This story is actually for me to do between posts for Up Until Then and Man in The Moon since it takes less planning. Also, I didn't have the book by my side while writing this chapter so a few things might be off. This whole story should be in second person.
I do not own The Outsiders or any of the characters.
You haven't left your bed since Sandy broke up with you. You figure that if you don't leave bed, then nothing else bad can happen to you. Everybody thinks that it's because Pony is still gone, but that is only half of the problem.
You hear the phone ringing from the kitchen. It's nothing new, everyone has been calling for the past few days. Darry even changed the phone number, but that only worked for one day.
"Darryyyy!" you moan as loud as you can, "The phooonee." You hear him talking to whoever was on the other end. Usually, he hangs up after the first sentence but his muffled voice says otherwise. It must be something about Ponyboy, you think. You hear Darry say bye to the caller, then his heavy footsteps echoing through the house. Your door swings open revealing a bright light you haven't seen in days. You squint your eyes and cover the light with your hands.
"I know where Ponyboy is," Darry says in a rushed voice, "he is at the hospital," that got your attention. You jump up, ignoring the fact that your eyes burn from the light. You pull on a flannel and throw out a pair of jeans in record time. You run out the door. Darry is already in the truck waiting. You hop in beside him, and he pulls out the driveway before the door is even closed.
You are biting your fingernails uncontrollably. Darry keeps telling you to stop, but you don't listen. All you care about is what your baby brother is doing at the hospital. Did he get hurt? Or worse? No-No doesn't think like that, you scold yourself. Pony is fine. He is, and you know look over at Darry. He is trying his best not to break any laws getting there but fails when he passes two red lights.
By the time you get to the hospital you fingernails are so short it stings. You don't mind, though. Darry is running to the front counter with you trailing behind him.
"Where's Ponyboy," you practically yell at the lady sitting there. She insists there is no Ponyboy in the building, and accuses you guys of pulling a prank.
"It's not a prank!" you yell, "My name is even Sodapop. Now tell me where my brother is." She seemed surprised by your outburst and looks through the files. She points to a door and instructs you to go in and turn left. You run for the door without saying your thanks. You swing the door open and look right, then left. You see a blonde headed kid covered in soot. He looks familiar to you, but you aren't so sure its Pony.
"Ponyboy?" you ask walking towards him. The boy looks up and his face lights up. He runs up to and you catch him in a tight hug. You push him arms length away and comment on his hair. He laughs then looks at Darry who was now standing behind you. He stands frozen for a second before running straight into Darry's arms. You watch as they both apologize to each other. Then Darry does something he hasn't done in a long time. he cries. The sobs are silent, but they are still there. Your older brother motion for you to join the hug and you gladly join. He grips onto your shirt and you couldn't help but smile. Ponyboy is fine. Your baby brother will be okay.
Soon you all start walking towards the car. As soon as Ponyboy gets in, he is out like a light. You smile and hop into the passenger seat. You Darry exchange glances as he starts heading down the road. The whole ride is silent except for the very quiet sound of The Twist playing on the radio.
"I'm glad he's okay," you say looking at Darry, "I was afraid something bad would happen." Darry smiles and nods.
"Me too little buddy, but he is okay."
You nod and look out the window. You see the houses getting smaller and the grass getting browner. Darry pulls up in front of the house and goes over to Pony's door. He carries him in, not wanting to wake him up.
That night you lay in bed. But this time you have your brother beside you. This time you go to sleep with one less thing weighing you down. This time, you go to sleep smiling.