm lucky I ran into you." Ponyboy would smile.

Soda just smiled. "That's what I'm here for, Pone."

Then, openly, he'd escort him home.


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