Chapter 3

Anyone POV

A few days had gone by, and it was Ponyboy's birthday. He was turning 14. They were having his birthday in the park. The gang baked him a cake, and it had 14 candles on it. The whole gang was coming to the park for his birthday.

They grabbed the cake, and left for the park.

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When they got to the park, they found a table, and put the cake on it. At first, the gang was just playing around. Ponyboy, Johnny and Darry were sitting on the table, watching everyone. Soda, Steve, and Two-bit were playing tag. Dally was cheering for the people who weren't it.

Johnny and Ponyboy were just talking, when Ponyboy had a bad coughing fit. That reminded Darry and Johnny of his sickness.

Darry lit the candles, and called the gang over. They rushed over, as Ponyboy stopped coughing. Soda gave Ponyboy a hug from behind, and asked, "You okay?"

Pony said yea. Soda rested his chin on top of Ponyboy's head, and smiled. Darry looked around, and saw a group of three people sitting sitting nearby.

There was one with redish-brownish hair. She looked to be older than Darry by a little bit. Maybe. There was an older woman, but not older by much. There was also a gentleman. They all looked almost about the same age. But Darry didn't know. It was hard to tell.

Darry said to Pony, "Make your wish, and blow em out."

Ponyboy closed his eyes, made his wish, and blew out all of his candles. He had a coughing fit, but he got over it.

Ponyboy's wish was, 'I wish that everyone stays like they are. Happy. Whether I'm here... Or not.'

Monica's POV

Tess, Andrew and I were sitting in the park. We were angels, but we made it so people could see us. Tess told me why we were here.

She said to me, "Well Monica, I'd like to tell you that this case would be an easy one, but… It's the hardest thing that an angel ever has to do." She pointed, and I saw three boys sitting at a table, and four boys running around.

I was confused. "Who are you pointing at?"

She said, "Do you see the three at the table?" I nodded. "Do you see the two younger ones on the one side of the table?" I nodded again. "Do you see the one closest to us?" I nodded again. He was young. He looked 13 or 14. I wondered what he needed help with.

Tess said, "His name is Ponyboy. Today is his 14th birthday."

"What does he need help with, Tess?" I asked, as I looked at her.

"He's really sick, Monica. He has lung cancer, and he doesn't want to take treatment."

"What do we have to do, then?"

"We have to help the family, and take Ponyboy to heaven." I looked back at the boys. I felt bad. I said, "Aww Tess. I can't do that. He's so young."

Tess said, "We'll only take him when he's ready. He's not ready yet. But, one day, he will be. It'll be for the best, Monica."

I knew Tess was right. With that type of disease, and no treatment, he'd be ready soon.

He started coughing. The older one lit the candles on the cake, and called the rest of the boys over.

Tess told me about their parents as well, and about the gang.

Tess told me their names, and Ponyboy's brothers as well. Ponyboy stopped coughing, as Sodapop went behind him, and hugged him. Soda looked to be about 16 or 17. The oldest looked about 20. I knew that Ponyboy was the youngest of the group.

Sodapop asked Ponyboy if he was okay, and Ponyboy said yea.

Tess also said that Ponyboy was very smart, kind, and had a big heart.

Ponyboy made a wish, and blew out his candles.

Sorry this was such a short chapter. I wanted it to be just Ponyboy's birthday.