Well I have to stick to the movie somehow. I forgot some stuff that happened in the lovely bones. I remember that Susie met an Asian ghost girl. So, I hope u guys like this story This is my favorite chapter right now.

Ponyboy's POV

My eyes opened. I found myself lying in a meadow filled with pink, white and yellow flowers, with green grass.

"So, you're finally awake huh," a male voice asked. Ponyboy looked up and saw a black haired boy staring at him from a grave stone, which he was perched on. He looked about 15 almost 16. He had a bit more muscle then me. I scanned him over a little bit more. He had on a loose tiny side-striped black, gray, and white tie. The tie was accustomed with a tan long sleeved shirt that was open all the way. A white t-shirt underneath. My eyes went down lower and I noticed his dark blue jeans were tattered a bit and sagging just a little. His shoes were a different story. They were black and white converse, freshly kept.

My eyes met his dark forest green again. He was watching me in amusement.

"Ugh, hi," I finally pronounced.

"Hmm, so you can talk," he said a bit smugly. I sat up as he leapt off the grave stone gracefully, landing just in front of it. I got a good view of the name.

Here lies Jake Montgomery

1950-1965

He will be missed

Jake Montgomery. Why did that name ring a bell? Then it suddenly hit me. This boy was the one who got hit by a drunk driver. He died 3 months before my parents died.

"I remember you," I whispered to him. He looked up in the distance as he hopped back up on the grave. He chuckled.

"Heh, yeah. It's kinda stupid to run out in the middle of the night". His eyes landed on me while he let out a smirk. "Especially at a rave".

I had nothing to say. I didn't want to bring him unwanted memories or something. He leapt back down and held his hand out to me.

"But yeps, that's me. Jake Montgomery at your service. Class clown and loudmouth. Call me Scott though," he said as he pulled me up.

"Why Scott?" I asked.

He shook his head like it was a simple answer. "Because I like Scotch," he said simply. Hmm funny, the kid didn't look like a drinker.

I shook his hand as I felt a smirk slide across my face. "Ponyboy Curtis at your service. Professional smart ass with the Paul Newman impression". Jake chuckled.

"I think I'll just call you little red or red head," he said. Wait-wha.

"So, you know my story. Now what's yours?" he asked. I started to say but he interrupted me.

"Oh wait, I can answer that. You were murdered red head".

"Right, but how did you?" "How did I know? Because I'm in the same situation as you little red".

"I have a name you know," I said astonished. I know I have auburn hair, but that's the key. Auburn, which means not completely red. I mean come on man.

"You're stuck in the same thing as I. I'm in the in between just like you". Scott shrugged his shoulders like it was the most casual thing to say to somebody.

"The in between?" This statement made me feel queasy, but it gathered my attention all the same.

"Yeah, you know. For the sad dead souls that can't cross over because they haven't been able to let go or if they haven't finished something". I looked around this so called paradise. So basically I was in a meadow full of flowers and deep green grass. There was one grave in the middle of nowhere and a bench thingy with a gazebo on it. (I don't know what to call them. You see them in parks and stuff. It's that small octagon shelter that has a long bench on the wall where you sit on. So there's a large amount of space in the middle of the room. There are no full walls. You see them at parks and ponds and stuff). The sky is blue and there seemed to be a small town miles from here.

"So what are you here for then?" He scratched the back on his head sheepishly. That movement reminded me of Soda when mom used to catch him in the cookie jar when he was younger. I nearly fell over.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!" I screamed. "

I just never figured it out". It's been 3 years. I wanted to say that but thought better of it.

"Yeah well, I'll help you figure out who your murderer is if you help me," he compromised. "I mean come on, how are u gonna get murdered and not see his face once," he said chuckling.

"Whoa, hey hey hey. In my defense it was dark and pouring out there. Water got in my eyes," I said defensively. My arms crossed over my chest automatically and I felt satisfied with my answer.

"Pssh, yeah right," he said. We started walking.

"Fine," I said. Scott raised his eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. Somehow I was the only one who couldn't do that trick. "It's a deal. Besides you still didn't answer my question specifically".

"How I know you were murdered? Funny thing is I can go back to earth just like you can. Other stuck dead souls can too".

I felt a puzzled expression slide across my face.

"I see none in Tulsa," he said.

"Exactly, no one likes Tulsa". He had a point though. (This is not how I feel).

"He-, yeah you're probably right," I said.

"Middle class".

"Greaser," I said. He cracked a smile.

"I like you a whole lot more now," my new black haired ghost friend confessed.

"Thanks, I guess".

"You are here, my little ghost boy, because you have used up all your powers. The reason you don't see your grave is because you probably don't have a funeral yet". He was right unshockingly. He seemed to be the ghost expert. I hope he keeps ghost 101 handbooks. Oh look there goes another nickname.

"So, let's get out of this place and get back to the human world. We have nothing better to do right now in here". He said as he stretched.

"Sure Scotch," I retorted. Another grin.

"I see. Payback for another nickname I see". I asked him why he won't call me Ponyboy.

"Simple, because it sounds like a gay ass superhero". Was a bit offended, but he was right. Of course he was. As much as I love my uniqueness of a name, who in their right mind names a boy after some princess rainbow Unicorn. My last name should've been rainbow for all I care. We super speeded into town. A sign. WELCOME TO TULSA OKLAHOMA.I looked to Scotch.

"Well we both died in this city didn't we? Now listen carefully red head. We're not really in Tulsa right now. It's more of an outline. Like a movie. That's why there's none of the living here. However there are ghost. The bad and friendly. Avoid the bad ones at all cost. To get back into the human world walk through a portal. It can be a window, door, or water, or hole in the ground. As soon as you walk through a specific door that has a bright light behind it, that's your key to walk in. Ghost still have their rules. We're just here for the reason we've been assigned. We can't interfere too much. If that happens you'll either get stuck in the in between or down in the "underworld" for eternity". I gulped. That was good information. I'd really like that handbook now. Let's go to the nightly double. I'm sure Dawn's there with her friend Kristy watching a movie,' he explained smoothly.

"Dawn?" I asked. Curiosity got the best of me.

"My sister," he said. The boy glanced at me sideways. "Of course you guys could become an interesting ghost couple," he said. I almost choked while walking. We speeded down the road to the movie theater. We stopped in front of two girls eating popcorn that looked flavorless. There was a cute curly girl with shoulder length black hair. She looked to be 15. Her light mocha skin balanced her features gracefully. She looked to be mixed with Mexican, white, and black. Her eyes were brown with golden specks. She was like Johnny in a way. He's Mexican and Indian. A cute dark brunette was right beside her. She was gorgeous. She had the same eyes of Scott. In a way she kinda had left over's of a baby face. Her brown locks went to her mid back. I assume this one is Dawn and the blonde in Kristen.

"JAKE!"

Dawn got up as soon as she saw her brother. He swung her up in a hug that was strong, but gentle all the same. Kristen gave him a warm friendly hug. All eyes suddenly turned to me.

"Who's this?" Kristen asked. "He's hot. You got a dead girlfriend?" I could tell that she was quite the flirter. I looked down and chuckled. Dawn came up close to me. I looked up and found myself looking into her eyes. She gave me a warm kind smile.

"Hi, there," she said gently. "What's your name?" she asked

"Ponyboy Curtis," I responded back. She let out a crack of a smile. Kristen snorted and put her hand over her nose and mouth. She turned around as if embarrassed.

"Kristen!" Dawn screeched. She slapped her friend's arm.

"Ok, ok I'm sorry Dawn. I was just caught off guard". Her watchful features turned to me. "It really is a cool name though," she claimed. Jake snorted. Now it was his turn to pull a Kristen. Dawn slapped his arm. Then we all burst out laughing. I knew they weren't mocking me or anything like that. It was good to laugh.

All of a sudden a breeze flew by. A girl about 15 stops in front of Dawn. She had light dark blue eye shadow on. It complimented her dark blue gray eyes and long black-blue hair that seemed to sparkle.

"Dawn, the authorities are out for me again. All I did was pull a few tricks on the humans," she said frantically.

"Come down Christina. You're lucky they're lenient," she said with a stern look. "Just go apologize". Christina rolled her eyes and her eyes landed on me. She reached out her hand and I took it, shaking hers.

"Hi, Christina Brown, broke my neck on the stairs. It wasn't an accident though. Originally from Missouri. I'm here to visit," she said casually.

"Ponyboy Curtis, brutally murdered," I said. She had a look of remorse. "I'm so sorry," she said. She started backing up. "Bye, guys. I'll see you in the human world". Then she was gone. I looked back at the others. The girls looked at me sadly.

"I'm sorry," Dawn said. Kristen nodded. I nodded and smiled warmly at them. Jake came up and put his arm around my shoulder. He was about 1 or 2 inches taller than me. I've grown a bit since Windrixville. Physically and mentally.

Well bud, you should probably know who the authorities are. They're really nice people, but they do have temper problems. They're like the council of the missions. They keep track of who dies and stuff. Some people call them the Ghost Busters. They also give you a boost of your powers if needed. For example, they can make you human again under a certain amount of times along with a time limit on each one. We'll take you there soon. (THIS IS ALL NOT TRUE. I KNOW THAT GOD IS IN CHARGE OF EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. THIS IS NOT HOW THE AFTER LIFE IS OF COURSE. JUST WANTED TO CLEAR SOME THINGS. I KNOW THERE'S ONLY 2 PLACES WE GO TO AFTER WE DIE).

We started heading over to the portal, which was the movie in fact. There was a door on the wide screen.

Kristen zoomed up on one side of me. "We'll help you with anything you need," she said pleasantly. I glanced behind me. Dawn was walking by her brother. They both nodded. I smiled. "By the way, I died in a fire. It wasn't an accident either".

"I died by a drug overdose," Dawn said. I glanced at her questioningly. "No, I do not do drugs,".

"This is it," Jack said. He flew through the screen. We followed suit. I couldn't believe it. I was actually in a movie. We wore suits and dresses. The movie was PROM. When there's a killer killing in Prom. People were screaming and shoving us around. Dawn grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. We were running like the school was on fire. Then the scene changed and the door disappeared. Damn. Scott shoved me forward into the hallway. He was screaming at me.

"Be careful," he said "if you die in a movie or a ghost "kills" you, you lose consciousness. If that happens you go into a coma. We miss 2-3 days of the human world. If that happens, your mission could change drastically and you wake up from the place you started," he warned. Scott chuckled. "A thrill actually. One more thing. We don't have our powers right now".

Well this sucks.

"The door," yelled Kristen.

I heard a chainsaw behind me. I looked behind me and saw the killer behind us. We all screamed our asses off and shoved each other. One by one we flew through the door. Groans were heard. I opened my eyes and looked up. We were at the nightly double. The place was filled with Socs and greasers. There seemed to be a fight going on. All of us scampered off each other and ran towards the exit. Of course nobody saw us. "SO, where too?" asked Dawn. She wiped down her dress that was still on.

"Well, I have to go find my family and friends," I explained. I frowned in worry. I hope all of them were still alive and not in some ditch dead.

"Hey don't worry. I'm sure they're all right," Dawn said as she squeezed my hand reassuringly. I nodded right. We flew (running at super speed) out the movie theater laughing at the feeling.

Danger POV

Here we are at the movies and Tim is at the station. Not to mention my little brother's probably running off causing trouble.

Bell like laughs flew by me. I looked behind me and found nothing in particular.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked. Another member of the gang. "Nothing," I said.

Though I could've sworn I saw faint long dark brown hair.

This one was really long and also my favorite chapter for now. I really like it. So you, guys will see a lot more ghost.

Stay Tune Folks: Friends and Foes will come together. Friends will backstab friends while a killer's on the loose. With all this bickering how will they protect each other from another grizzly death? Who's next on the murderer's list? Will a Soc/greaser war break out because of this? Stay Tune Folks for the drama, suspense, romance, mystery, and horror.