Love Too True
The Emcee: I bet many of you are wondering what happened to Steve, right? So this chapter, I'll try to focus on what happened to him. On with the story.
It's been close to 15 years. The gang is mostly together, except for Steve. You see, almost a few days after we were all turned, Two-Bit and Steve went out drinking one night. Two-Bit came home, drunk as you can expect him to be, but Steve didn't show. We didn't know what happened to him. After a few nights of searching, we finally found him, or what was left of him. The only guess we came up with, was that he didn't get out of the sun fast enough. Should've known something like that would happen. That's why...
Pony looked up from his journal when he heard a knock on the door. It opened, slowly, and reveal a very nervous looking Johnny standing on the other side. A smile spread across the boys face.
"Hey, Johnny! What's up?"
"N-not much. Can, can I come in?"
"Sure buddy." Pony closed his journal, and put it under the bed. Then he turned back to Johnny. Studding his face more closely, he assumed the tanned boy wanted to talk about something very serious. "So, what's been bugging you?"
"Huh?"
"I can tell that you wanna talk about something. So spill."
"...Pony, Do, do you think what I did was bad for the gang?" Ponyboy assumed he was talking about letting that human go free.
"Aw, hell Johnny. We all make mistakes. It's not your fault. Darry's just real uptight about making sure we're all safe. You didn't do nothing wrong."
"Eh."
"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. Remember my first kill? I couldn't even catch the guy running away, he was too fast. But nothing bad happened."
"That's cuz you're one of the oldest in the gang."
"Not by much. After all, you were turned a day after me. That's not much of a difference."
"I guess you're right. Well, I gotta get going. Me and Dal are gonna go into town tonight."
"Alright. Have fun."
And Pony was alone once again. But it didn't stay that way for long. Soda came barging into the room, causing Pony to jump up a little. Looking at his older brother, he could only guess what he was about to say.
"Hey, Pony! What're you doing?" From his slurred sentence, Ponyboy figured he was at a bar earlier in the evening.
"Just writing, Sodapop. That's all."
"Ah." Soda approached their bed and laid down beside Pony. He was trying to look over Pony's should to see what he was writing, but no good. After many attempts to read it, he grabbed the book from Pony and jumped off the bed.
"Hey! Gimme that back!" Pony chased after his beloved sibling.
"No. I wanna read it."
"You got no right. You didn't ask."
"So? I've never had to ask you for anything."
"Sodapop! It's personal!"
"But I wanna read it." Soda whined. Pony, now somewhat upset at Soda's immaturity, stormed out of the room. No longer hearing his brother's pleas, Soda turned his head to see where Pony was. Shoot. I better go see where he is.