When Fallen Angels Fly

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Ponyboy ~Spring, 1967~

I was allowed to go home, with just the strict warning of "blah...blah...blah... drink plenty of fluids... blah...blah...blah... check his fever often, Mr. Curtis ...blah...blah...blah..."

I was relieved to be back home and in my own bed, but that got boring real quick. The next day, I got to lay on my own couch with the gang keeping me company in the living room.

"Can we play a game of poker or something?" I finally groaned, bored out of my mind, weakly coughing as it irritated my throat.

"Of course pony, you sure you can keep your eyes open, though?" Two-bit crackled, getting the rest of the gang to laugh with him.

"Whatever, Two-bit, just deal," I said, trying to sound irritated; it worked, because the next I knew, the cards were separated into five equal groups. Well, I wouldn't say equal, Two-bit probably snatched a few extra. I mean, I shit you not, he's a little cheat, but I love him anyways.

Those hours went by fast; it was getting pretty boring when I got tired of reading Gone with the Wind; even to the part where it mentions, "Riding into sure death, because they were gallant": Johnny's favorite part.

Well, it was anyways.

I ended up staying up all night, even when the gang went to bed around twelve. Two-bit and Steve stayed over so they could watch out for me whenever Darry and Soda couldn't. I watched one movie that I don't remember the name of, sitting up in my seat when they showed some fancy muscle cars, reminding me of those nasty Socs, and then Darry as they showed old muscle shirts. Ones Dad used to wear.

I woke up hours later, when it was light out. I rolled over and discovered that I was alone in my own bed. Soda must've been up already or at work. My guess was at work, because I normally woke up before him. He liked to sleep in on the weekends that he didn't work.

My stomach was still killing me, but my headache had gotten a lot better; I hope this was a sign of me getting to normal, but when you're Ponyboy Curtis there ain't no normal.

I went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of chocolate milk, but skipped cake, because I didn't want to be hurling it up twenty minutes later. Sitting in the living room on the couch, I ached for Two-bit or Curly to come over; this was seriously getting boring, and one or the other could cheer me up any day.

Turning on the TV, I groaned as I heard the cartoon mouse on the screen and changed it to Gun Smoke. I knew I should be taking it easy, but I couldn't help but clean around the house; it got bad enough to wear I started cleaning the bathroom.

Now I knew I was bored.

After cleaning all the rooms in the house, I was tired so I sat back down on the couch and thought about of better times. Thinking about Dally and Johnny.

The two were inseparable, but those two didn't show it. They didn't get God's gift, eternal life, well I knew Johnny did; maybe Dally was up there too. He missed the target, Dally did, and he sinned. Maybe his wage was death, maybe God had Johnny killed, because Dally deserved it.

Johnny lived life abundantly, because that's all he could do. His parents were nasty greasers who beat and abused their only son. Mr. Cade was a son of a bitch, an asshole, but I couldn't call Mrs. Cade nothin', even if she deserved it, I could never curse at a girl; it just wasn't right.

Trusting with the heart leads to righteousness and confessing with the mouth leads to salvation. It was God's love for a man- We know that God makes all things work together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to his decree.

Maybe he wanted them to be happy: I never would know, but I hope they're happy with Mom and Dad. I let my heavy eyelids slip shut.

A/N* THE END! THANKS FOR READING :)

Stay Gold,

~ Pony'sgirlfriend and Chicago Fire Buddies