AN: I don't know too much about court for murder, so please bear with me.

I Hope its not too bad.

Ponyboy's POV

The wait was long, but we finally were called in. All of the sudden, everything seemed to weigh down on my shoulders. The very air, I breathed, was suffocating me. The situation I was in, finally registered fully in my brain. I was at a point in my life, where my actions could've caused a terrible fate for me, or a life where I'm a gang leader. Right now, both futures looked like they would end badly. Well, I must be the biggest idiot I knew. Why would I run away to be someone I wasn't meant to be? Wow. It took all this mess, just to get me to realize my awful mistakes. Idiot, idiot, IDIOT! Glory, I'm dumber than Two-Bit ever was.

I used to be a smart, quiet, innocent kid. Now I'm nothing but a hood. Hopefully the judge will see it was self defense, and I'll be acquitted. Probably not. I'm a hood. Why would anyone see mercy on such a lowlife jerk like me? Wow. I feel terrible now.

We sat in our seats and the trial began.

Sodapop's POV

We sat in our seats and the trial began.

I was very nervous and very worried, of what was about to happen to my brother. He was gonna get life sentence in prison! No, that hasn't been declared yet, so we're safe. For now.

All my hope seemed to have vanished, when I walked inside the court house. Ponyboy's crimes were high. I knew that. Everyone knew that. But did he know that?

Earlier, Pony was laughing and smiling, without a care in the world. I looked at him now. Yeah. He knew it. He actually looked scared. I felt bad for him. I wanted to go over there and make all his fears go away, but I couldn't do that. One: he would probably kick my ass. And Two: we were in the middle of a frickin trial.

Plus, I was still kinda mad at him. He didn't come home because he wanted to. He came home to hide from his punishment. It was all just an act. But I'm pretty sure I wont be able to be mad at him for too long. He is my little brother, part of myself, I love the kid more than anything. I was never good at being mad anyway. I'm too happy go-lucky to be mad for that long.

The trial started off slow, and that made me anxious. I wanted things to pick up the pace. I couldn't sit still long. I've always been like that. I have too much energy to sit through anything. My name is Sodapop. It fits.

Then they started to call witnesses up to the stand. Chris was first. He told the judge the whole thing. The story made me want to puke. As far as Chris says, Rickey was drunk and pulled out a heater, Ponyboy stabbed him then ran. That's the main idea. It sounded pretty gruesome to me.

The judge called the second witness. "Charlie Smith to the stand."

Silence. I swear I could hear a cricket in the background.

She called again. Just then, the doors in the back of the court room opened, and a guy in his mid twenty's strode in. "Present! Sorry your honor! Traffic was bad."

"Are you Charlie Smith?" the judge asked.

Charlie nodded. "Yes your honor. Sorry I was late."

The judge looked annoyed. "Just take the stand."

Charlie took the stand and told the judge what he saw. His story was pretty much the same as Chris's. I could tell that the judge just wanted the whole thing to be over with. That didn't exactly comfort me. Charlie took his seat, and the judge looked at his files on his desk.

He agreed that there was alcohol in Rickey Wilson's blood. And he also agreed that there was a gun near by with his finger prints on it.

I couldn't believe it. We were actually gonna win! The evidence was so clear that it was self defense! My brother was not gonna go to prison, I know it!

Darry's POV

The trial took more than a couple hours, and started out bad, but… I think we were winning. I couldn't believe it. This was probably the best luck we've had since our parents died. I was so relieved when he clarified that the evidence seemed clear. That was a good thing, right?

But then it was time to hear what the jury had to say.

I was worried again. I still didn't know how this would turn out. I was shocked that the evidence was so clear, but what would the judges say? Guilty or innocent. One word would not just change Ponyboy's life, but also me and Soda's. Damn.

A man from the jury walked to the front. "The jury has reached a conclusion." the man said. "The jury says…"

I swear my heart was about to explode. I was sweating and felt like I was about to have a heart attack. This nervousness was something I rarely experience.

"… Innocent." the man declared.

Ponyboy's gang, Two-Bit, Steve, Sodapop and I all jumped up and cheered.

"Order! Order in the court!" the judge yelled then added, "Take it outside!"

Everyone piled out the door. Things finally were looking up. But why did I have this feeling that it wasn't over. That something was wrong…

AN: I am sorry its short!

But I didn't know a lot about this kind of court.

Sorry for any mistakes!

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