Disclaimer: Upsettingly, I do not own The Outsiders nor do I make a profit from S.E. Hinton's work fabulous work. Sadly, S.E. Hinton is the only true owner of The Outsiders.

A/N: Sorry for not updating and for the fact this chapter is not my best. I think this is the longest I've ever gone without updating. I just kind of lost what I wanted for this chapter and/or whole story. Also laziness is a big key. I think that the ending should be in five or six chapter or something like that. I only think this story will be just under 15,000 words or so. Please R & R, they always help me write. Thank ya'll for keeping with me.

Sorry for the long note, I didn't mean to bore you.

Sodapop's POV

As soon as we got in the house Ponyboy went to bed. When I went in there I found him sitting on the bed, writing in a spiral notebook. When I walked in he put it under the bed and I pretended not to notice.

"Want to grab some dinner, Pone?" I asked, dancing around the seriously obvious topic of conversation we probably should be having, but I wasn't very good with serious things and I wanted to put it off as long as I possible can.

He nodded and followed me to the kitchen where we both ate a baloney sandwich. (A/N: Remember that the book has not happened so Ponyboy still likes baloney.) Well, he ate half of one and I ate two and then also ate his other half of the sandwich after I was unable to convince him to eat anymore food.

We ate in an awkward silence for a while until Darry turned on the news. They were covering another sad and destructive scene of greasers being killed in combat off in a foreign country. Darry quickly changed the channel to some rerun of an old west show. It was still on my mind, though. Too many greasers were dying or turning to drugs when they came back, while the Socs didn't have to go and risk their lives. They were too busy in college or jumping greasers. I knew that soon, Steve, Two-Bit, and I would be eligible soon for the draft anyway. I knew that I would be the first to be eligible, being a drop out and all. Steve may even go to college to avoid it, and that's saying a lot.

I pushed the unhappy thoughts from my mind as Ponyboy and I did the dishes.

I settled down to watch reruns and Pony mimicked my movements. One look at his face told me that all he was feeling was numb, and I wish I could do the same.

I wish I could take his pain away.

Darry's POV (bold:Darry regular:doctor)

The phone rang and I pushed myself up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"This is Ponyboy's doctor. I would like to do one more scan of Ponyboy. He's very young and may be responding to the surgery and chemo positively. I've been looking over his charts and noticed his response rate."

What? There's still a chance? Heck yeah I am going to take it, I thought excitedly.

"Sure. When should I bring him in?

"Tuesday to give him some time to respond and some recovery time."

"Alright, thank you. I'll bring him in. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Darrel."

For once, I smiled as I hung up with the doctor.

"What happened?" Soda asked.

I sat down next to Ponyboy.

"The doctor said that Ponyboy might be responding positively to the surgery. He wants to look at you again on Tuesday, Pone." I told them. They both grinned wildly and hugged, good vibes spreading throughout the usually depressed room.

This sure has been a roller coaster, but I hoped it was over, even though it never ever seemed to end for us.

A/N: Well, There you have it! Many people have been told they have weeks left and they have lived years. I hope that seemed to fit in well and make sense medically. But, Is it over yet for the Curtiss?