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Ponyboy's POV

I woke up early the next day. I walked out of mine and Soda's room, and into the living room. Two-Bit was asleep on the couch, still holding a bottle of beer in his hand. Typical Two-Bit. I walked into the kitchen to get a piece of cake. There was none. Damn it! We need to make more cake. So instead, I got a beer and sat down in Darry's recliner. I took small sips, then decided to go outside. I walked out onto the porch and sat on the front steps. It was almost seven-thirty, but I was already full of energy. Someone came out, and sat down on the steps next to me.

"Hiya, Pony! What are ya doin up this early?" It was Two-Bit. I guess I woke him up.

I grinned at him. "Nothin. Just woke up and decided to get my lazy ass in gear." I said

Two-Bit laughed. "Man, Pone! Ya changed a lot since ya ran away. I remember the quiet, shy, boy ya used to be. Now ya kinda remind me a little of dally! Ain't that something?" he exclaimed.

I looked at him. "I remind ya of Dallas?" I asked. I haven't even thought of Dally since I got to New York and found my gang. I used to not like dally, and now look at me! I am kinda like dally. I guess I owe dally an apology. It feels good being the toughest hood around. It was dally that got me going to New York. I wanted to take Dally's advice. And boy howdy, did I take it too far.

"Yup!" Two-Bit said. "So, what are ya planning on doin today?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Not sure." then I got a gun idea. "What to go do some shoppin with me?" I asked, with a mischievous smile.

Two-Bit was confused. "Shopping? For what, Pone?"

He didn't know what I meant by 'Shopping', but that didn't matter. Two-Bit loves shoplifting, and I don't get to hang out with him as much as I want to.

"Oh, I don't know. Various items?" I said

"Sure, Pone. I'll come with ya. I was planning to bug ya all day anyway." he laughed.

I grinned. Good old Two-Bit. It felt good to be home.

Two-Bit's POV

We left a couple hours later. We were walking to the grocery store, where all the neighborhood greasers hang around. The store has always been a local greaser hang out. I remember that time so long ago, when Pony was fending off all those socs. I was worried he would end up all tough. I didn't think it was a good thing for the kid. So many greasers end up like that, and not many have a gift like Pony has. I was worried that if he got tough, that would change. Well, he ended up getting tough anyway, but he still had that special thing in him. He reminded me of Dally sometimes. That's probably a bad thing, but who am I to judge? I'm only drunk old Two-Bit, not almighty god!

We walked down the street, and everything was quiet. Ponyboy was still pretty quiet and to himself. Even if his looks were different, he was still a lot like the old Ponyboy. I could tell. But then I noticed the mustang following us. Uh-oh.

The car stopped at the curb in front of us. Four socs got out, and surrounded us.

"Look it here, boys. We better clean this street up from all its trash." The tall soc with black hair mocks.

"Who ya callin trash, ya lowlife! The only trash I see around here, are the ones in front of me!" Ponyboy yells at them. I can tell Pony is fuming. He looks ready to kill. Why did they have to pick us to jump? I'm glad Pony is my friend. I sure wouldn't want him as an enemy. I'm scared just thinking about it. Ponyboy looks pissed, and I thank god that I'm not in there position right now.

The soc looks almost afraid when his eyes land on Pony, but he continues anyway. Big mistake. "You better watch yer mouth, ya little shit!"

Ponyboy walks up to the soc, and I see fear show in his eyes. I almost feel sorry for him. Ponyboy punches him in the face, and the guy goes down. He's out cold. Wow. I never knew Pony could punch like that.

The socs start throwing punches on me and Pony. Ponyboy fights like no one I've ever seen. He dodges, kicks, punches, jumps back, flips over… its like watching a frickin scene from an action movie! And he's smiling, too! Has he finally lost it?

We set the last three running, and one of them drag the one Pony knocked out, away. Ponyboy was cussing them out as they ran. He was saying every dirty word in the book. Stuff that would make Dallas Winston blush.

I looked at Pony and grinned. That kid sure was something.

"Come on. I still want to go shopping." he said.

I laughed. "Yer a wild thing, Pone. Just crazy."

"Yer ain't a'woofin." I heard him mutter.

Ponyboy's POV

We reached the store and went inside. I went through the aisles. I found a car magazine, and swiped it up.

"This is all I wanted, Two-Bit. Lets beat it out of here." I say quietly, so no one hears.

"Ain't ya forgettin somethin, Pone? Perhaps paying?" Two-Bit asks as we make our way to the door.

I shake my head. "Nope. Not forgetting a thing." I say and grin.

Understanding shows in his eyes. He grins also. "Ya little sonofagun." he chuckles.

We make it out of the store unnoticed, and start our walk back towards my house. We make it back faster then we thought we would, and Two-Bit and I greet Steve, who must've came over while we were out.

"Hey Pone, ya know that shirt makes ya k like a bum, right?" Ah. Good old Steve. Always there to bitch on me, like one of my many ex-girlfriends. Except Steve is just being Steve.

I look at him with my death glare. "Hey Steve, ya know yer face makes ya look ugly, right?" I retort.

Soda and Two-Bit laugh. And Steve scowls. "Hardy, fucking, har. Smart ass." Steve hisses.

I grin. "Got that right." Soda and Two-Bit crack up again.

Sirens are heard in the distance, but no one pays any attention. Its normal in our neighborhood. The sirens grow louder and Darry walks in from the kitchen.

"Damn. Those sirens sure sound loud." Darry says.

Soda and Two-Bit have stopped laughing now, and were listening to the sirens. Even Steve was listening.

"Yeah." Soda agrees. "They sound close, too."

Now I listen. He was right, they DID sound close. A little too close… I remembered what Chris had said on the phone earlier this morning, before I left with Two-Bit…

-flash back

"Hey Chris. Any news?" I ask Chris, who had just called.

"Um… no not really… just wanted to call ya, and say that, uh…" he paused.

"What is it?" I was getting annoyed.

"Well, there's a small chance that they might be able to track ya down." he says, sounding a little frightened.

"What! How?" I ask, feeling my happiness being thrown out the window.

"Well, uh, they sorta followed Tony back to the warehouse. Tony didn't know, though. They searched the place and found a picture of you and some guys. In the picture, there's a building behind ya that says Tulsa. They might find out where ya are." Chris says real fast.

I'm shocked. Of course! I didn't bring my stuff from New York back to Tulsa. This is VERY BAD.

"What should I do then? Find another place to hide?" I ask, close to panic.

"NO! Stay where ya are for now. If ya think that there comin for ya, then get out of there. But stay put for now. Got it?"

I agreed and hung up…

The sirens sounded very close. Then I heard them turn onto our street. My face paled. This is bad! Before I could run for it, I heard the cars stop in front of our house. Holy shit! I gotta beat it out of here! I thought, but my feet wouldn't move.

Instead, I say, "Crap! It's the fuzz! Damn it!"

Everyone looks at me, and Darry opens his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when someone kicked the door open.

"Freeze!" a cop yells.

The cops have my hands behind my back in a heartbeat, and I was pushed on the ground. The gang was pushed back as they pushed me towards their car outside.

I can hear my brothers yelling in protest at the cops.

"Ponyboy!" Soda was yelling, trying to get to me.

Darry, Two-Bit and Steve were demanding information on what was going on. Soda pushed his way through the cops and was running over to me, as I was pushed into the back of a police car.

"Ponyboy!" Soda yelled again. Cops swarmed around him and pushed him back. "NO! let me go!"

Soda made eye contact with me. Soda's determined and frantic look was the last thing I saw before I was driven away from my home…

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