I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS. :,(

I forgot to say , rated for later chapters.

(Darry's POV)

Dad's cries were still being heard throughout the house. Ponyboy and Johnny looked scared to death by the sound. Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit looked freaked out by it. Dally looked like her could care less but, knowing him for so long, I knew he was freaked out as well. The cries coming from my Dad were unnerving me. I never saw Dad cry before, let alone full out sob like he is now.

"I think," Dally said slowly, looking up at me, "That you need to go find out what happened."

I agreed with him but still..., "Why me?"

"You're oldest."

"You're closest to him."

"You're Superman."

"OK, OK," I said, getting up from my seat, "I'll go find out what happened."

I walked to the door of my parents bedroom door, and knocked loudly. "Dad," I called, "It's Darry. Can I come in?" When I got no answer, I opened the door and walked in anyway.

Dad was on the bed, laying on his stomach, hugging a pillow. He was crying his eyes out, but as I entered the room he stopped making the sounds that were scaring everyone in the house. Even though he was still crying mighty hard I think it was an improvement. "Dad," I said softly, moving over to sit on the bed with him, "Dad, what's wrong? What happened, Dad?"

It took a good while to get Dad calmed down enough to speak. Every time I would come close to getting him to calm down, he would start sobbing again. When he was finally able to speak, he spoke words I had never wanted to hear. "Your mom," he was talking quietly, "Was in the car, on her way home from the store. A drunk driver hit her. She died on impact." he begain sobbing again. I stayed with him, trying to calm him down (not doing so in the least) until he fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, I took his shoes off, and layed him down. As I was walking to the door, I relized what I had to do, and was about to do without even relizing it. I stopped. I had to go tell my brothers, and people who considered our parents their parent, that Mom was dead. That she went to the store, and would not be coming home.

I begain walking again. I felt numb. As I walked out the door of my parents room, all eyes were on me in an instant. They were all sitting around the room. Dally was sitting in the big chair, Two-Bit, Johnny, and Steve were on the floor, and Soda and Pony were on the coach, that had room for one more person.

"What happened, Dar?" Soda asked after a moments hesitation.

I walked over to the coach. Soda and Pony, who had been sitting close to each other, moved apart to make room for me. They knew it must be bad for Dad to cry like that, and they both wanted the comfort that I could give them, a feeling of being safe. As I sat in between them, Pony came forward and was hugging me with a strenght I could hardly believe he had in that little body of his. I was hugging him back without a moments hesitation. "Well, little buddy," I said quietly, "Mom..." I couldn't do this. I couldn't tell my little brothers that our mom was never coming home, was never walking through that door again. But I knew that I had to. I slowed the lump that had formed in my throat and tried again. "On the way home from the store, Mom was hit by a drunk driver. She... God guys she didn't make it. She died on impact."

Everyone looked shocked, like they couldnt believe it. Pony hugged me tighter (how the hell is this kid so small, but so strong), and I opened my arms to let Soda in to hug as well. He jumped toward me at the silent invation to join the hug, and started hugging me just as hard as Pony, if not harder. Soda and Pony were crying mighty hard.

Johnny came over and sat, leaning against my legs. He may not be my brother by blood, but he is my brother in my heart. He may be closer with the other members of the gang, but I have got him out of a few tough spots. He feels safe when he is near me, like Pony and Soda do. He looked up at me, and he just looked so sad, with his puppy dog eyes filled with tears. If I had anymore arms, I would of hugged him.

I looked at Two-Bit, Steve, and Dally. I could only begin to wonder what they all were all thinking.

(Soda POV)

WHAT? NO. No no no no no no no no no. I did not hear that right. My mom can not be dead. She just can't. It is impossible. It can't be true. It just can't. We all need her too much.

I need her for the support, the love, the encouragement, the advice, everything.

She just can't be dead. But even as I think of all this, I know it's true. I just do. My mother is dead, no matter how much we all need her.

(Steve POV)

O shit. That's all I can think after I heard Mrs. Curtis is dead.

She brought out the best of all of us. She showed me that there is good in people. She put up with all my rants about my dad, no matter how long, or how many there was.

She was the best. No one can ever be as good as her.

(Pony POV)

Mom's dead? NO! She can't be. I need her I need the love, the smiles, the hugs, the kisses.

I'm only 13. I can't lose my mom. I need my mom still. She has to be with me, with us still. I don't care how much like a baby I sound like, how much I don't sound like a greaser. I want my mommy.

This is my worse nightmare. And it only becomes worse when I realize, it's true. She's gone and I can't ever have her back.

(Two-Bit POV)

When I heard Mrs. Curtis was dead, I thought I might cry. I haven't cried since my dad left when I was 5. I just forgot how. But I wanted to cry for Mrs. Curtis.

It was like the best person in the world had died, you dig? I think that's what did happen. Mrs. Curtis was the best person in the world.

She would sit and listen to all my jokes and laugh along with the rest of the gang, and even when they didn't find it funny, She would laugh. She could stop me from drink as much as I do.

I'm gonna miss Mrs. C.

(Johnny POV)

Mrs. Curtis can't be dead. She just can't be. After all she's done to all for me, for the whole gang, she can't be dead.

I thought about all she has done for me. She has shown me that not all adults are evil. She has shown me that I am not the worthless brat my parents say I am. She has held my hand through the pain my parents put me through, and she has cared for me like I am her own son.

She is the most needed women ever.

(Dally POV)

I can't believe this shit. This is just fucked up. Mrs. Curtis was the best, nicest, most caring women ever. She didn't have much, but she still offered what she could to us.

Mrs. Curtis could actually make me feel bad for some of the stuff I do. From the first day I meet her, she was my voice of reason.

I looked around at the gang. Soda was crying. Steve looked upset. Ponyboy looked scared, he was crying too. Two-Bit looked sad. Johnny looked the most like a little lost puppy that I have ever seen him. Darry looked lost.

I knew that if someone were to look at me, they would think I could care less that Mrs. Curtis died, but on the inside, I felt like the world as we all knew it had just ended, and indeed, it had.

I will not blame you if this chapter turned you off but I wanted to show what I think the gang thinks about Mrs. Curtis dying. I hate writing emotions because I always feel like I'm making the people OOC. O well.

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