The last installment of this story. I hope you all enjoyed the ride! Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are amazing.

Oh and one last thing... your reviews for the last chapter... they amused me. And they also made me post this chapter... now... so... AARDVARK.

-Jasmine

The morning was sweet and peaceful. There were birds singing outside. The sun was shining! It was like nothing in the world could go wrong. It was like nothing in the world had ever gone wrong. The Curtis household was quiet. No one was awake yet. It was a Sunday, no one had work. Not even Darry. Everyone was taking advantage of this and trying to sleep in.

Darry was the first to wake up. He groaned and hit his alarm clock to turn it off. He swung his feet over and stood up. Oh boy, did he hurt. It was like he had just gotten hit by a truck. Darry didn't know if he should apply heat or ice. He didn't even know where it hurt the most.

"I'm gonna have to get Sodapop to rub my back. I guess I really am working too hard." Darry muttered to himself. That would teach him a lesson about taking too many shifts. Darry slid his feet across the carpeted floor of his bed room and pulled on some pants. He didn't bother with a shirt. It was way too hot out, anyways.

Darry passed his brothers' room and banged on the door a few good times. Hollering a,

"Get up!" before heading in to the kitchen and starting breakfast. He looked in the icebox. They had plenty of eggs, but they had eggs for breakfast all well. Darry decided that it would be a good day for some toast and turned on the oven.

After a few minutes Sodapop walked into the kitchen holding his stomach.

"Hey, Darry?" He asked, "Where's the aspirin?" Darry gave his little a confused look and pointed at the top of the icebox where a small basket of medication sat.

"Why?" He asked. Sodapop shook his head.

"My stomach really hurts." He told him.

"Did you eat something funny last night?" He wondered.

"Not like that," Sodapop explained, "It's like I got a spear to the stomach."

"Odd."

"Morning, guys." Ponyboy greeted as he walked in the kitchen as well. Both Darry and Soda called out in greeting. Soda was just putting the aspirin back when Pony took it from his hands.

"What's wrong with you?" Darry asked and laid the toast on the table along with some orange juice and coffee.

"Way to mix it up, Dar." Sodapop muttered but no one paid him any mind.

"My chest hurts." Pony explained. Darry squinted his eyes in confusion.

"You know, mine does, too." He said, "That and my whole back." Pony offered some pills and Darry grudgingly accepted them.

"Your back hurts because you've been working too hard." Soda pointed out, his mouth overflowing with toast.

"Chew first, buddy." Darry told him and went back to making more toast. There was a loud bang and Pony knew that Steve or Two-Bit was there.

"Honey, I'm home!" Two-Bit called. Pony rolled his eyes and took a bite of his own toast. Though it was ripped out of his mouth by Two-bit and his other piece of toast was grabbed by Steve.

"No guys, go ahead," Pony muttered to himself, "I wasn't even that hungry anyways..." Steve walked over to Darry who had put the aspirin down on the counter next to him.

"Oh! Aspirin, perfect!" He said and dry swallowed about five. Darry rolled his eyes.

"You don't need that many, Steve. Just take two next time." He advised. Steve shook his head.

"Oh yes I do. I have the worst headache in this history of headaches." He announced.

"Worse than," Two-Bit butt in, his mouth full of food, "Than that Forth of July party where you-"

"Yes, Two-bit. Worse than that."

"Intense." He commented and went back to his food. The door slammed loudly again and Ponyboy noticeably flinched. Dallas Winston sauntered in.

"Mornin' Dal." Steve called and Dallas nodded his head in his direction before sitting at the table and drinking some orange juice. Johnny followed closely behind.

"Hey, Darry?" He asked. The gang went pretty quiet and Darry asked,

"Yea, Johnnycake?" Johnny almost blushed at the nickname.

"Do you have any aspirin?" Darry nodded and handed over the bottle.

"What is with everyone needing aspirin today?" He wondered aloud.

"I don't know." Steve said, "But I do know that I feel like I got hit by a truck." Steve's head was down on the table and he watched as a drip of water slid down the side of his glass.

"Well... okay then." Soda commented and went into the living room, "Come on, Steve. Lay down, maybe that will help." Steve nodded and followed him; rubbing his temples. He lay down on the couch and propped his feet up right next to Soda's face.

"Well, golly, Steve!" Soda said, "I didn't know you had a tattoo!" Steve gave Soda a weak annoyed look.

"What are you babbling about, I don't have a tattoo." The rest of the gang came into the living room now. They all wanted to hear about Steve's tattoo.

"Yes you do! I see it, it's right here on the bottom on your foot."

"No, I don't." Steve argued. Two-Bit walked over and looked at Steve's foot.

"Yea you do, buddy," He told him, "What's that say?" He squinted his eyes, "Adam Avion?" Steve gave him a confused look and looked at his own foot. There is was in fine, small black script.

Adam Avion

"What the hell?" Everyone started to laugh. Whether it was because of Steve's confusion or the fact that he had a tattoo on the bottom of his foot, no one really knew.

"Who is he, Steve?" Soda asked between laughing gasps for breath, "Your boyfriend?"