Soda and Pony were arguing about something. It was in audible but it was intense you could tell by their facial expressions. Suddenly sound came back. "Why do you hate me, Pony?!" Soda yelled.
"You know why, you dick!" Pony yelled back.
"No I don't!"
"It's because you hate me back!" he yelled. Soda was stunned. He didn't hate Pony. Pony got in Soda's face making him back up screaming: "You hate me! You hate me! You hate me! You hate me!". He walked away.
"Why, Pony?! Huh?! Why would I hate you?!" he screamed causing Pony to come back.
"I don't know why! Ask yourself!" he screamed getting in Soda's face. "You just think I'm a way to pass the time! A fucking waste!" Pony cried. Ponyboy's vulgarity caused Soda to wrap his hand around something in anger. "You hate me! You're beating me! You Hateful. Evil. Selfish piece of shi-" Pony was cut off by something painful hitting him in the head. It was one of Pony's track trophies. He fell to his knees blood coming down his head making a small stream pour down the left side of his face. It dripped down his chin onto the floor.
Pony fell on his face but flipped over to get the pressure off of his already pained head. He was staring at the ceiling. "I-I'm sorry..." he muttered extending his hand. Soda lightly grabbed it and pulled him up hitting him on the head with the trophy again causing blood to splatter onto the television screen and the floor. He fell back onto his back.
Soda dropped the trophy and put his legs on both sides of Pony. Pony was looking straight up at him with blood still dripping from his head. Soda looked pissed, but calm at the same time. "You're right. You are so smart Ponyboy." Soda began. A tear found it's way out of Ponyboy's eye. "You can read me like a book." he lifted his hands. "I hate you, Ponyboy Michael Curtis. I hate your intelligence. I hate your grayish eyes. I hate your auburn hair. I hate the things you like. I hate how clingy you are. I hate how fast you are. I hate how sensitive you are. I hate how every time you have a nightmare I have to comfort you. That's what I hate the most." Soda put his hands on Pony's neck squeezing. "I hate having to comfort you." he's grip became tighter. "You wanna know why? Because I fucking hate you." Pony could feel the evil sincerity in Soda's voice. He meant every single word. "Now, just die. Ponyboy. Michael. Curtis" He drifted into nothingness as Soda's grip tightened.
Soda was being pulled away in a black tuxedo from being at the funeral of the person he hated the most. Being a minor the police let him go to his brother's funeral. As he was being pulled away by the fuzz Darry finally broke. He collapsed to his knees and grabbed the carpet and clenched it tightly. He was crying. They finally broke him. He snapped. He would lose his mind and get sent to the loony house where he would commit suicide and die. The family of Curtis would no longer exist.
Ponyboy woke up and flew into a sitting position. He panted and lightly sobbed. He didn't want Soda's comfort, he might get angry. When Pony was finished sobbing he laid back down and fell asleep at the edge of the bed keeping a measurable distance between himself and Soda, who may or may not hate him.