Five for Fighting
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nothing
A/N: Well this is it, the last finishing touch. I really want to thank everyone who reviewed, especially those of you who reviewed A LOT, it was really really helpful and all of my motivation came from your encouragement. I wish I could list you all by name, but I think you all know who you are. Thanks again :)
EPILOGUE
I reread that composition nearly twenty times after I finished it. It took me a long time to decide weather or not to go back and change some of the details, to make myself seem less ignorant and to remove some of the private moments that had slipped in. I decided against it, this composition was more like a diary and nothing could explain my shaky transition better. I handed it in to my teacher as it was, dumb mistakes, intimate details, ignorance and all.
It came back to me a week later with a big A in red marker on the top.
It's being kept along with Pony's composition in a locked box where Darry keeps things like our social security cards and other important stuff. He says in years to come, we'll be glad to be able to go back and read what we'd written.
I hope I won't need the written reminder, I hope Dallas will still be with me, and my family and the rest of the gang. With them around me, I'll never need to be reminded.
And as for my ignorance, I'd rather forget.
Johnny and I haven't talked much since that night, but I heard from Ponyboy that our English teacher requested he document the next few months, his 'path to recovery', to make up for all of his missed time, starting late in the year and all.
I'm starting to think my English teacher is one lonely man if he wants to read about us so much, but then again, upon reading Pony's composition and then mine, I guess we are pretty interesting.
I hope I make it into Johnny's composition, meaning I hope I'm in his future and he doesn't shut me out. Because even if I don't love him the way I love Dallas, there is an undeniable part of my heart that will always belong to Johnny Cade. And I don't think I could live without him.
"Amber, I told you to shut off the light and go to sleep!" Darry yelled from the living room, rustling the newspaper pages as he shifted in his armchair.
"Darry, don't you think I'm old enough yet to make up my own bedtime?" She whined from her room, closing her journal and sticking her head out the door to peer at him innocently.
"No, now get to bed, and you too Pony," He added as Pony threw a quick grin at Amber and closed the door to his and Soda's room.
"Night Darry," Amber said with a smile running over to give him a hug before retreating to her room, burying herself under the covers, a soft breeze coming in from the window.
Through the wall she could hear Darry getting washed up in the bathroom and the soft snore that drifted in which could only belong to Soda.
A smile still on her face, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Dallas and Johnny, friends again, her brothers, all happy, and the rest of the gang living with them in a big house, somewhere in tomorrow.
-- Hm, do I smell a sequel, in Johnny's POV perhaps? Let me know if you're interested –
I am, in fact, working on a sequel called "Road to Recovery"