Oooh! I want to finish this story now! I'm excited about my tenth story! And I have a real good idea for a story after that. Oh, man. Y'all better expect some real good stories after this. Y'all know I usually do something that no one else has thought of. Well, I think…Why am I still talking?

Chapter 12: Reminiscing

"Bryon!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I sat up.

"I should ask you the same question."

He walked over to me. He looked a little different. His hair was a little mess.

"I broke into a store. I have to be here for a least a month."

"Why'd you break into the store?"

He sat down. Bryon was different now. I hadn't seen him ever since he was lying in yard outside Terry's. But that was years ago. I'm surprised that I recognized him. Better yet, I'm surprised he recognized me.

"I don't know," he said putting his hands on his head. Ever since, well…Mark. I've been doing some crazy things. This is the first time I've gotten caught. Why are you in here?"

"Some kid said that I attacked him or something?"

"Oh."

I sat down beside Bryon. He seemed to blank out or something. I stared at him with confused thoughts. I waved my hand in front of his face about seven times before he snapped back into reality.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sorry. I was just reminiscing about how me and Mark used to hang around. I used to just throw up every time I thought about it. It reminded me too much about that night and well… Did you hear what happened to him?"

"You mean getting shot by the cops? Yeah, I heard."

"I don't know how I got the courage to go to the funeral. I could tell there were all eyes on me."

We continued the rest of the night talking. It was lights out pretty soon, and we decided that we would continue tomorrow.

"So what have you been doing?" I asked. I already told him about my time.

"Well, I had gone through college and everything. And I got a good job. But my boss said he noticed me acting weird. I don't remember anything. He gave me two weeks off my job and advised me to visit my doctor. But I never went to see him. I then heard that your brother, Ponyboy was in town. I tried to go see him, but they wouldn't let me. I ended up in Tulsa for some reason, and I don't know why, but I broke into some store."

I could see why he was acting crazy. It seemed like he would never get over Mark. Now even knowing that he was dead. That must have made him feel worse. I'm surprised he didn't commit suicide. Bryon was right, they both had changed. Bryon had become depressant and Mark became violent.

Suddenly, a guard appeared. He said I had a visitor. I followed the guard to a room with telephones in it. I looked on the other side of the glass and saw Danny.

I was happy to see him. That showed that he really cared for me. I sat down and we both picked up the phone and I spoke first.

"I didn't think I'd see this place ever again. Danny. Why did that kid lie about us?"

"We've had beef ever since he got here."

"Over what?"

"He was picking on Houston before I got here. Rachel used to defend him then. He didn't do anything to her because they used to go out. Plus he was a former best friend of Jack."

"I see. Son, don't worry about me while I'm in here. I'll be fine. I've survived before."

I saw Danny sniff for a second and tears strolled down his face.

I put my fist up against the glass. Danny did the same and we put our fists up against each other's. I could actually feel him. Danny had to leave. His time was up. I walked back to Bryon. I hated to see Danny like this.