I think I forgot to put the disclaimer thingy in before so I'll do it now justtttt to make sure.

disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the book The Outsiders.

MrsHoldenCaulfield im usin' your idea with the whole makin' Michael and Johnny close thing- great idea!
Don't remember if I mentioned it, but Makado Felton...I loveeeeee Tom Felton!!! lol

p.s sorry it took me so long to update.

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I dragged my feet down the hall with my head down low. When I entered my room it just made me feel worse.

The moonlight was shining through the window and the light pooled on Jill's side of the bed.

I took off my shoes, and walked in.

Was my room always so dark and gloomy like this?

I sat on my side of the bed and took off my shirt and pants.

I layed down in bed. I rolled over on instinct to put my arm around Jill. My arm just fell back down onto the bed. The bed felt so empty now. It was so big. Did I always have so much space on my side?

Tears rolled down my cheeks which felt like the millionth time that day.

It had become routine to get into bed each night, and see Jill laying beside me, just smiling at me. And I would put my arm around her and kiss her.

But now I was alone. Alone in this huge bed. I closed my eyes and sighed...

-Flashback-
"And this is the last room of the house. The master bedroom with a connected bathroom."

Me and Jill followed the real estate agent Mr Hinton into the room.

"Wow, it's pretty big, huh, Ponyboy?" Jill smiled at me.

I nodded.

"So, would you two like to buy this house, or look at another?" Mr Hinton asked.

I looked over at Jill. She bit her bottom lip like she always did when she was unsure.

"We'll talk about it."

"Alright, I'll let you two discuss it over then." Mr Hinton walked out and closed the door behind him.

Jill sat down on the queen size bed in the room.

She bounced up and down then grinned at me.

"So, what do you think 'bout this place?" I put my hands in my pockets.

She shrugged and tilted her head, "it's nice."

She rubbed her stomach. She was about 5 months pregnant now.

"That room Mr Hinton showed us down the hall, will be a perfect room for Michael when he's born." She said, smiling so happily at her stomach. She simply glowed every time she thought about our baby on the way. I remember the first day I met her she told me how badly she wanted to have kids.

"Who says it's gonna be a boy?" I sat down beside her.

She shrugged again, "I can just tell."

I kissed her lips. "What do you think of this room?"

She layed down, and stared up at the roof, "it's got a good vibe. And the connected bathroom is a bonus!" She grinned, at me.

I leaned over her and kissed her again. She put her arms around my shoulders and played with the hair on the back of my head.

It was always kind of disturbing doing this, when she was pregnant. I mean, the baby is RIGHT there, in between us?! But I just keep my lips off her sometimes.

"Are you two done discussing it?" Mr Hinton RUDELY came in without knocking.

I jumped up. Jill giggled and sat up.

Mr Hinton looked at us both nervously, "I didn't interrupt anything too important did I?"

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed. God, it's like being at home again and getting caught.

"So what's your decision?"

"Pony?" Jill bit her bottom lip.

I took a deep breath and answered, "we'll buy it."
-end-

I sighed, and fell into a deep sleep.

...several hours later

Michael's Pov

I tossed and turned in bed. I couldn't get back to sleep. I just had this horrible nightmare about mum dieing in that car crash. I sat up, and had cold sweat running down my back and forehead.

I wiped away my tears and sighed heavily. I grabbed my t-shirt off the ground and put it on. I remember back when I was younger whenever I had a nightmare I would go to mum and dad's room and sleep with them. That was always comforting enough to make me forget all about my scary dream.

Maybe I should go see dad? Maybe he can't sleep either, so we can comfort each other.

I can't imagine how torn up inside he must be. It's horrible I lost my mum. It hurts so much. But probably dad is going through it much worse.

I mean, he met her and fell in love with her. They got married and had me. They had so many memories together.

I can't imagine what kind of pain I would go through if Ryan ever died.

Ryan and me met when we were 8. We instantly became bestfriends and grew up together. I knew I liked him more than a friend when I was checking him out instead of the girls in my class when we were about 14.

So anyway I crept down the hall to mum and dad's room...err...well I guess it's now just dad's room. Thinking that felt like a punch to my stomach.

I peered into Dad's room (punch to the stomach!) and saw him sleeping there.

He looked kind of distressed and was mumbling Jill. Then he smiled and said, "don't ever leave me again."

I looked down at the ground and walked away.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and shuffled around all the food to find a juice box.

"Ponyboy?"

I jumped and hit my head on the shelf. I swore under my breath and rubbed my head. I stood up and closed the fridge.

I turned around. Johnny was laying on the couch?

"Johnny? Naw, it's me Michael. What are you still doin' here?"

"I'm stayin' here the night. What are you doin' up?"

I looked down kind of embarrassed, "I had a bad dream."

"Wanna talk about it?"

I looked up a little surprised, "you wanna hear it?"

He nodded, and sat up. He patted next to him.

I smiled. I walked over to him and sat down.

"I had a dream about my mum," I said quietly.

"What happened?" He asked, looking concerned.

"I saw her driving her car, when she...crashed." I gulped, and closed my eyes, trying to think of something else.

But the image of her screaming face from my dream kept filling my mind and I began crying again.

Johnny pulled me into a hug. It was sort of strange. I mean, I haven't seen this guy in so many years and we're already on a hugging basis. But I wrapped my arms around him anyway and squeezed the life out of him tightly.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Depends on what your dad says."

"Why?"

"I've got nowhere to go. I was hoping I could stay here for a while."

I sat back, out of his hug, and looked at him confused, "where did you live before?"

He shrugged, "bummin' 'round. Goin' place to place. This was actually the last place I expected to turn up."

"Why?" I tilted my head.

He sighed and shrugged. "Let's just say I was running from a past I was trying hard to forget."

"Oh," I nodded. "Would you mind if I asked what you were running from?"

"Kid, I don't think it's something that you would generally give a fuck 'bout."

I chuckled, "fair enough. But you could always give it a shot on tellin' me. I may care. You don't know till you've tried."

He smiled. "Maybe I'll tell you some other time."

"Fine," I rolled my eyes.

"So, you feelin' better?" He asked.

I nodded then yawned, "I better be goin' back to bed."

"Night, Michael," Johnny said as I got off the couch.

"I hope dad lets you stay," I smiled and walked away.

Johnny's pov

That kid wasn't so bad. I think he was actually beginning to wear off on me.

I remember I used to hate him. It wasn't his fault. It was just he was Pony's kid. Michael was just a constant reminder of what I had let just walk out of my life. My only love.

-Flashback-
I watched him pace the room back and forth.

"Oh god, what if something goes wrong! I heard about women diein' during giving birth!" Pony gripped his hair, almost pulling it out.

He was sweatin' somethin' fierce, he was so scared and worried.

"Pony, relax! Everything's gonna be fine," Sodapop laughed.

Soda was sitting next to me.

We were in the waiting room, waiting for Jill to have that damn baby.

We'd been here for about 6 hours now! I didn't want to be here, I hated Jill and I hated that unborn baby. But Pony wanted me to be here and I would do anything for him...well recently I will do anything for him.

"Johnny, what would I do if Jill did die during it?! Or our baby did?!"

Our Baby. The baby they made! The baby that wouldn't fucking be there if Darry hadn't made me feel so fuckin' guilty. I was glad he was dead for ruining my life!

A nurse rushed in, breathing heavily.

Ponyboy almost tackled her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, "is something wrong?!?!?!!?!?!!?"

The nurse pushed him off her and brushed herself her. She must have had other panicked men in the past shake her.

She chuckled, "everything is fine Mr Curtis. And you have a baby boy."

"A boy!" Ponyboy grinned ear to ear. He was glowing with pride.

Oh joy, a boy, oh hallelujah!

"Can we see Jill and the new baby?" Sodapop stood up.

The nurse shook her head but nodded at Ponyboy, "the father can see them now. Then you two can come in."

The nurse went back inside. Ponyboy looked over at us, still grinning like a complete idiot, "I'm a dad!!"

"And I'm an uncle!" Sodapop grinned.

And I want to shoot myself in the head!

Ponyboy went inside to see his fucking god damn family.

"Aint this great Johnny! Our little Ponyboy is a daddy!"

I smiled with fake cheerfulness, "I couldn't be happier for him."

After some time the nurse allowed us in.

Ponyboy was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Jill, with the new little bundle of joy in his arms.

I know that's my bestfriend and I should be happy for him, but I couldn't help but feel so resentful. I shouldn't take my anger out on Pony or his kid. I should blame Jill! That traitor! That bitch betrayed me!

Sodapop hurried over to the new baby and fell in love with his new nephew instantly. It was sickly the way he was doing baby voices to it.

After Soda was done, Ponyboy stood up and walked over to me, "see the baby Johnny."

"Oh, I'd love to," I tried to hide the severe bitterness in my voice.

The baby was so small. It had brown eyes like Jill and a very thin patch of auburn hair on its head.

The baby looked up me. He was cute, I couldn't deny that. But seeing him made me want to just break down and cry.

I fought back my tears and looked at Ponyboy. He was so happy. I guess Darry was right. God, why can't I just let go of Pony!

"He's great Ponyboy," I smiled. And for once tonight I meant what I said.

Ponyboy grinned again and then said, "Johnny you're my bestfriend and you were the best man at my wedding. I want you to be Michael's god father."

My eyes widened in shock, or horror, I couldn't tell which one, "oh, Pony, don't do that."

He smiled, "I want you to be."

I felt flattered and touched he wanted me to be the godfather when I had tried to make him hate Jill originally.

"Thanks, Ponyboy," I smiled again.

"You wanna hold him?" He asked.

"I think Jill would rather hold him right now."

Ponyboy looked back at Jill, and she smiled.

Ponyboy nodded and laughed, "yeah probably." And he walked back over to her and passed her the baby.

I never thought my heart could break any more, but after today, yeah it can break so much more.

-end-

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That's It. I'll update again probably next week (that's if I don't get such horrible reviews that tell me this entire story sucked or this chapter sucked.)

I've also never been in the waiting room place expecting someone to have a baby, so this was also guessed up on how someone would act or feel.

Yeah Johnny is actin' like a real jerk, but he has his reasons!