A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reviewing!

As you can see, I update really slowly. Sorry for the wait.

This is placed after Chapter 1, of course, but it will not start out with him waking up.

This is the last chapter. It's going to be short, and I'm sorry for the inconvenience. :(

Thank you for sticking with me!

Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders.

Chapter 2.

Why is everyone talkin' to me again? I thought they all hated me.

"Ponyboy, eat you're dinner," Darry says tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly.

After pokin' around my food a little bit, Two-bit pipes up, "Hey, Pone, ya look a little skinnier. Are ya on a diet or somethin'?"

Now they notice? I furrow my eyebrows softly, looking up at the Greaser who talked to me last. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

"Somethin' like that?" the other male replies wryly, chuckling shortly after. "Pone, we're real worried about ya."

"Why?" I ask, looking at my two brothers in confusion. "I'm fine, why don't ya trust me?"

"Because ya ain't fine," a soft voice says. I look at Soda in slight shock; usually he's loud. Not so quiet.

"I mean, we trust ya, Pone," Darry starts, slowly, "But ya ain't lookin' so hot." Huh.

"I told ya guys," I say, smiling largely, because if ya smile, just for a little bit, they won't know that ya're crumbling inside, slowly dying, "I'm fine." Was the last word cracked? Oh, golly, I hope it wasn't.

"Ya ain't fine Ponyboy!" Soda finally yells. I look at him in shock once more; he never yells. Well, he's loud, as said before, but he never yells in anger, or in fear. And, especially not towards me in any way, shape, or form.

"You've been ignorin' us all this time! Don't ya see ya scarin' us, Pony?! Ya haven't been eatin', and we've just been too stupid to see!" Soda has tears streaming down his cheeks; Two-bit is quiet, eatin' silently, and Darry is just starin' hard at his food, like it were his worst enemy.

"You and I both know we're gonna be put in a home or somethin'! And, I don't know about you, but I like it here." His voice has calmed a little; he's walking towards me, arms wide.

"I love ya, Pone."

And that's when I truly broke. Tears started to stream down my own cheeks, and I didn't mean to make him cry. I didn't mean to make them feel so bad.

"I love ya, t-too," I stutter out, running into his arms. He holds me, and he sure does hold me tight. His arms around my middle, his wet cheeks brushing against mine, and his voice.

"Pone, Pony, Ponyboy .. Ponyboy Micheal Curtis," he whispers, "I love ya so, so much."

Darry comes to hover between us, holding us tightly to his strong, well-built chest.

I would get better. It will be a rough start, a really rough and rocky road, but I'm sure I will get better.

The End.

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That was so bad and I apologize. I just didn't want this to be ruined by something I did.

If you want to continue it by the first chapter, you may! Just credit me for the first chapter if you are going to copy and paste it.

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I hope you enjoyed.