Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders.
A/N It has been a long time since I updated. One reason is that I have a slight case of writer's block. I have all these ideas swimming around in my head. Oh well, I guess I'll just write! In the Outsider's message board on the Fandom website, someone mentioned something I would like to try, and that's a story challenge. Someone gives you a set of guidelines for a story, and you incorporate it into your writing. So if anyone wants to give me a list of guidelines, that would be great, but a couple things I won't write are Mary Sues and slash. I might finish this story before I do that though.
Thank you so much to all reviewers!
Pony's POV
I went and lied down on my bed, and slept for three hours. I awoke when Soda came in and started feeling my forehead and my cheeks to see if I was hot.
"Soda, stop it. I'm just tired." I mumbled barely awake.
"Oh. I guess I'm just paranoid." He said.
I stretched and sat up.
"Well, don't be. I'm fine."
I was getting tired of saying that. I understood why my brothers were worried, but they would have to stop thinking about it sooner or later. I hoped it would be sooner. We heard the door slam. That had to be Twobit and Steve. There would be no use in trying to sleep with them here, so I thought I might as well get out of bed. I wanted to have some fun anyway. I got up, and Soda followed me out to the living room.
"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" Twobit asked cheerfully.
"Fine. Hey, Dar, I'm going to go for a walk." I said.
Darry looked surprised.
"You haven't even been home that long, and you just woke up. Have you even eaten anything since breakfast?" He said.
"I'm not really hungry."
"You're not gettting sick. Are you?"
"Darry, for the millionth time, I'm not sick. I'm fine. The cancer is gone."
"Yeah, but..."
"Just leave me alone! I'm going to the park. Okay? Nothing is going to happen." I snapped at my brother and ran out the front door. I didn't even take a jacket. I would probably hear about that later. I just wanted my life to go back to normal. After I got out of the hospital, I guess I thought everything would be perfectly fine, but I was wrong. Darry and Soda wanted me in the house or somewhere they could see me at all times.
Soda's POV
The rest of us just stood there looking at each other after Pony ran out the front door.
"He'll be back in a few minutes, Dar." I said.
I didn't want him to worry about anything happening, but I was worried myself. What if he got sick while he was gone? What if he got jumped? He still wasn't in the best shape.
"Yeah. He'll be fine. Like he said, the cancer's gone." Steve said.
Yes, the cancer was gone for now, but Pony was still sick even though he felt fine. There were still treatments he had to go through. I had finally realized that this wasn't really over. Pony thought it was because he wanted to be normal. How could he be normal? The risk of relapse would always be there.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I want Pony to put this whole cancer thing behind him, but I'm afraid he's going to get sick again. I don't even want him to go back to school. I just want to keep him in my sight." Darry said.
"I feel the same way." I said.
"I feel guilty for nagging him and wanting to keep him locked up in the house after being in the hospital for so long."
"You shouldn't feel guilty. It isn't your fault. Pony would understand." Twobit said.
"Darry, we're all afraid of losing him. I have those same feelings too."
"I just don't know what to do." Darry said.
"We'll talk to him when he gets home." I said.
Yes, that's what we would do. We were going to put all of this behind us and do out best to go on with our lives. Unfortunately, there was still chemo to deal with, and that would start tomorrow.
Pony's POV
I was getting hungry after sitting in the park for a while, so I went to the Dingo. I had enough money to get a hamburger and a millkshake. A week ago, I wouldn't have even wanted that. Now, it sounded great. I went in and ordered my food and waited for it to come. Darry and Soda were constantly worrying about me, and I wondered if they would always treat me differently. I don't just mean asking if I'm sick or okay all the time. I mean would Darry still yell at me or would it make him feel guilty? Would he ask me why I don't use my head? I couldn't really apply this to Soda because he hardly ever got angry at me. I sat thinking about this until my food came. Little did I know, I would find out the answers to my questions that night.
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I still wasn't ready to go home after I left the Dingo, so I went to the drive in. Guess who was there. Marcia and Cherry. Soda had told me that Cherry came up to see me when I was in ICU.
"Hey, Cherry." I said sitting down in front of her.
"Oh, hi Ponyboy." She said and started talking to Marcia again. Then, she turned to look at me surprised.
"Ponyboy! When did you get out of the hospital? You were so sick when I went up there to see you."
"I got out yesterday." I said.
"Well, how are you doing now?"
"Okay. I'm glad to be home."
"It was nice talking to you, Ponyboy, but we have to go. We're meeting some of our friends for dinner."
"All right. See you later."
Cherry and Marcia left, and I turned around in my chair to see what was on the movie screen. It was nothing good. Just another one of those beach movies. That's what had been on the night my life and the gang's lives had changed forever. I just stared at the screen, and my eyelids started to get heavy. Before I knew it, I had drifted into a deep sleep just like that night...
A/N I'm going to write the next chapter now! Review please!
A/N It has been a long time since I updated. One reason is that I have a slight case of writer's block. I have all these ideas swimming around in my head. Oh well, I guess I'll just write! In the Outsider's message board on the Fandom website, someone mentioned something I would like to try, and that's a story challenge. Someone gives you a set of guidelines for a story, and you incorporate it into your writing. So if anyone wants to give me a list of guidelines, that would be great, but a couple things I won't write are Mary Sues and slash. I might finish this story before I do that though.
Thank you so much to all reviewers!
Pony's POV
I went and lied down on my bed, and slept for three hours. I awoke when Soda came in and started feeling my forehead and my cheeks to see if I was hot.
"Soda, stop it. I'm just tired." I mumbled barely awake.
"Oh. I guess I'm just paranoid." He said.
I stretched and sat up.
"Well, don't be. I'm fine."
I was getting tired of saying that. I understood why my brothers were worried, but they would have to stop thinking about it sooner or later. I hoped it would be sooner. We heard the door slam. That had to be Twobit and Steve. There would be no use in trying to sleep with them here, so I thought I might as well get out of bed. I wanted to have some fun anyway. I got up, and Soda followed me out to the living room.
"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" Twobit asked cheerfully.
"Fine. Hey, Dar, I'm going to go for a walk." I said.
Darry looked surprised.
"You haven't even been home that long, and you just woke up. Have you even eaten anything since breakfast?" He said.
"I'm not really hungry."
"You're not gettting sick. Are you?"
"Darry, for the millionth time, I'm not sick. I'm fine. The cancer is gone."
"Yeah, but..."
"Just leave me alone! I'm going to the park. Okay? Nothing is going to happen." I snapped at my brother and ran out the front door. I didn't even take a jacket. I would probably hear about that later. I just wanted my life to go back to normal. After I got out of the hospital, I guess I thought everything would be perfectly fine, but I was wrong. Darry and Soda wanted me in the house or somewhere they could see me at all times.
Soda's POV
The rest of us just stood there looking at each other after Pony ran out the front door.
"He'll be back in a few minutes, Dar." I said.
I didn't want him to worry about anything happening, but I was worried myself. What if he got sick while he was gone? What if he got jumped? He still wasn't in the best shape.
"Yeah. He'll be fine. Like he said, the cancer's gone." Steve said.
Yes, the cancer was gone for now, but Pony was still sick even though he felt fine. There were still treatments he had to go through. I had finally realized that this wasn't really over. Pony thought it was because he wanted to be normal. How could he be normal? The risk of relapse would always be there.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I want Pony to put this whole cancer thing behind him, but I'm afraid he's going to get sick again. I don't even want him to go back to school. I just want to keep him in my sight." Darry said.
"I feel the same way." I said.
"I feel guilty for nagging him and wanting to keep him locked up in the house after being in the hospital for so long."
"You shouldn't feel guilty. It isn't your fault. Pony would understand." Twobit said.
"Darry, we're all afraid of losing him. I have those same feelings too."
"I just don't know what to do." Darry said.
"We'll talk to him when he gets home." I said.
Yes, that's what we would do. We were going to put all of this behind us and do out best to go on with our lives. Unfortunately, there was still chemo to deal with, and that would start tomorrow.
Pony's POV
I was getting hungry after sitting in the park for a while, so I went to the Dingo. I had enough money to get a hamburger and a millkshake. A week ago, I wouldn't have even wanted that. Now, it sounded great. I went in and ordered my food and waited for it to come. Darry and Soda were constantly worrying about me, and I wondered if they would always treat me differently. I don't just mean asking if I'm sick or okay all the time. I mean would Darry still yell at me or would it make him feel guilty? Would he ask me why I don't use my head? I couldn't really apply this to Soda because he hardly ever got angry at me. I sat thinking about this until my food came. Little did I know, I would find out the answers to my questions that night.
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I still wasn't ready to go home after I left the Dingo, so I went to the drive in. Guess who was there. Marcia and Cherry. Soda had told me that Cherry came up to see me when I was in ICU.
"Hey, Cherry." I said sitting down in front of her.
"Oh, hi Ponyboy." She said and started talking to Marcia again. Then, she turned to look at me surprised.
"Ponyboy! When did you get out of the hospital? You were so sick when I went up there to see you."
"I got out yesterday." I said.
"Well, how are you doing now?"
"Okay. I'm glad to be home."
"It was nice talking to you, Ponyboy, but we have to go. We're meeting some of our friends for dinner."
"All right. See you later."
Cherry and Marcia left, and I turned around in my chair to see what was on the movie screen. It was nothing good. Just another one of those beach movies. That's what had been on the night my life and the gang's lives had changed forever. I just stared at the screen, and my eyelids started to get heavy. Before I knew it, I had drifted into a deep sleep just like that night...
A/N I'm going to write the next chapter now! Review please!