Memories

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A/N. You guys should all know that I love you, and I'm basically writing this story for you, and because it gives me something to do, but that's not the point.
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This is chapter you've all been waiting for. Or at least maybe wondering about. This is the first chapter without Darry's POV. And now I present, "Kryptonite" chapter four.
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Fyremoon

* Pony's POV*
* That day*

I was walking along the road with Johnny. We weren't doing much, just talking really. Johnny was venting out his anger over his parents. They have biological relations to Johnny, but nothing else.
" I hate them Pony, I really do," he said angrily.
It frightened me to see Johnny angry. Sometimes I forgot that he was two years older than me, and it was times like this that I remembered.
" I know Johnny, but you know you've always got us right?" I asked him hopefully.
He slung an arm over my shoulder.
" Yeah, and it's a good thing too, or I'd go crazy," he said.
" I know," I said.
I didn't really mean to say it. I was just thinking out loud. I studied Johnny's face carefully to see if he seemed upset. He had a slight smile on his face, and I was glad to see that he was smiling
" The whole gang knows by know," he said.
" Yeah, and that's why we're so watchful over ya Johnny, to keep you from going crazy," I said.
He laughed a little and said,
" Good to know,".
We reached my house and Johnny took his arm off my shoulder.
Then I waved goodbye to Johnny and walked up the front steps. I hoped Darry wasn't too mad at me for being gone so long. I have enough to worry about without him yelling at me. I reached for the doorknob and cautiously opened the door. Instead of the Darry I was expecting to find, standing up and looking stern, he was sitting on the couch. He had a picture in his hands and he was gazing at it intently with a sad smile on his face.
" Hi Darry," I said and cleared my throat.
He barely looked up.
" Hey Pony," he said without taking his eyes off of the picture.
I walked over to the couch, but didn't sit down.
" What are you looking at?" I asked him.
He patted the space on the couch next to him.
"Sit down," he told me.
It was nice to have Darry treat me like this. Like how he used to, before the accident. I looked down at the photo and something caught in my throat. The picture was taken on my twelfth birthday and I remembered it like it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad were still alive then. As soon as I looked at the picture I remembered it was almost the day that they died. I'd felt so proud of myself to finally be twelve. When you're a little kid, twelve seems grown up. Nowadays twelve year olds seem like little kids to me. Even though it's only been two years.
"Remember that?" Darry asked me softly.
I nodded.
" Yeah, my twelfth birthday," I said.
"Mom made you that chocolate cake," Darry said.
" And Dad slipped me that pack of cigarettes when she wasn't looking," I said.
Darry laughed a little. It was nice to hear him laugh.
" Yeah, what was it he said?" he asked me.
" Well now that you're going to be smoking, then I want to know you're smoking something I gave you," I said.
" And then he whispered, " Don't let your mother find out," Darry said.
I smiled at the memory. Then I looked at the calendar on the wall. Red Xs ran through it up to the seventh, which was today. On the tenth there had been made a tiny mark. A morbid reminder that our parents were dead.
" I miss them Darry," I said.
He pulled me into a hug.
" I know, we all do," he said.
I looked at the picture and was suddenly pulled back into my memories.

*Flashback*

"Quit poking me Soda!" I cried at my almost fifteen year old brother.
" Oh come on Pony, lighten up," he said with a laugh.
"Sodapop, if your brother says stop then stop," our mother told him.
Soda poked me a few more times then stopped.
" Ok Mom," he said.
I knew Soda wasn't doing it to be mean. He loves me a lot even though he's all ready a teenager and I just turned twelve. Today was my twelfth birthday actually. I was standing in front of the house with Mom, Dad, Sodapop, and our older brother Darry, who's eighteen.
"Steve are you almost ready?" Dad asked Soda's best friend Steve Randall.
Steve doesn't really like me much, and sometimes I think that's not fair. He says I'm just a tag a long and a kid. I guess he's right about the kid part though. He was standing in front of our house about to take a picture of all us. It's a Curtis family tradition, to take a family picture on everyone's birthday. I think it's kind of silly, but Mom and Dad insist.
" Yeah Steve you ready?" Darry asked him.
I knew he just wanted the picture to be over with so he could go inside and call his girlfriend, Liana. They just started going out a couple months ago. I like her. She's real nice and she and Darry get along really well.
" Ok ready when you are," Steve called.
We all looked at the camera. Smiling a little, but not too much.
" Hey Soda, you're cracking the lens," Steve called.
" Naw, you just need to point it away from your face!," Soda called back.
I heard Mom give a slight chuckle and she murmured,
" Boys, boys, boys,"
" Ok, one two three," Steve said.
I saw the bright flash of the camera go off, and realized I would probably look stupid in the photo. Oh well, it didn't really matter. There were always other birthdays.
Mom and Dad pulled us all into a hug and Soda motioned for Steve to come over so he could be hugged too.

* End of flashback*

" That was a fun day, wasn't it?" Darry asked me.
" Yeah, I remember Soda kept poking me," I said.
" Yeah and we were all trying to stand still," Darry said.
"Because we always had to take the family birthday photos," I said.
Darry sighed and fingered the picture.
"Did we take one for your thirteenth birthday?" he asked me.
" I think so, but I don't remember," I said.
" You were the last one then, because your birthday's after mine and Soda's. But I don't know where it is, Darry said.
" Neither do I," I said.
" Well we still have this one. It's one of the best," Darry said.
"Yeah," I said and my voice cracked.
" Pony what is it?" Darry asked me in alarm.
" No more birthday pictures, or picnics, or looking at horses, and it's almost the tenth," I babbled and felt tears on my face.
"Hey Pony, don't cry," Darry said.
All of sudden I felt cold and alone and I buried my head in Darry's shoulder. He seemed surprised, we haven't really been close since Mom and Dad died.
" It'll be ok," Darry told me.
I couldn't help but notice that his voice seemed almost unsure. His voice was tired and slightly scared like a little boy. I didn't like it when Darry sounded like that. He was supposed to take care of us. Then I reminded myself that he was only twenty. Not only did he lose his parents but he had to become a parent as well.

A/N. Was that sappy? Oh well, I know where I want this to go. Lol.
I hope you enjoyed it, and as always if you have any questions just ask.
Love ya.

Fyremoon