Fire... again. I could smell ash in the air and I lose my breath. I try to get up but I can't move, and I struggle. I begin to panic and scream. "Help me! Someone, anyone? HELP ME!" I yelled. I scream so much, I can't stop. I occasionally coughed. The only things I heard were the crackling fire. Then I'm pulled upward.

"Scott! Scott! Scott! Wake up! It's just a dream! Get up!" someone yelled shaking me.

"Scott, it's okay! Open your eyes!" someone said patting my face. My eyes slowly open. Soda and Ponyboy are looking down on me, concerned. "Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared..." I lied. Damn eyes.

"Don't lie. We can tell. It's in your eyes." Soda said. I'm stunned by his accusation. "Now you're surprised."

"Okay... What time is it?" I asked.

"Uh... I'm not sure, but the sun is just coming up." Pony answered. I go and open the blinds, I covered my eyes because of the brightness.

"It's funny isn't it?" I said. I can tell Pony and Soda are confused.

"What's funny?" Soda asked.

"How the sun always comes up and goes down no matter what happens." I said. I was admiring the beauty of the sunset. I can tell this makes them feel bad for me, but that's not what I wanted them to feel. I wanted them to admire the beauty of the sunset with me. "Well, it's time for the day to start. I'm going back over to the house to see if I can salvage anything."

"Are you sure, you can do that alone?" Ponyboy asked.

"Yeah... I think I'll be okay." I responded.

"I'll go with you. I have the day off today." Soda said.

"Alright. Let's get cracking." I said.

"Hold it! Without breakfast?" Soda asked.

"Fine." I groaned. We went downstairs and Soda started to make breakfast. Pony and I waited. "Pony, if it's okay I'd like to ask you some questions."

"Sure." We sat down at opposite sides of the table.

"Who are these people in the photo?" I asked as I pointed to Dallas, Johnny, and the guy that looked like Pony and Soda.

"I think they're friends from Steve's school." Pony quickly answered.

"Interesting... Can you go into more detail for me?" I asked politely.

"Uh... Okay," he said. I can tell that the Curtis brothers are hiding something from me, and I need to find out what it is. "Uh... They were friends from Steve's school. Soda and I barely talked to them. We probably can't even remember their names! They do look familiar though." I can't believe that Pony lied to me.

"Pony?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Please stop lying to me."

"What?"

"Soda told me their names, when I showed him the picture last night. You do know their names, because you guys knew each other." I said frustrated.

"Oh really? Prove it. What are their names?" Pony said slyly.

"That's Dallas Winston and that's Johnny Cade." I said. Although, I didn't quite know the name of the man that looked like Soda and Pony I had enough to prove that he's hiding something. Pony was surprised that I knew their names. "Ponyboy, who is this man?" He was silent. "Alright since you won't answer that question let me ask another."

"Another?" he croaked.

"Yeah, where are your parents? It seems like it's just you and Soda."

"Oh... That... Alright, I'll answer that one," he said slowly. Pony, please stop lying. "Well, maybe a year ago I think, my parents died in an auto wreck. From that moment on it was just me and Soda. We had no older siblings, cousins, or anything. It was just us." Pony said.

"Pony, I'm sorry..."

"No, it's alright. I should be saying that to you."

"But, you still are lying to me."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. On the wall in the living room is a newspaper article, about you and how you ran into a burning church to save some kids. At the bottom, there is a little bio about you and your current living situations. At the time, you lived with your TWO brothers, Sodapop and Darrel Curtis. Darrel Curtis was the only one of age at the time and was your legal guardian. I've met Soda, so where the hell is Darrel?!"

"How do you know that such a Darrel exists?!" he cried.

"What?"

"That could've been the paper lying to get a good story. Do you have proof that I have a brother named Darrel? You don't even know that he exists. You also don't know what this supposed "Darrel" looks like! You have no proof to support any of your claims." Pony said back. Damn! He's got me. I shoved my hands in my pockets of the jeans I was wearing, in frustration. I felt a small piece of paper. I pulled it out and unfolded it. It appeared to be a letter from Soda to Pony, about him running away. Why did he run away?... Oh... Lucky me. But what does this letter mean? I still don't know what Darrel looks like. Or do I? I do.

"Liar." I muttered under my breath.

"What?" he asked.

"You're a liar!" I cried.

"What?!"

"I've caught you... Lying coldly!" I said. He seems surprised. "First of all, let's establish that I do know that Darry is real, because of this! This is a letter sent to you, from Sodapop. He wanted you to come back from wherever you ran off too. Here's my favorite part,'Darry's awful sorry he hit you.'. Do you know what a good nickname for Darrel is? Darry! This also proves that the newspaper article is true and valid. And let's finish by saying that I do know what Darry looks like! It's him!" I said as I point to the unknown man on the photograph. "This is Darrel. Darrel Curtis, you're oldest brother! So I ask once again, where is he?!"

"He was killed in the car crash with mom and da-"

"Not so fast! That's impossible because in the newspaper article it says that he is your legal guardian after you're parents were killed in the auto wreck! Stop lying, Pony! I've cornered you!" I cried. Pony's head dropped.

"Okay, I'll tell you, the truth this time." I can tell that I've broke him. "Darry... was murdered." What?! "By a group of Socs."

"What are Socs?" I asked.

"They're a group of rich kids that live on the other side of town. They've hated greasers for all of eternity. It's destiny that we must fight and hate each other. Socs jump greasers even though we don't do the same to them. Ever. Even after they jump us. Greasers are peaceful. Soda and I are greasers. So is everyone in that picture. There are others too. Recently we had a rumble with them and we won. They were supposed to leave us alone, but they didn't, Darry's proof of that." Pony was very upset. I walked over to sit next to him.

"Listen, Pone. I'm sorry I had to do that. I just needed answers so that I can better understand my current situation, and who knows maybe this new information will help me find out where Katy is." I softly said.

"Really... Was I helpful?" he asked.

"Very." I said as I patted his back.

"You know I wore those jeans when I ran away."

"I know, Pony, I know."

"Who wants pancakes?!" Soda gleefully said as he walked to the table with a plateful of pancakes. Except... They were green. "Confused? All I did was add some food dye."

"Do you do this often?" I asked and Soda proudly nodded. "Wow, Pony you must never get bored."

"When you have a brother, like Soda you're never bored." Ponyboy said as he affectionately punched Soda in the ribs. We all chuckled as we ate. The pancakes were good, but they had a strange aftertaste. The culprit, is the food coloring! Now that I have this new information, it'll probably aid in my investigation. But this new 'Soc' information offers up a new possibility. What if the fire was purposely started? I sure hope not, because that would only provoke, more gang warfare.

Okay, my treasured readers that was Chapter 3! Special shout out to Natura Nature for posting a review. Remember, if you review, favorite, or follow you'll get a shout out if the story if still In-Progress! I just realized that although this is sort of a sequel to This is Why I Hate YOU, Darry! you don't have to have read that to get this. It might even be a new reading experience if you read this first! Alright, my treasured readers, remember there will be a new Chapter everyday, so be sure to check back (probably late at night)! I love you guys. Stay frosty. :)