PONYBOY's P.O.V.

I laughed my head off as Two-Bit carried in a passed out 'West' and placed him gingerly on the couch. I knew that it wasn't funny that West had been drinking, but it was funny all the same because I didn't often see Two-Bit carrying guys around like a groom would his bride. When Two-Bit entered he bellowed at Sodapop and I, "Honey, I'm home!"

I was grounded for two days because of earlier events, but it didn't keep me from running out of my room when Two-Bit carried West in. West didn't look young in his slumber, as everyone else did. He looked like a wooden puppet. His face looked like a piece of wood that had been carved into. His skin was that dark, and he had so many scars.

I was kind of disappointed with West. I mean, he did say that he wanted to clean up his act, but here he was, drunk as a skunk. I would've socked him for it if I hadn't known any better then. He could probably have given Dally a run for his money in a fist fight, but I wasn't too sure. Dallas had been slouchy, like most greasers, but not too terribly skinny. Weston was twice as skinny and twice as slouchy as the average hood, but most boys from Brumly never ate more than supper everyday.

Our outfit pigged out on eggs, bacon and chocolate cake for breakfast, had chips and pepsi's for lunch and something small for dinner. I guess we ate a lot for greasers and we weren't as slouchy as hoods like the Shepards. Speaking of the Shepards, West had made a big mistake by asking Angela Shepard if she wanted to grab a coke with him at the Dingo sometime. She had come by with Two-Bit to play truth or dare with us and West had been dared to kiss her. It had been a pretty funny site, Angela with West in her arms, she had kissed him again and bellowed, "God! You're gorgeous." and that was when West asked Angela out.

I had warned him afterward, but he had just smirked and said, "Ponyboy, mind your own men." My eyes had widened and I had exclaimed, "I am not gay Weston Colten Winston..." I mean, I was pretty upset. Darry looked at me funny after that until I kissed this girl named Michelle, then he believed that I wasn't gay. But that Michelle girl had pushed it.

Michelle and me had to play seven minutes in heaven, and in the closet she got a little rough. When the boys had opened up the door, she was trying to unzipper my jeans, and I had just been wailing for more. She was really persuasive, but try and convince Darry. So I was still a virgin. Big deal? But I had promised Michelle that we would 'talk' more later.

"You'd make a good house-wife, Two-Bit." Sodapop said, looking Two-Bit over. "In fact, I think we still have one of moms old dresses around here somewhere. Let me grab it for you Two-Bit. You can cook us dinner while Ponyboy gets JC here fixed up."

"My name is West..." came Westons faint reply. West's eye's were open now and his blue eye glowed dangerously, the way Dally's eyes used to glow. West's gray eye was just too smokey to show any emotion. It was blank and expressionless, like it was dead or something. West just seemed meaner than usual and I just figured that it was the booze. Alcohol could change people so easily that it scared me. It used to be funny sometimes to see a drunk Dallas. He would looke like a three year old, the way his eyes would droop and he would drool with his head pressed against our coffee table as to cool his head.

Dally...

A faint remembrance flashjed in my mind. I remembered when Dally had first moved here, back when he wasn't so hard. I remembered a smaller, tow-headed boy screaming profanities at Johnny's parents after they had beaten Johnny. It was funny now, but then it had been serious. We had dragged Johnny over to our house and put him on the couch to sleep.

Just then the phone had rang. It was for Dally. We had left the room when Dally glared at us, but we left Johnny there on the couch. (Mom was asleep then because she was sick and dad had been at work.)

After Dally left, I had gone in to Johnny, He was awake then, and I had asked him, "What was that phone call for Dally about? He left right after he hung up. We didn't even see his face!" I had seen the look on Johnny's innocent face and had frowned. Johnny looked scared, like the world was spinning upside down.

"Dally was crying.... He was yelling at the person on the phone. He had said, 'Why don't you leave me alone? Why do you want me back now, for god sakes. How could you?' and then he had slammed down the phone. I'm scared Ponyboy. Dally was crying!" Johnny said in short breaths. I didn't remember too much after that, but it wasn't too important either. The only thing that was important was that Dally had cried, but that had been soon forgotten.

But how could I forget that? Would I forget everything? I was starting to forget mom and dad, which I had thought was for the best, but would I forget Johnny and Dallas? And who would remember me when I was gone? There would be no one...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, despite my feeble attempts, and I never will (boo...) The only people in this story that I own are JC, Ryan, Chewy, DJ, Atlas, Peligo, Eric, Michelle, and any other unfamiliar characters.

Thanks, y'all for reviewing. Thanks yet again Banana4422 for reviewing for about the third time. I need someone to tell me my faults, so thank ye. I'm going to introduce one more character. The character might not seem important now, but he/she will change EVERYTHING... Please, tell me what you think Ponyboy should do. Should he get drunk, high, laid, etc. PLEASE, PLEASE! Share your thoughts. That's all I guess. Oh, by the way, if there is any confusion, West and JC are the same people. Love ya, SP1