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Darry:
Pony's funeral was even more depressing than Mom and Dad's. With them we knew that there we couldn't have done anything to save them, but with Pony things were different.
What if I never let him walk to school the day he got jumped? What if I made him go to school on the day he died? It was his fault for running, he never did think. But I coudnt help but take part of the blame. I am the adult.
My boss gave me my job back, from pity I assume. I don't really need it anymore though. I want to go to collage, and now since Pony isn't here I guess I can. Il still need a part time job for tuition, but at least I can get my life on track.
Out of everyone in the gang, Soda has been handling everything the worst. I don't blame him. Sometimes I forget Pony's not here anymore. I'm so used to having him around, that I didn't realize how painful life would be like without him.
*Steve*
"Soda, come on. You've been crying for hours." That can't be good for him. I understand though, He and Pony were really close. And I'll admit that it made me a bit jealous. Although Pony and I never really got along, I miss having him around. I mean sure, I've always seen him as a tag along. But that was better than not having him here at all. I wish I could apologize for how things were between us, but I guess it was too late now.
"Okay." Soda comes out of the bathroom, and for once in his life- he looked terrible. His eyes were red and puffy, and a path of tears were stained down his face.
We walk and meet with Two-Bit and Darry. Unlike usual, Two-Bit wasn't walking around trying to make jokes and cheer everyone up. Instead he stood with an empty look. I almost didn't recognize him. We've all been through a lot. But at least we still had each other. 3 down, 3 to go.
Thanks for reading. This is the last chapter. Please review and tell me what you think, or any suggestions for a new story. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
