Chapter 26
Darry POV
The four of us got home from the rumble. As soon as we got in the house, and Ponyboy saw us, he looked really sad.
I knew he was blaming himself. He said, "Where were you guys?"
Soda went over by him and said, "It doesn't matter. Were here now."
They hugged, and Ponyboy looked like crying. To ease the tension, Two-bit turned on the TV.
Since it was Saturday, and Two-bit and Steve were staying, I decided to go to bed. It was late at night, and I was tired.
I said goodnight to everyone, gave my brothers a hug, and went to my room.
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Shane POV
We lost the rumble. That kid is going to pay.
He'd better be at school tomorrow. If not, I know where he lives. Than an idea came across my mind.
On Monday, if he didn't go to school, and if I didn't want to go to his house, I could get to him... Through someone else.
I knew just the person.
Steve POV
After the rumble, we got to the Curtis's house. The moment Ponyboy saw us, he looked sad and upset. Due to some of our injuries, he must have known that we were at a rumble.
Soda went over to him, and said some things. I wasn't paying them much attention though.
My mind was on other things. I had to admit it… I was thinking about Shane. I hated him, and I knew he hated us. Mainly Ponyboy.
Two-bit turned on the TV, and snapped me back to reality. I now noticed that Sodapop and Ponyboy were hugging.
After a few minutes, Darry decided to go to bed. Something came to my mind. I wanted to ask Ponyboy a question, one he didn't answer yet.
I noticed that Ponyboy and Sodapop had stopped hugging. I went over to them and asked Ponyboy if I could talk to him in the kitchen.
He nodded and got up off of the got into the kitchen, and I asked, "Hey. Um, that day… The socs... "
He looked confused, and I continued, "W-why did you take the knife?"
His gaze softened, but he still looked confused. Than it came to me… He had no memory of it.
I felt very bad now. I used to always be mean to Ponyboy. I called him a tag-along, and got mad when Soda spent more time with him rather than me.
Now, I treated him differently. Who wouldn't? He's 14, and he almost died for me, even though I was a jerk sometimes.
He could have died that day, and now he has no memory of it.
I said, "Before you lost your memory, the socs cornered us, and t-they had a knife. They aimed it at m-me, but you took the blow… I know y-you don't remember it, b-but why did you do it?"
His face was expressionless, until he smiled. He said, "You're my friend, Steve."
I felt really bad. He didn't remember that I was mean to him.
I said, "But I had been mean to you not t-to long ago. Why did you do it? We weren't the best of friends and the time."
He said, "We were part of a gang Steve. Maybe we weren't friends. I don't know. All I know is that we are now. Gang members stick together."
And with that he left the kitchen.
How could I have been so mean to him? Why was I such a butthead? I sighed, and left the kitchen also.
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