Chapter 9

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The rest of "Curtis day" was going great. None of us were fighting, and my brothers and I acted like we could tolerate anything. Well we could..or so we acted like today, or at least I could. Darry and Sodapop kept getting into "big brother" mode every time some guy looked at me.

I was getting into boys right now, which was making Darry and Soda more protective of me than they use to be. The guy who kept staring at me didn't look at all bad. He had soft brown hair,and was kind of tall. I couldn't tell his eye color or anything like that seeing as every time I looked at him Darry told me that staring was rude, and I had to turn around. I don't know why but staring at him, I always felt like the wind would sweep me off my feet.

I never got to ask his name or anything, seeing as Darry and Sodapop were catching on, and made us leave. At least, that's what I believed. Darry said it was getting late and we had a busy day tomorrow. I didn't want to think about tomorrow or about Johnny or Dally, or that night.

None of us ate dinner that night. It was this unwritten tradition our family seemed to do. We never ate the night before a funeral. The night before or grandparents funeral, we didn't eat. Night before our parents funeral, we didn't eat. This night wasn't going to be any different.

The next morning was just like the previous morning. Long and boring. Except this time it was less exciting. In a way all funerals were the same. Well the ones we've been to were. I guess it's because greasers can't afford fancy funerals like the socs can. Most greaser families just give the bodies to the state. And the state has a small funeral for relatives, and close friends and family.

I never understood the point in fancy funerals. If people are dead, then why do they need to spend thousands of dollars on things they will never see? I asked my parents this once, and they said it was a sign of respect.

Johnny and Dally had a nice funeral. It was one combined for the both of them. I never said a word during the funeral, I just cried. Ponyboy got real emotional, and it was hard to understand him at times. He gave a speech about Windrixville, and read some poem called "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost, and then when they buried him, it felt like the saddest thing in the world.

There wasn't much to be said about Dally,since no one knew him the way we did. He didn't get a long speech the way Johnny did,and in a way I think thats how they both would of wanted it.

I gave a small smile seeing the two being buried side by side. Dally loved Johnny. In every type of love there ever was. Dally never admitted it of course, but he loved him. Johnny looked up to Dally, and loved him back. And I guess when Dally said he was proud of Johnny, it was code for" I love you".

I almost laughed out loud after thinking about that. It brought me to a thought of this conversation Justin and I had a while back. It was one of those weird conversations that friends do when they are really bored and insanely hyper.

"Hey Mist." Justin said as we were sitting in my room. It was a warm day in the middle of June.

"Yea?" I said, tired of jumping on my bed.

"If any two members of the gang ever got together who do you think it'd be?"

"JUSTIN!" I shrieked before calming down and asked, " What'd make you think any of them ever get together?There all guys..duh. And what made you think of this in the first place?"

"Just wondering who you think ever would. And it makes me wonder because outside, ..just look outside."

I looked outside. And I saw where Justin got the idea. The gang were doing a water balloon fight. Except for Two-Bit who was spraying everyone with a hose. No one was wearing their leather jackets or grease. Well the grease was all washed out in puddles in the front yard. I just shook my head at Justin's weird mind.

"So out of Curiosity who do you think?"

"me and you" I said sarcastically.

"Noo I mean of them."

"Justin, none of them will ever. "

He smiled and said " I think its Johnny and Dally."

I rolled my eyes at him and said " I'm hot. Lets go outside."

We never brought that subject up again.

It took me along time before I knew he was right.

I saw Johnny's mom there. She was crying. I couldn't tell if she was faking or not. Probably was. That bitch. She came over to us and said " its all your fault. If it wasn't for you punks, he woulda still been here. All your fault." She spit at us and walked off, still fake crying.

"Bite me, bi-" I couldn't get out the last word as, Darry covered my mouth. It was probably a good thing he covered my mouth. Seeing as if he didn't, I'd probably be in the emergency room.

We got home later that afternoon, and just sat there in the awkward silence. All of us were thinking the same thing.

Is this the end of our gang?

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Im so sorry for the long wait. Hopefully, u wont have a very long wait.