Updated August 14, 2020. This story is discontinued.

New Story is called a Motion of Space

He stayed home from school that Friday of course.

Darry had forced him too, but Ponyboy didn't really complain or mind. He wanted to stay home. He didn't want to put up with the Socs that day. He was too tired and distracted.

But it was more of the distraction that was nagging at him. That and his dream.

When he had thrown up loudly in his room, Darry had rushed in asking if he was okay. Pony had of course launched that rock outside his window in such a panic, and Darry thought something was really wrong with him.

Soda didn't ask any questions when he saw that Pony was still in the kitchen, when he headed out to work. He only quickly glanced at him and Pony assumed that Soda had heard his 'show' in the morning. He didn't really mind though, because he had gotten used to the fact that Soda probably didn't really care about him anymore. He probably didn't care about anything anymore.

That part, he believed.

Pony was lazing around on the couch, watching some tv when he fell asleep. He'd been real bored and he felt like he hadn't slept at all.

He'd been watching an episode of Mickey Mouse and wondered if Two-Bit or Soda still watched. He hadn't been paying much attention either. Thinking of his friends and brothers as they once used to be, hurt him. He felt the pain in his bones. The way it left a gaping whole in him, was too much to bear. He opened a pack of gum and shoved three stick on his mouth.

If he knew that he was going to fall asleep, and what he was going to dream about, he would've stayed awake.

o-o-o

Pony found himself sitting down underneath a tree. He was leaning against it, looking at the white branches. Oh, no. I'm here again.

This time he didn't feel the peace. He felt anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Right in front of him was Logan, he was smiling, and the anxiety crept up to his heart.

Hello Ponyboy.

Pony sat up quickly and scooted away. "What am I doing here? How do you know my name?"

Logan stood up, once again ignoring his questions.

I told you to hold on to the stone. But instead you threw it out as if it were nothing. Don't you want to make a wish?

Pony stood up, and stumbled away. "Wishes never come true. Leave me alone."

Just make a wish. You can wish for anything.

"Can you just leave me alone? This is stupid. Wished don't come true because it's fake. Santa Clause is also fake."

The little boy appeared to be laughing.

Did you forget already? I told you that just because my physical body appears to that of a young boy, it doesn't mean that I am one. I'm older than you actually.

Pony narrowed his eyes. "Oh yeah? Well the, what's .. . . 45 times 30."

Logan smiled and without missing a beat he said, 1350

"How do I know that you aren't lying?"

Ask me something else.

"What's the capital of the United States?"

Easy. Washington D.C.

"What does DC stand for?"

Easy again. District of Columbia.

"Hmm. Then why are you so small? Why don't you choose like an adult body. You can't go anywhere alone looking like that."

We're not here to talk about me or to test my intelligence. Right now, this is all for you.

Pony snorted."Can I wake up now?"

Logan ignored him.

I know you miss your friends.

Pony froze, he could feel the tears already. "You know about my friends?"

Yeah. Johnny and Dally right? They're nice.

He scowled dangerously. "How would you know huh? You've never met them. You're not real either."

Ponyboy I am as real as you are.

Pony flinched visibly. He could feel the anger rising in his chest. He felt the heat rise to his forehead. "YOU AREN'T REAL, LITTLE KID! YOU ARE JUST A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION!"

He slumped down. "My imagination . . ."

Holding back the tears made his head heart. He would feel the mass behind his eyes and nose, but he refused to let a single tear fall. He looked up at the white sky. The stress of losing his friends and still being bullied had really messed him up . . .

Logan smirked. Pony guess that it was supposed to be a playful smirk, but it didn't feel like it. It wasn't a humourous smirk, it was an ominous one. And it sent violent shivers down Pony's spine. He turned stone cold. He was shaking.

Logan opened his mouth as he spoke this time. Except, his voice was deep. Nothing like his other voice. Nothing like a child's voice.

"Oh Ponyboy Curtis, if you only understood that I'm trying to do to help you." Logan sighed and slung his arm over Pony's shoulder.

Pony tensed and swallowed, "Listen man, I just want to wake up right now. I swear I'll make the wish soon. Let me some time to think about it okay?"

"Ponyboy Curtis, you only have tonight to make your wish. Otherwise your life will go on as nothing has happened. You don't really want that right? I saw the way you look at everyone. Two-Bit isn't himself. Soda isn't himself. Steve isn't himself. Well, Darry, he can manage, but no one is truly themselves. You remember all those good times right? With Johnny and Dally?And everyone right?"

Pony closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. "Just wake me up." He said icily.

o-o-o

Pony woke up by falling of the couch. It wasn't a pleasant experience, because he was still a little sore from being slammed against the lockers at school. But it didn't hurt him as much. Not as much as the thought of Dally and Johnny possibly coming back to life.

He scrambled up, in a small state of panic. His heart beating faster than he had ever experienced it, even when he ran track.

And you wouldn't believe it. Right there, in his palm, when he uncoiled it, was the same silver, round rock he had thrown out the window when he woke up. So of course when he saw that, he panicked even more because coincidences and things like these just didn't happen. There was no way he could've dreamt that, but there was also no way that it was real.

This sudden realization made him hyperventilate. Imagine, dreaming that you could wish your dead friends alive. That couldn't happen. He had watched them die right in front of him. There was no way they could come back to life.

He took a deep breath.

It had just been a dream. It isn't real.

Suddenly, a loud, deep voice called out. "Hey Ponyboy! You awake? What was that thump?"

He jumped once again and dropped the rock. "Darry? Is that you?" He pat his hair. "I fell off."

"Yeah, you've been sleeping for a while now. Did you fall asleep right before I came, or later?"

"What time did you get here?" Ponyboy eyed the glint of the rock.

"I got here about half an hour ago."

"What time is is?" Pony asked as he took another deep breath, in hopes of trying to calm down.

Ponyboy heard Darry move around in the kitchen. "It's 6:43. What time did you snooze off?"

Around 11 am. "An hour ago. "

"Did you sleep peacefully?"

No. "Yeah."

"Good!" No, not good.

Ponyboy stood up slowly. The room was spinning.

"Darry I'm going to my room okay? I'll going to sleep soon."

"What? Why so early? Weren't you just taking a nap?"

"I don't know. I still feel tired."

"Fine. Okay. But did you eat? Did you take your pills?" Darry hollered out, and for some reason it made his ears ring. It wasn't even that loud. He always talked like that.

No, in fact he hadn't done either of those. He took a deep breath and bent over to pick up the rock. It felt heavy in his hands.

"Yeah I did." He lied. This time it didn't feel right.

"Okay. Have fun!" Darry called playfully.

If you only knew Darry . . .

He was in no manner, going to fall asleep. No way, no how. When he reached his room, he closed the door silently and threw the rock onto his bed.

"You're not going to leave me alone. Not until I make my wish right?" He asked angrily.

The rock seemed to glow at him. But that didn't seem logical. It didn't seem real. Ponyboy rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. "Great, I'm starting to see things."

He was really starting to think he was going crazy. He'd been watching too many movies . . .

"You know what? I can't take it anymore. I have to get it off my chest." He went over to the rock and held it in his grip. "Yeah, I do feel alone a lot." He whispered to himself. He could feel the lump all the way in the back of his throat. "I wish that no one had died. I wished I started that day all over again. It was all my fault, and you have no idea how much I would give to do it all over again. You have no idea."

He wiped a tear that fell down his cheek. He shoved the silver rock at the bottom of his sock drawer. "There, are you happy now?"

o-o-o

Oh, of course Logan was happy. Logan smiled to himself and cracked his knuckles. He pushed back his raven black hair. (He bet you expected him to be a blonde little kid, nah fam)

"Time to get to work."

And when his masterpiece was done. He smiled proudly, viewing his work.

"Ponyboy Curtis," He laughed and took a step back. "You'll be thanking me later."

o-o-o

Even though he had blatantly refused to go to sleep, eventually laying in the dark tapping his fingers bore him.

The thing that woke him up was the light. The bright light that shone right in front of his face. And then that's when he realized that he wasn't at home.