This is from two POV's Pony's and Johnny's. Hope you enjoy

Ponyboy's POV

It was odd, one moment I was lying peacefully in Darry's arms resting my head on his chest while he sang to me, the next I was floating next to the moon then there was a bright flash and I was in the arms of my parents. I looked around and saw the most beautiful sights ever but at that moment I was so happy to see my mom and dad again that i didn't really care, then I remembered Johnny. My parents are in the middle of telling me that I have a job to do, look after my brothers and friends but I can only focus on Johnny, did he understand what I told him? Did he feel the same way?

"Mom?" I ask quietly

"Yes sweetheart" she replies

"Do you think Johnny feels the same way about me that I do about him?" I ask

"I think so" she replies running her hand through my hair I snuggle into her, I know I have to go back soon and look after my friends but I really want to stay right here with my parents. They tell me how proud they are of me before I am transported back to Tusla. After a couple mishaps including spilling some weird ghost coffee and lighting fire with a snap of my fingers, also a couple of weird floating mishaps that made me glad no one else could see me I got the hang of being a ghost. After watching the sunrise at the top of the empire state building in new york I figured I should go see if I could keep Johnny company. As I walked to the hospital I noticed the rumble about to start. Darry's expression looked colder and meaner than Dally's ever did, I could tell both my brothers were pissed at the socs, but there was nothing I could do. I walked over quickly and even though no one can see me I hugged Darry and Soda. I think they could tell I was there with them. I had to leave though, Johnny needed me. I arrived kinda early so I went to go see who else could see me, some old guys kinda got freaked out, maybe a semi transparent teen wearing a black hoodie (I stopped by my house earlier to grab some better clothes) and carrying a copy of Two-Bit's switch (yeah I took that too, grabbing the 'spirits' of things is awesome) reminded them of the grim reaper. I walked into Johnny's room, laughing as people walked right through me, it tickled like crazy, he looked really weak, I noticed Dally sprinting out of the room and shake my head. I clasped Johnny's hand in mine and he opened his eyes, he seemed happy to see me. After he told me that he felt the same way about me that i felt about him we spent the last 45 minutes of his life kissing, cuddling and talking, nurses came in and out, of course walking and standing right through me and I had to keep from falling over laughing because of how much it tickled. After Dally decided to deliberately ignore Johnny's request of not doing anything stupid and ruining our moment I tackled the lunatic greaser and Johnny and I went to his house. What happened there was a shock and a half, Johnny's parents actually cared about him. We went to mount everest to watch the sunrise there and cuddle for a bit before heading to Paris. After fooling around in the city of lights, which included Johnny being goofy and drawing pencil mustaches on us and sword fighting with baguettes, oh and pulling a baret over his eyes we headed back to Tusla. It was weird being back home after traveling the world but Johnny and I went to go see Dally first, poor guy looked like he had been crying all night in his cell. He looked really disheveled, plus a large scrape on his cheek from hitting the pavement after my linebacker worthy tackle.

"Hey Dal" says Johnny quietly sitting next to him, I know Dally was the closest thing Johnny had to a big brother. Us being in the room seems to help Dally because his sobbing reduces to sniffles. He lay down on the thin mattress of the cell bed and fell asleep, Johnny ran his hand through Dally's ungreased blonde hair, well as much as he could because his hand ghosted through. I could see Johnny start to cry and I heard him whisper

"Why didn't you listen to me? I wanted you to live for me and make sure Darry and Soda do the same for Pony."

"Johnny, not everyone is able to follow our last wishes, the most we can do is watch over them and try to protect them, I might be able to keep a ladder from falling on Darry or a Car from crushing Soda but I can't stop grief from clouding their judgment. Just because you asked Darry not to do anything stupid, in his mind it wasn't stupid, it was the only way he knew how to deal with such an immense emotion, I'm not saying what he did was right, but he doesn't know any other way to deal with this." I tell him

"Pony? When did you become so wise?" he asks

"Since I started taking Darry's advice and actually using my head, using logic and reasoning helped me cope with this huge change. It wasn't easy but when the consequences of your stupidity hit you in the face like a brick wall to the point where all you can tell your family, much too late, is I'm sorry, it is time for a change." I tell him, he pulls me into a hug, man being the one with all the answers is exhausting, he seems to realize I'm tired so we suddenly find ourselves in my old bedroom. He's getting the hang of this. I can hear Soda crying from Darry's room, he must have been lonely in his room by himself, once again guilt wells up inside me, if I hadn't run away that night my family would still be whole. I burrow my face in Johnny's chest and feel tears stream down my face. Johnny rubs my back in that comforting way that always manages to calm me down. Eventually I fall asleep and for once, no nightmares plague my dreams, man a boyfriend is much better at chasing those away than a brother.

Johnny's POV

Alright i need to step up, Pony should not have to try and be the adult here, that's my job. I pull the blanket over both of us, I'm not really tired but Pony seems to have overused his newfound powers a bit and looks ready to sleep for the next 48 hours. It's early Sunday morning so I hear the gang out in the living room, I think I hear Darry talking about working overtime tonight to pay for the funerals and bail Dally out of jail.

"Darry you know you don't have to do all this yourself, Pony wouldn't want you working yourself into the ground" comes Two-Bit's voice

"How else are we going to get Dally out of jail for him to be able to attend, I know he would want to miss his last chance to say goodbye to Johnny" says Darry

"But you can ask for help Dar, you're going to make yourself sick working this much" says Steve

"Also we can ask the police if there is any chance of letting Dally out for one day for the funeral, I'm sure with the proper reasoning they'd allow it" says Two-Bit. I hear what sounds like someone sitting on the couch and I assume it's Darry. I gently tuck the blanket around Pony and walk through the wall. Darry is on the couch head in his hands, man I don't think I've ever scene that guy cry that much. Steve is comforting Soda who is wrapped in a blanket that I recognize used to be on Pony's bed. Steve sits him and Soda down next to Darry, the two brothers don't look live they have slept at all this entire week. I sigh and head back into the bedroom and pull Pony into my arms, it is going to take a long time for everything to go back to normal.