Sorry it took me so long again to update. I've been busy, and the times I did have a chance, I was lazy. I didn't know which story to update first, so I decided ill update which ever one had the most reviews and this one did.
Yep, hope MrsHoldenCaulfield and YaoiCyberCat don't mind if I take their ideas with Johnny and showin' Darry again- they were both totally great ideas!
And streetpanther1 im plannin' on explainin' 'bout Darry. And also a bit more 'bout Jill. She's sort of evil in my head right now...laughs evilly
Thanks for the reviews!
p.s i have nooooo idea what the hell im talkin' bout so it's all just guess work again!

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Johnny's Pov

I left the room and back downstairs. I noticed Pony wasn't in the kitchen anymore but he had sat his plate in the sink.

"Ponyboy?" I called, looking around confused.

I waited for him to reply but when I heard nothing but the echo of my voice, I went to his room to see if he were there.

I knocked on his door and then slowly opened it.

"Pony?" I said softly, creeping inside.

His wardrobe was open so I looked in their.

He was standing there alright. I didn't see him since he was hidden behind the doors.

He was just standing there with his back to me.

"Pony?" I said even more gently and put my hand on his shoulder.

He jumped and turned around, panting heavily.

His eyes looked wet and he had a few tears running down his cheeks.

"You okay?" I asked sympathetically. It killed me to see him crying. And it killed me even more knowing he was crying over...her.

Pony shrugged and looked at the ground with a lazy look, "I came upstairs to get ready for work, but the wardrobe was open...and then I saw Jill's clothes just hanging on the hooks..."

I looked over his shoulder and saw the clothes.

"I'm gonna call in sick to work today. I better pack this stuff up and get it outta here." Ponyboy sighed, turning back around to face the clothes of his dead manipulative wife.

If only he knew the truth about his so appeared innocent wife. "Stop trying to get between them. They're happy," Sodapop had tried saying. "They're meant to be together. Why do you want to break them up?" Steve had said. And then there were the not exactly friendly things Darry had said...well threatened.

Ponyboy began shuffling through her clothes.

Didn't she only die like I dunno, maybe 2 or 3 days ago? Wasn't it a bit soon to be getting rid of her stuff? I asked this to Ponyboy.

He merely shrugged again, "it hurts too much to see her stuff here anyway. I just want to get rid of it to help me move on. I don't want to be reminded of her daily."

I wanted to grin. He wanted to move on. He wanted to forget her. I guess it's not as hard to get Jill out the way as I had thought originally. But originally I had thought she was still alive, so as cruel as this is, things have turned out better than I hoped!

Ponyboy pulled out some dresses and so on, on coat hangers and carried them over to his bed, where he layed them down.

"Do you want me to help?" I offered.

He seemed a little surprised and was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled, "sure. Thanks Johnny. I don't think I could handle..." then he began to choke up with tears, "this without you." He wiped them away quickly to go back to his wardrobe to grab more stuff and I copied.

We got all her clothes out and various stuff from the top shelf. We began putting them away in bags and boxes.

I stared at Ponyboy. He may be 35 now, but in my eyes he still looked like that young teenager I had fallen in love with.

He had aged well. He had very few wrinkles and was still in great shape. I bet a lot of Michael's single women teachers have tried picking him up at parent/teacher nights over the years.

-Flashback-

I was sitting on my porch crying. I was only about 10.

Dad had just beaten me up again and he kicked me out. Too disgusted to even look at me.

He didn't hit me often back then. But when he did I would sit and cry my pain away.

I had nobody to comfort me, which made me feel alone. I didn't even have any friends.

But then I saw him.

I had seen him work down the street with a few guys before or just one.

This time though he was alone for the first time.

He looked about 8. He had longish auburn hair that lazily fell onto his forehead. There was something about him. Every time I saw him walking down the street my heart would beat faster. I wish I had the courage to at least one day say hi to him.

But today he noticed me. I think he had other days. He would look at me, but quickly look to the ground once our eyes made contact.

He stopped in the street and just stared at me.

I wiped away my tears and looked down at the holes in my jeans.

"Hey."

I looked up. He was walking over to me.

My heart sped even faster I just stared at him, my eyes as wide as dishes.

He smiled, "my name's Ponyboy."

I looked at him confused, "Ponyboy?" Then I smiled and looked at the ground saying it over in my head, "my name's Johnny."

"What happened to your lip?" He sat down beside my on the porch.

I looked at him strangely not sure what to say.

He reached his hand out and touched my sore lip with his finger. I winced and backed away.

He looked upset, "sorry." He looked down at his finger and he had blood on it. He wiped it away on his red t-shirt and then ripped some material off the sleeve.

He then, without asking may I add, held it against my lip.

I held it there and he took his hand away.

He was so innocent and cute. I couldn't believe he was so nice to me and he had just met me.

I couldn't explain the strange feeling that swept over me when he stared up at the sky, slouching, with his hands between his knees.

"Thankyou," I said quietly.

He looked at me and smiled, "no problem, Johnny."

After that I knew I had fallen in love.

-End of Flashback-

People say you can't fall in love at such a young age, but why do you have to be a certain age just to experience the feeling.

I knew it was real, since I still love him today. God, if only he knew. If only I had said yes to him that day instead of listening to fucking Darry. I wonder if he still remembers it?

Ponyboy's Pov

It's not that I wanted to forget Jill. I just didn't want to start crying every time I saw her things just sitting there.

But I remember when Darry had died when I was 20, just before my wedding to Jill, Sodapop told me we should clean up Darry's stuff before it got old and mouldy and collected dust mites...but that isn't the point. He had also said you'll never move on unless you let go of the past and pick up the pieces. I always remembered that.

I found an old shoebox covered in glitter. Of course it must have been Jill's.

I opened it and it was surprisingly very clean inside.

Photos were scattered everywhere. I picked up one. It was Me and Jill sitting on our bed smiling. Michael was sitting on her lap grinning at the camera and she had her arms round him, hugging him tightly. Michael would have only been about 4 then.

Gosh, I don't know where'd I'd be today if that day back when we were twenty had never happened...

-Flashback-

I was laying on my bed. I was sharing a house off campus with 4 other guys. Luckily Jill came to the same college as me so she didn't live too far away.

I was worrying about an exam coming up when she ran out, panting heavily, and had been crying.

I sat up confused and worried, "Jill? What's wrong?"

She ran over to me and jumped on my bed.

She leaped towards me and I fell back. She had her arms tightly around me hugging me.

She cried, "I love you so much Ponyboy Curtis. You can't leave me. I cant loose you!"

I pried her arms off me and sat back up. I stared at her confused, wiping away her tears, "what's this all about?"

She gulped and shrugged. "I just love you. That's all."

That's a little strange? But if she didn't want to talk about it I won't force it from her.

Her hair was messed up a little. Most likely from the wind outside.

She sighed heavily and then slumped. I lent over and placed my hand on the back of her head, then I kissed her.

I lent back realizing her lips were quite dry. She stared at me intently with her soft dazzling brown eyes and I felt my stomach do flips.

"Want a drink?" I offered.

She smiled and nodded, then attempted to fix her hair.

I got off the bed and walked towards the door.

When I came back, carrying a glass of water, I closed the door behind me.

"Oh, and Ponyboy," she said quite casually.

I turned around to face her.

"I'm pregnant."

I dropped the glass.

She jumped with fear when she heard the smash of shattering glass.

"Pony? Are you okay?"

My jaw had fallen open and I just stared at her, my eye slightly twitching.

How could this of happened? I always used protection? Always.

"Please say something," she began to cry again and buried her head in her hands.

She fell sideways back down onto the bed and just sobbed.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Pregnant. That was unexpected. How am I supposed to react? It's not like I was some teenager still in high school. But I was only 19. I didn't plan on having kids till I was at least out of college.

And what did this mean? I would have to marry Jill now? It is the right thing to do, and Darry would beat the tar out of me if I didn't.

How long have I been with her? 4 years. We were happy together. Of course we had had our share fair of problems, but we always worked through them.

Could I even be a dad though? Is it something your born with or just learn?

I realized I should say something.

I sat down on the bed beside her and stroked her back, "shh, it's okay."

She sat up and wiped her tears away, but her lip quivered still. "You're not mad?"

"It's not your fault..." And then I had to ask the question that had been bothering me for about a few seconds, "is it mine?"

I've never seen her so angry before.

She glared at me, and grabbed a pillow. She hit me across the face with it and got off the bed.

"Of course it's yours! God, do you think so little of me, that you actually think I'd cheat on you!"

My eyes widened, "no, Jilly, just, I had always wore a condom, how is this possible?"

"They don't prevent pregnancy 100!" She yelled angrily and I wondered if my room mates could hear.

"I'm sorry," I said trying to calm her down. I stood off the bed and to a step towards her.

She back off, "look, if you don't wanna be a man and get all scared on me, whatever! But I will NOT have our child grow up without a father!"

She stomped off...a trait Michael had gotten.

I grabbed her before she opened the door.

I held her by the shoulders and pushed her against the door, not knowing my own strength.

She glared at me.

"Will you just relax!" I yelled, "I didn't even say that and you're going all psycho on me!"

She pouted and looked away from me.

I let go of her shoulders. "I need some time to think."

She crossed her arms.

"When did you find out about this?" I asked.

"About what?"

What? "About you being pregnant!" I practically yelled.

"Oh," she nodded. She looked around the room and bit her bottom lip. Then said, "um...a week ago."

I nodded and sat back down onto the bed. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed.

She sat down beside me and then layed her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.

-End of Flashback-

Shuffling through her photo's I then found a pink book.

Johnny got off the bed, with some bags, "want me to put these away?"

He was being so helpful it was overwhelming, but I was grateful.

I nodded, "Can you sit them downstairs? We can place them in the dark hole under the staircase later today."

He nodded and then left carrying quite a few.

I stared down at the pink book. It had a lock on the side of it and in gold writing on the front said "Jill". I guess it was her diary.

I stared at it, wondering if I should open it or not.

Even after death, I guess she wouldn't want anyone reading her diary. But instead of putting it in one of the boxes to store it away with the other stuff, I sat it in my draw.

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7 chapters and it's only been 2 days hahahaha. I'm planning on making things speed up soon. I want the rest of the gang to turn up, but later, I'll wait a few more days. I'm gonna explain more about Darry, and Jill later.
Since I took so long to update, I made this a nice long chapter.
Sorry it really sucks though and is written incredibly badly...does that even make sense?
Next chapter I'll try makin' it more descriptive, I was kinda rushing through this like I usually do.