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Jayla728 chapter 2 .

This is just the kind of Outsiders fic I've been looking for! Make a chapter where 14-year old Pony is sick with the flu for a week or so! And please don''t make Johnny or Dally dead in any of the chapters! :(

imaginedragons4eva chapter 2 .

Love it so far! Umm, suggestions...ooh! U could write one where Soda and Darry find Steve being mean to Ponyboy and they flip I've always wanted to know what Soda would do in that situation, seeing as how Steve is Soda's best friend, yeah? Til then...
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chapter 1

I really like it! I look forward to reading it! Suggestion: erm ... Pony collapses and the gang nurses him back to health! With fluff on top!

Warnings For This Chapter:

Some cursing and threats. . . .Oh, and Dally is a little Ooc

Chapter 3

"He's a dead man!" It took Two-Bit, Steve, Dallas and little Johnny to hold back Soda. Soda was growling threw his teeth, giving off a bark once in a while.

"Soda, calm down, you're not an animal." Two-Bit yelled.

Ponyboy was fearfully taking a stand on shaky legs in front of Curly Shepard. The Curly haired greaser just shrugged, lighting up a cigarette.

The day didn't start out like this, in fact, Soda was having a pretty good day. He woke up feeling refreshed, had some breakfast, it was a slow-but fun day at work. But when he came through the door expecting a kiss and a hug from Ponyboy (like he usually did) he spotted Curly Shepard with his arm linked around Ponyboy watching TV with him.

Darry and Soda had some mental restraining order on Curly Shepard to be at least three miles away from Ponyboy.

But the curly haired kid never got the message and kept mooching off of Ponyboy.

Ponyboy was too good to be around Curly.

"When I get my hands on you, YOU'RE GONNA' WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" Soda screamed.

"S-Soda," Ponyboy whimpered. "It' was nothing, really-"

"Oh yeah?"

The gang felt it was safe enough to put Soda back on the ground from restraining him. "You mean to tell me you two were just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing?!"

Ponyboy nodded. "Yes, we were just watching cartoons."

Soda's anger slowly went down and he took a deep breath. He smiled, ruffling Pony's hair.

"Alright, I believe you, Ponyboy." He ended that statement with a smile.

Curly took this opportunity to lie.

"Nice going Ponyboy, wanna' finish what we started?" He slurred.

This resulted in the gang having to hold back Soda again while Curly chuckled. He loved pissing Soda off.

"A long, long time ago-" Soda exasperated.

"One week ago." Steve's dry voice interrupted.

"Shut up! I'm telling the story!" Soda pounded his fist on the table, earning Steve's eye roll. Ponyboy blinked, confused.

"Anyway, a long, long time ago. When you were a cute little thing." He poked Ponyboy on the nose, earning a small giggle.

"Mom and Dad decided you were so cute that they didn't need another baby. So that's why you're the youngest!"

Ponyboy smiled. "Okay, you sure that's the truth?"

It was part of it. "Yes, Ponyboy. Now hurry up and finish your homework." Ponyboy nodded, running along to his room. Steve looked up from his deck of cards. Earlier today Ponyboy came in asking why he was the youngest of the family.

"Soda, you lied." Steve sighed.

Soda frowned. ". . . an' I have every right to."

Now Steve was curious. "Why's that?"

Soda sighed, setting down his card deck. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Ponyboy was upstairs and the door was closed, then he leaned in to whisper to Steve.

"Remember when I was begging Mom for another little brother or sister?" He asked.

Steve nodded. "I guess so, why?"

"Well, Mom was pregnant after Ponyboy, Steve." His voice was serious.

Steve's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah, but she wasn't pregnant for long."

Steve was confused. "What happened?"

Soda just smiled sadly. "Life's funny, huh?"

Steve got the message and shut his mouth. Soda felt tears come to his eyes and he slammed his fist on the table.

"I can't make a mistake, Steve."

Steve's eyes became dim watching his friend cry.

"I can't mess up, I just can't loose him Steve! I'll die if I loose Pony."

Steve nodded, folding in his deck. Steve knew there was a reason as to why Soda was clingy to the kid. He just didn't expect it to be so deep.

A cough?

A sniffle?

Ponyboy was bombarded with blankets, pillows, medicine and soup.

"Soda, I'm fine. It's just a cold." Ponyboy replied with a stuffy nose. Soda just tisked' away, gesturing for Ponyboy to open his mouth to allow the thermometer in. After a minute, Soda read how Pony had a fever.

Soda stared at the thermometer and Ponyboy bit his lip.

"Soda, don't do anything drastic-"

"DA-A-A-ARRY!"

Ponyboy covered his ears, Soda was screaming as if he were shanked in the stomach. Nevertheless, Darry came quickly in the room i time for a blubbering Soda to grip on his beater shirt.

"D-D-Darry," Soda sobbed. "Pony has a fever!"

Darry quickly approached Ponyboy, feeling his warm forehead and cheeks.

"You do feel warm, a little pale too. Ponyboy, just stay in bed today, alright?" Darry smiled. Ponyboy nodded.

"Meaning-" Darry yanked at least three books from behind Pony's pillow, but to Pony's displeasure. "None of this."

Ponyboy crossed his arms, he hated being sick. He wouldn't have minded so much if it weren't for the fact that Soda takes the day off when he's sick; just so Soda is by his side "healing" him. Soda's definition of "healing" meant watching him. . . literally, watching him. Ponyboy hated being watched when he was trying to fall asleep so sleep was impossible,Soda's bizarre cooking skills weren't used, (not that Pony cared) but Soda had this gross, goupy, broccoli soup that he made Pony eat.

"Com'on, Pony, Please? It's lunchtime and you need to eat something." Soda held a spoon to Pony's mouth but the greaser refused to eat.

It tasted like dirty socks and had a bad after taste.

Soda crossed his arms until a plan came across his head.

Ticking the greaser was fun and games, but he shoved the spoon in his mouth, meaning he won this round.

But this was the main reason Pony hated being sick.

That awful, cherry-lingering taste of cough syrup. Ponyboy swore the medicine was out dated. He didn't even know why Darry and Soda bought that kind, it was for little kids!

"Soda, Please don't make me take that." Ponyboy almost begged.

"Ponyboy, you're sick. Now com'on, sit up so I can give this to you." Soda sat next to the greaser, helping him to sit up.

Ponyboy didn't want to have a repeat of lunch time and his head hurt, all he wanted was some sleep.

So, reluctantly, he allowed Soda to give him two spoon-fulls. In return he was given a back rub and a lullaby.

Being sick did suck, but it was nice to cuddle next to someone and have them care about you. Ponyboy snuggled deep into Soda's arms, feeling warm and sleepy. Soda frowned and fought back tears.

He looked over at his dresser where the white paper taunted him.

What was Darry going to say?

Dallas had his own way of "protecting" Ponyboy.

It was that death glare that matched Darry's. He used it often. Dallas didn't mind hanging around Johnny Ponyboy, being the youngest members of the gang, they needed looking out for.

Since he didn't have (nor want) a job, he (secretly) volunteered to do the job.

Dallas let out a loud belch after chugging a Pepsi, amusing Johnny and Ponyboy. Darry looked up from his paper, looking disrought.

"That's disgusting, Dallas." He muttered.

"You can't tell me you don't do it." Dallas challenged.

Darry cocked an eyebrow. "I try and minimize the amount of gas that leaves my body."

"That's unhealthy, let it out, Darrel!" Dallas praised. Johnny smirked, shaking his head and Ponyboy bit his cheeks, fighting laughter.

Darry opened his mouth to argue when Two-Bit walked in.

"What's all the commotion?" After that question, he let out a lurch of a belch. Johnny and Dallas snickered while Darry rolled his eyes.

"Watch this!" Steve and Soda walked in from the back as Steve pounded on his chest, letting out one that was louder than Dally's. Dallas, Two-Bit, Soda, Johnny and Pony all laughed while Darry shook his head, closing his eyes.

Then Soda took the liberty of adding the cherry on top belching from A to G in the alphabet.

Ponyboy noticed through the laughter, a Pepsi untouched on the coffee table. When he chugged the whole thing, he let out a belch louder than all of the older greasers' combined. When he was finished, he was the only one laughing. Everyone else looked at him in disgust and shock.

"W-what?" He asked.

"Get in the corner, right now!" Darry stood up, appalled.

"Everyone else did it!" Ponyboy defended himself.

"Little-gentlemen don't do such disgusting gestures!" Darry kept pointing down the hallway to a corner until Pony groaned, standing up to put his nose in the corner.

Darry's eyebrows rose, impressed.

"Kid's got guts." He muttered to himself.

Though, he had to agree with Darry. It would be nice to have someone in the gang who didn't do disgusting, and vulger gestures for fun. Almost like a pure Greaser.

Dally felt a light bulb shine above his head.

No questions asked, he's keeping Ponyboy innocent.

Dally's story was based off of my brother and I. My brother was mad because I out-belched him in front of his friends, his excuse was: "Ladies don't belch." Yeah right. ;)

Reviews are coming along nicely, I mean from 12 to 30?! You gotta' be kidding me? That's amazing! More reviews like that and I'll make the chapters longer :) let's keep this flow, this current, this hurricane, this tsunami.

-Kylelover101