I just noticed something. This is my ninth story. Therefore, I'm going to treat my tenth story like a tenth anniversary or something. I'm going to treat my next fic with something real big. I'm sorting out the plot right now. I think you're going to like it!

Chapter 6: Brother Time

After Danny finished talking with Maria, we gave him a ride home. Steve had brought his car. I helped him into the car and Steve said it reminded him of when I had gotten shot. I thought the same thing. I showed Danny my bullet wound. He thought it was cool.

When we reached the house, Jack, Rachel and Houston started talking to Danny a lot. I decided this would be a good time to ask Ponyboy about Bryon. We were sitting down at the kitchen table talking about it.

"Where do you think he went after the funeral?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. We drove by the house but it looked empty."

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Soda walking in.

"Remember what I told you about Bryon," answered Ponyboy.

"Oh that. If you ask me, I think it's freaky. Someone you haven't seen in years happens to show up when you least expect it."

"I was surprised too," I said. "I was real worried about him when you told me Soda. Have you guys told Darry?"

"Naw," said Soda.

We continued to talk. Pretty soon it was time for the kids to go to bed and I said goodnight to Danny. Pony, Soda and I stayed up watching TV. Cathy had gone to bed already.

"You know, I think that Houston looks up to Danny," said Ponyboy. I looked at him.

"He does?"

Soda said something also.

"It does make sense. Jack isn't around that much. He hangs out with a lot of people. Keith is barely here and Rachel is well, a little rough."

"Rachel does stick up for him though," said Ponyboy.

"Kinda like we stuck up for you," I mentioned.

Ponyboy smiled. We were reminiscing old times. I can remember how it was. Waking up, hanging out with the entire gang. It changed after Dally and Johnny died. I started hanging out with Mark and his poker buddies.

"How's Danny doing in school?" I asked.

"He's fine. His lowest grade is a C," answered Soda.

"In what class?"

"Biology."

"Oh. Like that class matters."

Soda and Pony laughed. Soda then began to speak on Jack.

"Jack was held back once. But that was because one of his teachers were moving too fast for him."

That reminded me about how Johnny was in school. He dropped out also because the teachers moved too fast for him. They had to take it slow.

Soda looked at the clock.

"I'm gonna turn in," he said stretching. Me and Steve have to go to the DX early tomorrow. Someone wants to apply for a job.

"I gonna turn in too. I have to talk with my agent tomorrow. Night Trix."

"Night guys."

Pony and Soda walked back to their rooms. The house was bigger than I remembered. Soda mentioned that Ponyboy had a room added on because of the families staying inside. Don't get it twisted though. Ponyboy wasn't filthy rich because of his book. It just pretty much got the family out of the serious debt they were in, got Darry into two colleges and have rooms added on. We were doing fine. I guess we all knew that money couldn't really ruin our lives.

I went through my bag of clothes and decided what I would wear tomorrow. I pulled off my T-shirt and lied down on the couch. I pulled the blanket over me and rested. I hadn't slept on anything real comfortable in a long time. It felt good to be home.