Disclaimer: I do not own anything concerning the Outsiders.

Ponyboy's POV

Today was the funeral. I was not ready at all. I was way too young to have lost my parents. I'm only 13 years old.

Darry helped me tie my tie around my neck and did the same with Soda. He tied his own and the gang walked in. Even Dallas was in a nice shirt and jeans. Everyone's hair was greased but it was nice of them to dress up and come to the funeral.

As we walked into the church and I caught sight of the closed caskets that held my parents body, tears welled up in my eyes.

I couldn't hear the preacher over Soda's and mine's crying.

"Darry." I whispered,"Do you mind if I go outside for a minute?" I asked quietly. He nodded.

I got up and Johnny followed me.

"Gotta smoke Johnnycakes?" I asked. He handed me one and lit up himself.

He looked like he wanted to talk but kept quiet. I smoked two, almost three but Johnny cut me off, more cigarettes before going back into the church. Darry immediately smelt the smoke on me.

"How much did you smoke, Pone?" He asked. I held up three fingers with an innocent expression. He shook his head.

"No more than a pack a day, got it?" He said sternly. I nodded and tried to pay attention to the funeral but tears spring into my eyes again and sons racked my body.

By time it was over so had a pounding headache from crying so much. I got in our vehicle and slid in between Two-Bit and Sodapop. I almost immediately fell asleep.

Darry's POV

I saw in the back seat Pony was out cold. He really hasn't been getting enough sleep.

I pulled into the house and shook him awake. He felt kinda warm.

"Go 'way." He muttered half-askeep. I sighed and slipped my arms under him and carried his sleeping figure into the house.

X

I got up and went in Ponyboy's room to wake him up. I was concerned when I walked in, even in the darkness I could tell he was pale. I grabbed the thermometer and sure enough he had a fever of almost 102.

I went into Soda's room and woke him up for school. He fought me, but gave in and got ready. He came out if the shower and resumed arguing with me.

"Darry come on. Just one day." He tried. He looked around the room.

"Where's Pony?" He asked.

"Sleeping."

"You're making me go to school but not him?" Soda asked heatedly.

"He's sick, Soda, I'm not that unfair." Concerned replaced his angry features as he walked into Pony's room.

Two-Bit came in slamming the door and telling his greeting.

"Shut up, Two-Bit, Pony's sick and trying to sleep." Two-Bit nodded sheepishly while Steve looked annoyed.

"Probably just a cold. Or he's faking to get out of school. Why can't he just suck it up." Steve muttered, not meant for me to hear.

"Steve, he's running a fever of 102 and he loves school. If you knew what was good for you you'd keep your mouth shut." I told him angrily. Unfortunately, Soda had over heard us arguing.

"Yeah Steve. Come on let's go. You don't want your jaw broken." Soda said as they left.

"Might help your face." Two-Bit said with a smile.

"You going to school" I asked.

"Naw, I'll stay with the Kid."

"I ain't a kid." Said a hoarse voice. "Why didn't you wake me up? I'm going to be late." He told me.

"Nope, Kiddo, you got a fever and your staying home." He coughed lightly and laid on the couch.

"I'm fine Darry." He started but I gave him Dad's famous stare. He stopped, dejected.

Just then Dallas walked in.

"Hey Pony, you finally ditch?" He asked.

"Yeah, totally. Naw, Dal, ask Darry." He said.

"Don't you 'ask Darry' me. You're sick and staying home end of story." I told him.

"Bye y'all." I said as I walked out the door. Dallas followed me, headed for Buck's. I hoped Two-Bit Stayed sober while watching Ponyboy. He was 13, but he was sick.

X

Two-Bit's POV

"Bored. Bored. Bored. Boored." I repeated over and over.

"Then do something Two-Bit." Came Pony's congested reply.

"What should I do." I asked.

"Come up with something on your own. Or maybe, I don't know, clean. You come here enough." Ponyboy said, not even opening his eyes. He grabbed a copy of Gone With The Wind off the table.

"I'm going to read, maybe you should try it." I sighed and grabbed the newspaper.

Don't have a heart attack, I was just looking at the pictures. Ha, me reading, I thought shaking my head.

I really was bored, I was thinking almost as much as Ponyboy. It was unhealthy for me. I decided I would take a nap and drink a beer until Darry or Soda came home.

A/N: I don't write only sick fics but it just fit in. I do like them though. I'm a creature of habit. ;)~ I do have other ideas in my head. Sorry for those of you who hate Sick fics.

Preview: Ponyboy gets drunk!