Author Note: My best friend was reading over this, but is pretty busy right now, so there might be a lot of grammar mistakes, since I really stink at grammar. Sorry!

Disclaimer: The story is my own, but the characters all belong to S.E. Hinton. Also, parts of the book are quoted, so that completely belongs to S.E. Hinton. Those parts are in italics. I always forget to do a disclaimer for the chapters, so if I do, that goes for always! And one final thing. I don't really know how I came up with the title. It just sort of popped into my head (don't worry, I'll work it in with the story), so if I heard that somewhere or something, like it sounds like a song, and accidentally stole it, plz don't sue me, thank you very much!

Ponyboy's POV

I thought of the house Johnny lived in, that terrible house he hated with those terrible parents who hated him. Maybe he had the home he dreamed of now, and maybe he was loved the way he deserved to be. I was still thinking about it when Soda pulled up.

"Where's Steve?" I asked, as Soda drove off.

"I guess at home. He called and said he wasn't feeling well and couldn't come. He told me he couldn't hang tonight, so I stayed home."

'Sorry, that must have been lonely. If I'd known, I would have asked you to come with us."

"That's ok. I was planning to go over and make sure he was alright, but he said it was really contagious and he was fine and I shouldn't bother."

"Really contagious and yet he's fine?" Kally asked.

"I guess so," Soda answered.

"Maybe we should go check on him. We don't have to, but I feel like we should…" she said.

"Actually me too," I agreed. "Just a feeling…"

"Well, we should never doubt your feelings. Do you want me to take you to the hospital first, Kally?"

"That's ok. It's out of your way and besides I'd feel better if I knew he was alright."

"But you're not suppose to be out for more than three hours at a time," I said.

"Yes, and it's only been two," she answered.

Soda agreed to let her go, only if we didn't stay too long. We didn't want to wear her out because she may be put in a critical condition.

We were at Steve's house in a matter of minuets. Soda decided to just walk in, rather than knock, so Steve wouldn't get up if he was resting. It didn't really matter though, we hardly ever knock. We usually just walk in and shout, "Hey".

"Anybody home," Soda called as we walked in. Kally and I followed, both silent and both (I assumer her too) with the same feeling of uncertainty.

'Soda stopped dead in his tracks and considering I wasn't paying that much attention where I was going, I nearly ran into him. I walked to his side and Kally to mine so that we all stood facing Steve.

A panicked expression caught his face as all our eyes trailed to the kitchen table (where he was currently sitting). There were those same squares. The ones that caused him to be haunted before. He was using LSD again, after he told us he wouldn't.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME OVER HERE!" Steve screamed at Soda.

"No you told me you were CONTAGIOUS man," Soda half yelled back, I could hear his voice break and he started to bawl pretty badly. I put my hand on his should and squeezed tight as if I could support him by doing so. "You told me you were sick," he cried trough helpless sobs, "but you're not are you…" his voice rose, "ARE YOU!" Steve didn't answer. Soda drew a quivering breath and this time said quietly so that it was a whisper, a cold unfriendly whisper I've never heard him use, "We've never lied to each other before…never, but that apparently means nothing to you."

"Give it a rest, will ya?" Steve said annoyed, "I didn't lie, I am sick: sick and tired of all this. My blasted old man left today, for good…took all his things. He aint coming back…" now Steve's voice rose, "HE AINT NEVER COMING BACK BECAUSE HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT...SO WHY SHOULD YOU!"

"I'm your best friend. You don't know that?"

"I do and that's why I didn't want you to see me like this. If you saw me doing this, it would put you in a bad mood, a contagious bad mood…now if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave. You came before I could take any…" I was about ready to pound Steve's head in. Soda never deserved to be yelled at, but Steve Screamed at him. Soda never deserved to bawl, but Steve made him anyway. Soda was my OLDER brother, but I was still protective of him. I was about to say something lousy to Steve, but Kally spoke first.

"I can't believe you," she said angrily, and if I hadn't seen her face I wouldn't have known she was crying, "You promised me you promised me,"

Steve's eyes were at first wide, almost from guilt. I knew Steve cared about Kally. He spent most of his time at the hospital, whether the rest of us were there or not. However, his expression faded quickly and he grew angry.

"Promises get broken every day in the real world, it's time to grow up," he said with an expression that clearly showed he didn't care what she thought. I was about to punch his head in now, but I was stopped suddenly because of the look on Kally's face. A wince like I had never seen before. Her tears which were soft and gentle grew violent and hysterical, and before I knew it she was sobbing worse than anything I had ever seen. My heart seemed to break and fall into the pit of my stomach, and I was nearly sick. I always hated Soda to feel bad, but I was always helpless when Johnny felt bad…and this was a little Johnny, scared, and defeated, and helpless.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE TELLING ME TO GROW UP!" She screamed through sobs. I had never seen her this hysterical and I didn't know she could be, "I WATCHED MY MOM DIE ON THE SIDE OF A ROAD BECAUSE A DRIVER WAS DOPED UP ON THAT TERRIBLE STUFF!" she was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe and I knew it took all her strength to speak, "YOU KNEW ABOUT THAT…YOU KNEW ABOUT EVERYTHING…I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING..AND YOU PROMISED YOU NEVER WOULD, YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T USE IT," I was crying now my self from the sight of her. She was so little and so hurt.

"Kally," I said as gently as possible,"please, you need to calm down. It's not good for you to get this upset. Come on, Soda can take you back to the hospital and I'll handle things here," I put my hand on her shoulder, but she quickly pushed it away. I looked up helplessly at Soda, unable to stand back up and still kneeling on the floor. Kally walked toward Steve.

"I mean nothing to you don't I?" She said in the hardest tone I'd ever heard. He failed to answer again and her voice grew and shook with anger, "I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU," she shouted. I stumbled to her side.

"Please calm down," I begged, "I don't want you to get sick." There was an eerie silence and she fell suddenly. I caught her in my arms, just as Darry and Lauren walked in.

"What's going in here? For Pete sake we were driving home and could here screaming from..." He stopped when he saw Kally.

"Call an ambulance," Lauren said in a concerned tone that turned my blood icy.

Darry ran for the phone and dialed the now very familiar number. Steve, wide eyed, fell to the floor and knelt down beside me and Kally. I was still holding her as he stroked her hair.

"Oh God," he said, half to himself, "What did I do? What did I do to my Little Kally?" His voice broke and tears poured from his eyes like an untamed river. I had never seen Steve cry…NEVER (at least when he wasn't doped up). I thought he'd forgotten how at an early age, but I guess he remembered now. He may have cried the night we lost Johnny and Dally, but I wouldn't know, that memory is still unclear. Not like this one, this one is clear in my mind and will be forever. Each tear that flowed from his eyes showed me one thing….

Johnny was the only thing Dally loved….

…….Kally was the only thing Steve loved.