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Banana4422: Thank you. I hope you like this chapter as well.

Dakota: Thanks. Well, let's just say Dally is less than pleased with Roxie's upcoming marriage. But he never has been one to take things lying down…

oOoDancingQueenoOo: Yes, I probably should have mentioned in my author's note that this story is a lot sadder than the first Keeping the Moon. There's a lot more drama in this one, and some heartbreak. I hope you like it though!

Tk421beth: I'm glad you liked the first Keeping the Moon. I hope you like this one too, although I must warn you that this one is a little different, it's got a lot more drama and angst in it.

Cute-amiga: Thank you. I'm glad Roxy ended up with Dally in the first one too. It took me a while to realize they were perfect for each other though. If you hate Soda in ships than I don't recommend my other story Black Roses Red. LOL. I can't tell you if she'll end up with Dally or not, because it will ruin the story, but I can tell you that she's not going to run off to Mexico with him and have 40 kids. LOL. I'm very flattered that you think I'm a wonderful writer! I hope you enjoy this chapter too.

Author's Note: This was a hard chapter to write because I've never really been to a funeral so if it's not up to snuff I'm sorry. This story will be a lot sadder than the first Keeping the Moon, just to let you all know. I like the style better than Keeping the Moon; it's darker and more enjoyable to write. I hope you like it too!

Chapter Two: Seeing Him Again

I woke up the morning of the funeral to find Tulsa was under a blanket of dark storm clouds and a dull drizzle was pattering at the windows. "How fitting," I mumbled as I pulled my black dress out of the closet.

After I showered and blow dried my hair I pulled it on. I hadn't worn it in a while but it still fit alright. I didn't bother to put on any makeup, I knew I would cry it all off. I didn't bother with breakfast either, my stomach hurt, so I made myself a cup of peppermint tea and tried to relax. Darry and Olivia were having everybody over afterwards so I didn't need to worry about preparing any food.

"Foxy Roxy." Two-Bit shouted across the parking lot of the church. I slammed the station wagon's door and looked over to where the voice was coming from. He hopped out of his car and came over to me in the parking lot of the church. I smiled at the nickname as he hugged me tightly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm as good as I could be considering. How are you Two-Bit…or are you going by Keith now?"

"The gang still calls me Two-Bit but around the office I'm Keith."

"Two-Bit Matthews is finally a working man." I said, some what surprised. He chuckled. Two-Bit was the one person I expected to stay the same but even he had changed. His long rusty sideburns were gone. He was clean shaven and his hair was in a crew cut. And the Two-Bit I had known ten years ago didn't work or have a job. But his infectious laugh still remained the same as ever.

"Yea well I have to put bread on the table somehow or we'd starve."

"Who's we?" I asked. A tall leggy blonde got out of Two-Bit's car. She smiled sadly at me.

"Hello Roxie," she said. I glanced at Two-Bit with my mouth hanging open.

"Trisha?" I exclaimed. She nodded and I gave her a tight hug. She was probably the most influential person in my life. She had turned me from an ugly duckling into a swan when I was fifteen. She was the one who taught me to secret rule that you can be beautiful if you only believe in yourself.

"I'm so sorry Roxie," she whispered my ear. I nodded and brushed a tear away from my cheek.

"Why didn't you two tell me you were together?"

"We've only been together for six months and we've been living together for two." Trisha said her eyes fixed to my ring. "Now why didn't you tell us that you were getting married?" she asked taking hold of my left hand. Two-Bit let out a piercing wolf whistle as he examined it.

"Does Dally know?" Trisha asked suddenly. I shook my head.

"I haven't had contact with Dally in years…for all I know he's married." Trisha shook her head as we started to head into the church. Two-Bit said putting one of his arms around Trisha's waist and one around my shoulders.

"I think he's holding out for you. But I guess someone beat him to it huh?" Two-Bit said squeezing my shoulder. I shook my head at him.

I was ambushed by people telling me how sorry they were for my aunt's passing. Soda and his girlfriend Erika were there. She was a nice girl, who reminded me of Sandy with her baby blue eyes and sweet voice. Steve was there with Evie and their children. Evie shook my hand and I knew that the past was behind us when she complimented my hair. Two-Bit and Trisha sat with Olivia, Darry, and their girls. Johnny was there with his red-headed wife Kelly and their little boy David who was quiet and dark just like him. And so was Ponyboy with his wife Nancy.

Right before the service was due to start we took our seats. I sat beside Soda and Erika. I was talking to Erika about my job at the newspaper when somebody sat down beside me.

"Hello Roxie," he said. I glanced over beside me and my jaw dropped. Dallas Winston pulled me into a hug which I returned, stunned that he had shown up. I never would have expected him to be the type of guy to go to funerals. Two-Bit gave me a knowing glance and Soda concealed my engagement ring from Dally's view.

Dally was the one person in Tulsa who had stayed the same. The only thing that had changed about his appearance was a faint beard that made him look more serious and grown up. It felt scratchy when he kissed me. But I didn't have much time to dwell on it as the funeral started.

I tried my best not to cry but it ended up happening anyway. I wasn't the only one though, Ponyboy and Johnny had tears streaming down their faces, Darry bit his lip until it was blood red as he stared firmly at the pew in front of him, and Soda let himself bawl. Olivia's tears ran down her cheeks and into Halley's hair while Trisha had her head buried in Two-Bit shoulder.

Dally wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder, letting my tears fall onto his white dress shirt. I tried to concentrate on the funeral but I couldn't help but be a little conscious of Dally's arms around me and the way he would occasionally kiss the side of my head. It would have been something Daniel would have done if he was there.

"I missed you Roxie," he whispered in my ear.