You wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. You reach over to Pony's side of the bed and realize he's gone. Your eyes grow wide with fear until you hear Steve and Two-bit talkin' to your little brother. You hear the door slam and decide you should probably get up. Just because you decide you should doesn't mean you do. Finally you decide to take your own advice and you take a quick shower. Showers never were your favorite thing.
As you step out of the shower the whole is filled with chaos, just as it was before 'that night'. You hear Mickey playing on the television so you decide to go lay down and watch it, ignoring the fact that all you are wearing is a towel.
"H-hey Two-bit!" you yell over all of the noise, "Mickey's on TV!" Darry sends you a warning look and you hop off the couch and go get changed for work. You have already missed enough of it. It wouldn't be fair to have Darry working extra just cause you don't want to.
You were rushing around asking Darry where all your clothes are. "Hurry up you're gonna be late," Darry rushes you. You try to finish as quick as you can. By the time you finish Darry is already giving Two-bit orders to watch Pony.
Work is chaotic for you. You have girls follwing you on your heels, and reporters are asking about your kid brother's reappearance.
"No comment," you say to every question. You see famous people sayin' it all the time on TV. It doesn't work for them, but you hope it will work for you. It doesn't. Pretty soon it gets to the point that your boss is demanding for you to leave, and says he will still pay you for the full day.
"It's just too many people comin' and not buyin' " he tells you. You leave, quite content with the idea of being paid for watching TV all day. The only thing is you will be alone all day. Steve had to stay because there was no good reason to leave.
As you are walking home you hear adults whispering about your 'murderous kid brother' . That doesn't bother you though. You get greasers comin' up and congratulating you on getting your kid brother back. Who care's what all those old people say, you think aloud.
"What was that?" you hear a voice from behind you. You turn around and see one of Sandy's friends approaching. You bite your lip and think about whether you should leave or not. Before you could even decide she is right in front of you.
"Hi Candace," you say in the cheeriest voice you could use.
"Hi Sodapop," she says shifting her feet, "I'm guessing Sandy told you." She tries touching your arm but you pull away. She mumbles a sorry and tucks her hands in her sweater pocket.
"Yeah she did," you say bitterly, "Is that all you wanted to say?"
She shakes her head. "I wanted you to tell Ponyboy thank you for me."
"Why?"
"He and his friend, uh Johnny, are giving people like us a better name." You snort. Yeah, that's exactly why adults are avoiding me, you think sarcastically.
"People like us, greasers," she cringes at the title givin to us," can finally say we aren't all hoods. We can be just as good, if not better, than those socs. You get it?"
"I guess," you shrug, "Do you happen to know the adress of where Sandy is staying?"
"Yeah why," she asks.
"I just wanna write her a letter," you say.
She nodds. "I'll go check the adress she wrote on a sticky note and I'll bring it to you in about an hour."
"Thanks," you say before both of you part ways.
