Well I'm back writing the umm…I think 11th chapter is it? I ain't sure? The flashbacks are beginning to come together now, I wanted to mix 'em up like a big jigsaw puzzle….if anyone had noticed.

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Michael's Pov

I could smell bacon cooking as I walked down the stairs. I loved this time of the morning. When you're awake, but still in that sleepy state, and everything just feels relaxing, you know?

Dad was at the bench, sipping coffee, while going over some papers. He sometimes did them at breakfast when he hadn't done them the night before. I'm guessing he fell asleep at his desk like he sometimes did. I remember mum would wake him up and put him into bed. I guess without her around now, I'll have to do it. Or maybe even Johnny?

I walked into the lounge and sat on the couch, turned the tv on with the remote. I love the remote!

"Mornin', Mike," dad said, chewing on his pen.

"Mornin', dad," I said, with a yawn afterwards.

"Want some bacon?" He asked, spinning around in his stool to face me, "I put some on."

"It's okay, I'll just have some cereal." I told him.

Dad got up to flip over the bacon to prevent it from burning, then went back to his stool.

I layed down on the couch, feeling my eyes get heavy. Sleepy state sometimes put me back to sleep.

But I quickly snapped out of it, when Johnny came walking downstairs, holding his head.

Oh god! I had completely forgotten! He caught me and Ryan last night! Ryan…that jerk! I'm gonna ignore him all day! That'll teach him…

Johnny must of horribly remembered it too, when his eyes widened for a moment, when he looked at me. He quickly walked into the kitchen.

"Rough night, Johnny?" Dad asked him, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Johnny grumbled and opened the fridge.

I was still staring at him. Was he going to tell? I had a horrible feeling he would. But maybe he wouldn't? He is my god father after all? Maybe there's some sort of god son – god father confidentiality?

I wanted to talk to him about it, but I was scared. I rushed off to school as quickly as I could.

Johnny's Pov

Michael left rather early? I think I knew why. I looked over at Ponyboy, still working on his paper, chewing on that pen. Would he want to know what I saw? I think I should tell him, he is my bestfriend… or was. Are we even still best friends? I didn't even contact the guy in I think 5 years?

I wished he still greased his hair back like he had in the old days. Now it just layed clean and fresh against his forehead. He had quite a baby face, you wouldn't think he was 35. Maybe mid twenties? His greenish-grey eyes hadn't lost their colour or spark to them either, I could still get lost in them to this day. We were still about the same height, which I found sorta funny. But I think I looked older than my mid twenties sadly. I remember how much looking younger had bugged me in those days, now I wish I still looked younger.

Ponyboy sighed rather loudly and pushed the papers aside, "I don't feel like going to work. I'm just gonna say I'm too upset over Jill."

The way he had said it didn't sound very much like he cared at all about Jill. I wanted to smile. Instead I hid it and masked it with concern, "are you sure?"

He nodded, and folded his arms onto the bench, "I'd probably break down during the day anyway."

Damn!

The phone began to ring and he got up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi."

"Yeah, very sad news. Too bad you couldn't make it to the funeral." He nodded against the phone.

Who was he talking too?

"Michael? He's holding up better then I expected I guess."

After a very long pause he continued talking again, "um… I don't know. Is that a really good idea, I mean so soon? I think he would be better staying at home with me right now?"

"Alright, I'll talk to him about it."

"Yep, okay, bye." And he hanged up.

"Who was that?" I asked, sitting on the couch, where Michael had sat earlier.

"Jill's parents," Ponyboy said, with slight confusion and sat beside me.

His leg was touching mine, I could feel myself begin to blush, so I moved my leg quickly and flipped through the channels on the tv.

"What'd they want?" I asked, with mild interest.

"They want Michael to stay with them for a few days. I think that they think they might be closed off from him now that Jill is gone."

"Oh…so is he gonna go?"

Ponyboy shrugged, "dunno. I think it's a bit soon for him to be leaving."

I thought differently. "Maybe leaving for a few days is the best thing for him? You know, leave the house, get some fresh air, clear his thoughts. Round here he'll just be reminded constantly of his mother."

Ponyboy thought it over and nodded, "yeah, you're right. But I'll still have to talk to him about it. I think maybe I just needed him around."

I placed my hand on his, "you've always got me if you need a shoulder to cry on." I smiled.

He smiled, "thanks Johnnycake."

Hearing that nickname sent a tingle all over my body.

"I haven't called you that in a while," he chuckled.

I nodded, still smiling, "I know. It was good to hear it again."

"Like a quick flashback to the old days?" Ponyboy chuckled again. Gosh, I still found him adorable whenever he laughed like that.

I nodded once again, "yeah." I chuckled too this time.

Was it just me or could he also feel the sparks between us right now?

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Ohmigosh. Dad just got mad at me, better head to bed. It's almost 2 I think and it's a school night. Sorry if this is cut off short, but that's why.

Also I screwed up with Darry Jr, 'cause wasn't Darry named after his dad? Oh well…