Ok ok…I'll update…thanks for the reviews!

Ps… now…after my first chapter…its not going to really be about the book, ok? Just warning you all. (I don't know if that clor.. stuff is poisonous, but it wont kill pony, just make him sick!) in my story n e ways.

The smell…it was horrible, it was lingering in his nose and throat, from where he had inhaled it. It burned and stung…it made me want to throw up. I don't know what is happening… I just know that its not good, or that its going to get better. Maybe I should try and wake up? My head was throbbing like mad…so if I woke up and got my head pounded inside out, it wouldn't make a difference, right? I want to open my eyes… I even tried to, but I can't…maybe I'm blind? No…I don't think so…maybe I did open my eyes, and it was just really dark out. Yes…I did open my eyes. What happened to me? I got jumped…again.

Pony opened his eyes, blinked, and then tried to move. Something was binding his hands and legs together…probably some kind of rope. Just my luck…I've been kidnapped! Pony thought franticly, while struggling to move. He kicked the top of whatever he was in, and then he heard…voices. Not just any voices, but voices that come from men, or large teenage boys. Then it hit him…Big, Soc, Guys…who were probably drunk, or had been drunk, kidnapped him! Ponyboy Michael Curtis, who, the thought struck him…was a greaser. He sighed and closed his eyes as the lid of whatever he was in, opened. He didn't want to open his eyes, because if those guys hovering over him knew that he was awake…well…they would probably knock him out…again. But what he heard next shocked him.

"Holy Hell, What's a kid doin in the back of your car Bob?" Someone said. "A what?" said another person, probably this Bob guy. He sounded pretty surprised. "You heard me, there-is-a-KID-in-the-trunk-of-your-car." The first guy said in a sarcastic way. "Shut up Randy. So what are we going to do with him?" Bob said. "Well, uh, I don't know…What do you think Charlie?" Randy said to someone. Well, better 'wake' up.

"Uh…" "Hey he's wakin up." The one called Charlie said in a surprised voice. Pony opened his eyes, but shut them as the light pierced his eyes. "He looks like one of those greaser…uh…Cartwright, Calvin…" "Curtis…" "Yeah that's it…he was the one we jumped yesterday!" Bob said sounding proud of himself for remembering. "Why are you proud of that?" Pony asked, sounding a little hurt, and frightened. The three boys looked down at him, one with a shocked face, one with a face that looked like he didn't like the idea of jumping someone to begin with, and the last…well the last looked a bit like the answer was obvious.

"Because you're a greaser!" The one called Bob said, for his face was the last one. "What does that have to do with it?" Pony almost yelled. The boys all looked down for a second, but then the one called Charlie said, "How'd you end up back there, anyways? We've been driving for at least two days strait. I sure don't remember picking up any hitch hikers." "Yeah you're about four states away from Tulsa, buddy." Bob said.

For some unknown reason, they weren't acting like they were better than me, but like I was just a kid, and they were just three big guys. I didn't know what to do…so I just said… "Well, I was knocked out bye a wet cloth, and I woke up here, in your car." "Well, maybe someone wanted to kidnap you, but didn't know how, or got cold feet or whatever that expression is." Randy said. "Hey, you guys can talk about this once we get back on the road…Kid, you just hop in with us until we find a hotel or something. We've been taking our time going to Florida." Bob said while getting into a blue mustang. "Hey you can sit in the back with me, I won't hurt you." Randy said. "Yeah, about that…I would if I could, but I'm tied up here." Pony said with a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh! I didn't know you were tied up, hold on, I'll go steal Bob's blade." As randy walked to the front of the car, he heard… "Hey Bob, I need your blade…" "Why?" "Because I'm gonna go back there and kill that kid! Use your head! He's all tied up, I'm gonna go cut the ropes off of him." "Ok, ok… could of just said it strait out."

As Randy walked back to the back of the car, he noticed something about the key hole for the trunk…It looked a bit messed up. Hmm, I'll have to tell Bob about that later.

As the two stragglers got into the back seat of the car, Bob asked, "What's your name kid?" "Uh…Ponyboy Curtis." "Well Kid, I don't know how you got back there seeing as we have been sober since we jumped you. Sorry if I scared you, but I got a reputation to keep…just like that fella Dally, I think." Pony understood, but he still thought that it wasn't right to jump people.

They continued to talk and drive until the sunset…and by then they had reached Florida, and they were checking into a small hotel. Pony was going to share a bed with Randy…and Bob and Charlie were going to share the other bed. It was about 9 when they all sat down and started talking about why Pont had ended up in the back of Bob's car.

"I think somebody knocked the kid out with…something…and shoved him in the back of your car, Bob." Randy continued, " Because when I went to get him out of the ropes, I noticed that your trunk lock looked like it had been forced open." "So you think someone wanted us to bring him all the way to Florida, and not know he was in the back of my car?" Bob said as he shoved a French fry into his mouth…they were eating McDonalds for dinner. "Maybe, but let drop it, I want to watch the news." Charlie said. Pony, Randy, and Bob all repeated in utter shock, "The news?" "Yeah…I want to watch the Oklahoma news to see what they are saying about Pony… Maybe whoever stuck him in the back of your car wanted up to get in trouble for whatever they have in store for Pony." Charlie said.

He flipped through a few channels until he spotted what he wanted… A newscaster talking about the kidnapped greaser. The four boys watched as people gave reports about Pony. "Looks like you pretty popular." Charlie said. Pony yawned. "Well, I'm tired…" He wasn't really… he just wanted to turn the TV off. Nobody he knew had been on the screen. "Man I don't see how, according to you…you slept about 48 hours!" Randy said. I just looked at him, and then went to lie down. Charlie turned off the TV. If Pony would have let them keep the TV on…He would have seen people like Johnny or Sodapop…he would have even seen Darry talking about him, but he didn't… so he though that they didn't want him.

Finally, he fell asleep…with silent tears streaming down his face.

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HA I tricked you!!!!! You thought the SOCs got him…well maybe they did…maybe they didn't…I know already…I made an outline! *Claps for self*

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