Hey guyysssss. I know, I am so sketch at this whole "finishing a story thing" but I lost my hard drive (which has my stories, my ideas, and is basically my life….) so I lost all the part of the chapter I was working on. Yeah, I know, FML. *bangs head against a wall* but I am starting over, so you guys can maybe get some closure with our favourite characters. And, in order to try and please you all (aren't you little muffins just oh so lucky!) I've decided to do switching points of view. ) By the way, this will come in bits and pieces as I write it, different parts. I hope you like part one, sorry it is just under 1k words :(

Sodapop POV

I loved you; you made me, hate me.
You gave me hate see?
It saved me and these tears are deadly.
You feel that?
I rip back, every time you tried to steal that.
You feel bad?
You feel sad?
I'm sorry hell no f*ck that!
~Black Dahlia, Hollywood Undead

I tapped my fingers real restless-like against the side of the car, paint chips an' rust hitting the cracked pavement every time my fingers twitched. Dar glanced over at me before looking back at the stoplight, his lips twitching up in a smile. With his easy grace, he reached over and messed up my hair, his laugh booming through the car. I frowned at him, shaking my hair back into place. Nobody touched my hair.

"C'mon, little buddy, no matter how often you jitter around like a 'fraidy cat this light ain't gonna change no sooner," he drawled as the light slowly flickered to green. He eased down on the gas and the truck rumbled under us, groaning as the engine tried to go faster. Darry was smiling again, which was nice. He hadn't smiled much since Pony had gone and landed himself in that damn loony bin of a place.

I glared at the chipped, faded blue hood. Damn thing, I thought furiously. Damn thing needs to get its act together an' get us to that hospital so I can see my baby brother. I bounced again, looking at the city as it passed by in blurring colours. The cinema has its gaping doors open wide, the cool darkness of the theatre inviting Socs and Greasers alike in to take in a flick and eat nickel popcorn, buttery and hot. My stomach grumbled at the thought and I frowned at my stomach. How could I be hungry at a time like this? Pone was coming home today, and my stomach wanted FOOD? Nuh-uh. I saw Socs walking by in their madras and loafers, and Greasers chain smoking by light poles and leering at the girls walking by. I rolled my eyes but looked sadly at the two youngest, who were standing slightly apart from the group and talking. The older one of the two said something and the younger smiled, then tried to get the older one in a headlock. He dodged it, laughing and they play wrestled before the whole group of 'em started walking toward Dairy Queen, then just became blurs in the heat of the blindlingly hot city. I could feel my skin baking in the sun out the window, and all of a sudden I could feel tears burning in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away before Dar could see; he didn't need no more to worry about. Damn, I missed doing that kind of stuff with Pony. Soon, I promised myself. Soon, everything would be back to normal.

Finally, after what seemed like FOREVER but was probably only another 10 minutes or so, the car rumbled into Mercy Hospital lot. I felt a grin spread across my face like wildfire and I was out of the truck and running before Dar had even cut the engine. I bolted as fast as I could toward the door, my legs flying under me.

I could hear Darry behind me, giving into his excitement as well and running behind me into the building. I ran past the fake-red haired bitch at the front desk without a second glance and kept going until I reached Pony's hallway, I stopped and let Darry catch up to me, then, whooping, we started walking down the hall together.

Only to stop, our mouths dropping as we saw the scene unfolding two doors away from where we were.

Nurses were swarming around Ponyboy's door like nervous bees in white, leaving clouds of hairspray behind them as they tittered and gasped alarmingly. Two burly security guards were runnin' from the other way, their eyes wide. I could hear Ponyboy inside, screaming at the top of his lungs, as if they were stabbin' him or something.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I? WHERE'S DARRY? SODA? I WANT MY BROTHERS!" he wailed as loud as he could as a lunch tray came sailing out of the doorway, making the nurses scatter and scream as one narrowly avoided gettin' covered in some squishy orange-looking stuff.

I took off again, only to run into a hairy, massive wall. I looked up to feel two arms clamp around the tops of my arms, stopping me. One of the guards, the younger, nicer looking one, looked down at me sternly.

"You can't go in there, boy. He's unstable." He growled, the sound comin' out of him like a roar out of a tiger. I shook my head back and forth, digging for wards to explain.

"No, sir, you..I…I gotta get in there!" I spluttered, trying to lunge around him to get to the door, where I could still hear Pony raising hell.

He shook his head seriously. Behind me, I could hear Darry having a similar conversation with the older cop, but his involved a lot more cussin'.

"You son of a BITCH, let me see my brother!" Darry roared. "I'm his guardian, for chrissake's!" His voice went up at the end of his sentence, reaching a yell.

All of a sudden, the noise in the room stopped. The ladies in white stopped milling around. Everything in our little bubble went quiet.

"Soda?" I heard a voice call softly, sounding about 5 years old.

"Ponyboy!"

Then I heard the nurses gasp and scream as I rounded the corner just fast enough to see my little brother collapse to the floor.