Darry POV

I knew exactly what day it was since I remembered last minute last night. I didn't know how Pony would react to it; and honestly, I didn't want to find out. He seemed so carefree and happy when I talked to him in the living room. How could he take it so well? Did he know what day it was? I didn't want to take the risk telling him and ending up with a balling Ponyboy on our hands. I closed the door to my bedroom and sat down on my bed that used to belong to Mom and Dad. Golly do I miss them. I miss Johnny and Dally too, but not as much as I miss my own parents. I grumbled then headed to take make some breakfast. I walked out of my room and Ponyboy was still hogging the living room.

"Hey Darry?" I turned to face Ponyboy.

"What Pone?"

"Where's your shirt?" He stifled a giggle.

"On you." He soon shut up, looked down at his shirt, then back at the TV.

I walked into the kitchen and decided that I wasn't really in the mood to make a big breakfast, but I forced myself to since the gang would be here anytime soon.

Just as I was cracking open my first egg, Sodapop came rushing into the kitchen, half wet with just a towel around his waist. His hair was damp, I could tell he wasn't in the shower for very long.

"Darry!" He whisper shouted. Soda slid on the floor, but caught himself from falling on his face.

"What?" I said as I poured the beaten egg into the frying pan.

"Don't you know what day it is?!" He glanced at Ponyboy.

"Yes, I do. Don't talk to him about it until the gang gets here though." Soda looked at me as if I was off my rocker.

"Why? We're his family!" I shoved my spatula in Soda's face.

"And so is the gang, now go finish your shower before I throw hot grease all over you." I flipped the egg.

"I don't think it'll make that much of a difference since I'm always so greasy in the first place."

"Soda!" Soda rushed out of the kitchen and I heard the bathroom door close shortly afterwards. While working on making some toast, I heard someone clearing their throat, forcefully.

"Dar?" I could tell it was Ponyboy just from the way he said it. I turned around and walked away from the toaster and towards Pony. I leaned in the doorway, towering over him. I studied Ponyboy's face a little closer and saw that he looked somewhat depressed. Here we go…

"Something wrong Pone?" I said as gently as I could.

"You know what day it is?" He said quietly. Let's get this over with.

"Yeah baby, I do." I heard Pony sniffle, but no tears were welling up in his eyes like they usually do when this kind of subject gets brought up. I kneeled down to Pony's eye level and put my hands on his shoulders. Aaannnddd… there they are. Pony practically threw himself at me and started balling. I hugged him tightly and rubbed his back the way Mom used to do when one of us were crying.

"It's just… I miss them so much Darry…" Pony managed to gasp out. I nodded my head and started to stroke his hair that was now back to its normal reddish brown kind of color.

"We all do, just let it all out." Bad decision Darry. Ponyboy started sobbing all the more and louder too. Then, at the best time possible, I heard the front door slam open and the sound of hurried footsteps.

"GOOD MORNING CURTIS FA- oh…" Two-Bit practically screamed. I don't know how Ponyboy didn't hear him, he's louder than a construction sight. I opened my eyes and saw Steve sitting in the recliner and Two-Bit watching the scene before him in awe. I shook Pony a little, then pried him off of myself.

"Pony honey, you okay?" I said sympathetically. He wiped his tears away and sniffled for a while before sitting on the ground, cross legged.

"I don't know. I was doin fine this morning…" I joined him on the ground.

"Well, why don't you go run Soda out of the bathroom and clean yourself up. When you're both done, let me know so I can shower alright?" Ponyboy nodded and I helped him up off the floor. He left without another word. When the bathroom door closed, we all heard a scream that sounded like it belonged to a little girl.

"HEY I'M IN HERE! Oh, it's just you Pony. Hey, what's wrong baby?!" We all heard through the door. I wasn't paying attention for I smelled something burning. The eggs! I ran back to the oven and threw the burnt eggs in the trash can.

"Morning Darry, guess he knows what day it is." Two-Bit said while walking towards me, Steve following behind.

I let out a sigh. "Tell me about it."