Authors note: I'm really sorry that it took so long to write this but I have been having problems with it. It might take me a while for the next chapter. I don't know what should happen next, so can you help me and review, giving me some ideas? Pleeaase? And I am sorry its short

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or any of it characters! Only Patrick!

Sodapop's POV:

I woke up to Patrick screaming again. I moaned and turned over, putting the pillow over my ears, trying to shut the noise out. It was defiantly not working; I could still hear the piercing noise of my son's voice through the thick layers of my pillow. I nudged Pony to calm him down, and heard him stir.

"Soda, can't you get him, he's your son," Pony replied, turning back over. I moaned extra loud and got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. This was the third time he's woke us up, and I was ready to put him outside. The other two times Pony had rocked him to sleep, but now it was my turn.

I walked over to the other side of the bed, and picked him up, rocking him to sleep. His blue eyes looked into mine and started closing, very slowly. I smiled down at him and kept rocking him till his eyes were completely shut and all I could hear was his tiny heartbeat in my arms. I set him back down on the bed very gently and wobbled back over to my side of the bed. I plopped on the bed and started falling asleep until I heard quiet crying from the other side of the bed again. I moaned and got up once again…

When I woke up, I could feel the cold morning air hit my bare chest as I pulled my sheets off of me. I looked over at my clock. Seven thirty. I sighed and stood up very quietly trying not to wake up Patrick and Pony, and grabbing a shirt from the floor. When I got out to the living room, Darry was there, reading the paper. He smiled at me and put it down.

"Good morning," he said," how did you sleep?" Instead of answering, I gave him a deadly stare. He started laughing at me and my ears were turning red.

"Calm down, I was just going to say that is how I felt two times in my life," he said as I started feeling sympathy for him. I only had to do this once and he had to twice, one time for me and my brother. I didn't have to go through it when Pony was born because my parents knew I was too young to have a baby in my room. They had put Pony in Darry's room, knowing that he was older and had done it before.

I gave him a huge smile and he just laughed harder at me. I walked over to the counter and grabbed toast and stuck it in the toaster. When I turned around, the door opened and Steve walked in, along with Johnny.

"Hey Soda, my..."

"Shhhh" he was so loud I didn't want him to wake up Patrick so I shushed him. He looked at me in confusion and I put my finger to my lips.

"What's going on," Johnny whispered. I looked at them and decided they needed to know, so I motioned for them to come with me. We walked down the hallway to my door and opened it and pointed to the two figures sleeping on my bed. When they saw the baby, they gasped.

"Oh my gosh Pony," Steve mumbled. I looked at him confused, and then shut the door.

"What are you talking about, that's my kid." Did he really think he was Pony's kid? His eyes widened and Johnny eyebrow shot up and his mouth opened wide.

"With who," Steve managed to say.

"Sandy. I guess that's the real reason she left me. She didn't want to ruin my life by having the kid so she moved. But she died in a sudden accident," I stopped abruptly, because I just couldn't finish. Steve and Johnny understood and we walked back to where Darry was. Darry looked up from the paper and stifled a laugh from the expressions on their faces.

"Soda," Darry suddenly remembered something," you have to call social services if you want to keep him, remember?" I remembered alright, but I wasn't sure I wanted to keep him. I mean, he is my kid, but I'm not sure this is the right environment for a little kid growing up. And with the money problems and everything, we probably can't afford for him to stay with us.

Crying was then heard coming from my bedroom. I moaned again and went to get my son, so he won't wake up the whole neighborhood.

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