Sodapop's POV

When me and Steve reached my house, it was already 8 O'clock at night. The movie was pretty long, and afterwards, me and Steve went to the Dingo for a bite to eat.

Two-Bit was on the floor watching Mickey, Darry was in his recliner reading the paper, and Ponyboy had his nose in a book.

"Hey guys! Did ya here what happened to Pony today?" I asked.

Darry looked up. "No. Why? What did he do?" He looked at Pony who had looked up to.

"It was nothin'. We just ran into some socs earlier." Ponyboy said.

"NOTHING! He scared off five socs!" I exclaimed.

Now Two-Bit looked up. "What?"

We all looked at Pony, who had developed a sudden interest in his shoes.

So I told them the whole story, every detail. When I was finished, everyone's eyes landed on Ponyboy. Darry looked proud and a little concerned at the same time. Steve looked at Pony with a smirk playing on his lips. Two-Bit looked about ready to crack up.

Pony slowly looked up. That's when Two-Bit burst out laughing.

"Damn, Ponyboy! You have one bad temper! I wish I could've been there!" He said, between laughs.

Darry gave Pony a stern look. "Where'd you get a blade Ponyboy?"

As far as the gang knew, Ponyboy never carried one. He never said anything about the switchblade to me before. That kind of hurt me. Me and Ponyboy always tell each other everything. But lately, it seems he's been quiet and to himself more and more. Me and Darry worry about him. We try to get him to talk to us, but he usually gets angry whenever we bring Johnny or Dallas into it.

A sad look spread across Pony's face. He looked down, but that only made Darry press harder.

"Ponyboy? Where'd ya get it?" He asked again, a bit more demanding.

Pony paled. "It was Johnny's." He said, just a little above a whisper.

We all stared at him, dumbfounded. What? Did he say Johnny? I was gaping at him. Darry looked like he regretted asking but looked real curious at him. Steve and Two-Bit just stared, speechless.

"How did you get it?" I finally asked what was on my mind.

"I got it from his doctor." He said. I knew there was more to it. But I didn't push him any further. Darry got the message too.

"I'm goin' to bed. G'night." Pony got up and left the room.

Steve and Two-Bit stood up. "Well, I'm goin' to bucks. See ya guys!" Two-Bit said and left.

"I think I'll head home. See ya tomorrow Soda, bye Superman." Steve said. And with that he also left.

Darry and I sat in an awkward silence. Then, "You think Ponyboy's okay?" Darry asked me. I shifted in my seat. "I'm not sure. I haven't gotten him to talk to me yet. He sure is actin' different though." I said.

"Ya think I should call a doctor?" He asked, looking thoughtful.

I looked at him in disbelief. "Ya don't think it's that bad, do ya?"

He looked at me. "I don't know. But I don't want him getting anymore depressed." He told me.

"Ya mean like a shrink? I don't think Pony will like that." I really didn't want Pony mad at us. I hate it when Pony and I fight. We rarely ever do. That's why when we do, it breaks my heart.

"I don't give a damn what Pony thinks, if he keeps it up I might have to." Darry said tightly.

"Just let me try to get it out of him first." I reasoned.

Darry nodded his head. "Ya." He agreed. I smiled at him.

"What?" He asked once he noticed.

"It sure was something, when he scared off all those socs." I said, changing the tension in the room.

Darry also smiled. "Ya. I would've liked to see that." He said, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Next time those socs better watch it. Ponyboy looked ready to kill 'em. He even scared me a little." I admitted, with a grin. Then I remembered the look in his eyes. They had a dangerous glow to them. It made me shiver. The look in his eyes looked all too familiar. Dallas Winston. Ponyboy looked like Dallas. Oh, no. I thought. He can't be turning into another Dallas… nah. It was probably my imagination. I told myself.

"You cold Soda?" Darry asked, noticing me shivering.

"Yeah," I lied, "I think I'll get to bed now. Night Darry."

"Night Sodapop."