Steve POV
I slept horribly last night. It was about the fourth time that week that my Dad threw my ass out on the street for the night. The last four times, I went over to the Curtis' since their door is never locked, but I didn't want to go there and wake up to see Ponyboy throwing a fit over what day it was. Sometimes, I can't stand that kid; but when Dally and Johnny died and Pony dropped like a ton of bricks in the middle of the street, I realized how much we needed him in this brotherhood of the gang. If Pony passed too, Soda's life would be put on hold for eternity while Darry's would be too (so he could be there for Sodapop.) Two-Bit would never be the same fun filled, laughing drunken bastard he always is. Me? I think… I don't know what I would do honestly.
I was sitting in the armchair in the Curtis' living room when I fell into a comfy sleep. It was soon interrupted when I felt and heard someone shaking me awake.
"Hey Steve, wake up man," I snapped my head up and saw Sodapop before I let out a big yawn. "You alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah Soda, just dandy." I sat myself up and Soda sat on the floor beside me.
"Did ya get enough sleep last night or…" I looked him square in the eyes.
"I'm fine, just my old man ran me out last night so I crashed with Two-Bit, and let's just say he's not the soundest sleeper." Two-Bit turned away from the TV from where he was sitting on the floor and looked at me with a melo-dramatic facial expression.
"I'm hurt Steve… hurt!" He began fake crying and acting like a complete retard in front of Soda and I when we all heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. We looked into the dining room and saw Ponyboy standing up.
"Man up Keith." We were all staring at him when he stalked over to his room. It was about a minute or so when we all heard the sound of things (or something!) breaking. I looked at Sodapop and he had a horrific reaction looking expression on his face. I slapped him on the shoulder.
"Sodapop, ya might wanna go see what the hell he's doing." He shot up and off of the floor with me in tow and Two-Bit hot on our heels. When Soda opened the door, the first thing I thought was "has this kid gone crazy?!"
Ponyboy had taken a baseball and threw it at the window in his and Soda's room, causing the glass to shatter; along with throwing his bookshelf and books on the floor and all over the room. He stood there with his back to us and he was clutching something in his hand so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He was breathing pretty heavily and I couldn't blame him. He just destroyed half his room. He then walked over to his desk and shoved everything off of it. Soda ran over to him and approached him by wrapping himself around Pony's chest so he couldn't move his arms.
"Ponyboy! What that hell is wrong with you?!" Pony started screaming and retaliating and thrashing in Soda's arms harshly. Then, he let out a sob and fell to his knees, Soda followed in a similar manner, just not crying.
"Ponyboy!" Soda practically yelled himself. Then, if you looked close enough, you could see Pony go limp.
"What just happened?!" I yelled. I seemed to be the only one to notice that Pony stopped moving.
"Whaddya mean?" Two-Bit said softly. I smacked the side of his head.
"He's not moving!" Soda laid Pony on the floor and we saw that he was out cold. Soda began panicking.
"Two-Bit, go get Darry. I'll stay here!" I walked up to the two brothers and Soda was softly slapping Pony's face and talking quietly.
"Pony baby, wake up for me. Come on now." I let out a sigh and sat down beside Soda.
"So, what's wrong with the kid?" I asked while patting Soda on the back. He looked at me with a blank expression.
"Everything."