AN: The last chapter! Please review!

Ponyboy's POV

I had been in the hospital for a week now, and I am very bored. I was getting discharged today. It turns out, I was only shot in the arm, but I could've died from major blood lost. Darry beat up Snakes, and snakes ended up going to prison for attempt of murder. Ain't life great? Steve and Two-Bit were the ones who called the ambulance for me. Sodapop hasn't left the hospital at all, since I was brought in. He and everyone else were scared stiff and thought I was dying. I lost a lot of blood, but the doctors said I need to rest for awhile. Loosing that much blood makes you a bit weak until you've earned all your blood back. I was given a blood transfusion, and some stitches, and now I'm sitting in a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, pretending not to notice Soda's worried glances.

"When am I getting outta here!" I exclaimed.

"Soon. They said at five o'clock." Soda told me. "Its four thirty right now."

I looked at him. "Where's Darry?" I ask.

"Here." came a voice from the doorway. Darry came in and sat in a chair. "Sit still." he told me.

I sighed. "Am I getting out of here yet?" I asked.

"The doctor is getting the paperwork right now." Darry told me, and just then the doctor walked in.

"Here is the pain killers Ponyboy will take. Fill this form out, and then you all can leave." he told my oldest brother bluntly.

The doctor left, and I swung my arms up in victory. "Whoo-hoo! Im getting out of here!" I yelled joyfully. I hated hospitals, always have always will.

Soda smiled. "Yup. I don't like hospitals. Everything is white and clean." he said.

I laughed. "Yer crazy Soda." I said.

Soda grinned. "Out of my mind." he said.

Darry laughed. "Yer all nuts." he joined in.

Soda smiled evilly. "It must run in the family." he said.

We all laughed. Where have I heard this all before? I definably remember this from somewhere.

Just then, Two-Bit and Steve walked in. "Hey Ponyboy! Ya ready for the real world?" Two-Bit asked.

"I sure as hell am!" I hollered. Everyone laughed.

"Stevie here, says he cant wait to have ya back home!" Two-Bit says, pointing to Steve who in turn gave him a glare.

"Get yer finger out of my face, Two-Bit!" Steve yelled.

"Aw. Ya don't like my pretty hand, Steve?" Two-Bit pouted.

"I don't even like yer pretty face, Two-Bit! Now stop." Steve hissed.

Two-Bit drew his hand away, and started toward me, but he stepped on Steve's foot, which caused Steve to tackle Two-Bit to the ground. They rolled around, and crashed into everything, while wrestling. Steve pinned Two-Bit to the floor and held him down.

"Say uncle!" Steve ordered.

"Never!" Two-Bit replied and pulled Steve to the ground. They started to wrestle with each other again, until Darry got tired of it.

"Quit it out! Both of you. If you guys don't stop right now, than yer both goin home in wheel chairs!" Darry demanded.

They both stopped and got off the floor. Steve muttered under his breath, and Two-Bit looked at Darry smiling.

"Can I have a wheel chair? Me and Soda could race each other!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Soda grinned and cocked his eyebrow at our older brother. "Darry?" he asked, referring to the wheel chair thing.

Darry looked between Soda and Two-Bit as though they were crazy. "No." he said sternly. Sodapop and Two-Bit looked disappointed.

Darry shook his head and muttered under his breath. "I'm surrounded by crazy people."

I looked around at everyone and teased, "Maybe yer the crazy one, Dar." I chuckled. I remembered that before I went to New York, that I would never have teased Darry. He would skin me for sure. But now I think, why not? Everyone needs a good skinning once in a while.

Darry looked at me, but instead of punching my face, like I thought he would, he grinned. "My baby brother is as crazy as everyone else."

"Why is today so crazy?" Sodapop asked.

I shrugged. "Because." I said.

Everyone laughed.

"Ready to go, Pone? I'm done with yer paper work." Darry told me.

I nodded, then got out of bed. I was already dressed, my hair greased and I was as ready as I'd ever be. "Lets get outta here." I said.

We walked out of the hospital, and hopped into Darry's truck. As we were driving home, we just so happened to drive past my school. Oh no. I thought. Please don't notice, please, please. I pleaded everyone to look away from the left window, but they noticed. Steve was the first, actually.

"Hey! Ain't that yer old school, Ponyboy?" He smirked, knowing exactly what he was getting into.

Everyone looked out the left window at my school, and then they looked at me. Darry looked mad.

"Ponyboy Curtis! Have ya even been to school while ya were in New York!" He yelled.

I slumped down in my seat. I was dreading to have this conversation. No, not conversation. More like a yelling match with my best friend Darry. Oh boy. Were we going to have something to talk about when we got home. I sighed.

At least I was home. Exactly where I belonged.

AN: The End! Well, not really. I'm going to make a sequel sometime in the future. Thanx for reading!

-Sky angel