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Okay, so once again, I've given up on getting Artemis to edit, I apologized for any bad grammar or spelling. Thank you to my reviewers you have been truly awesome. This is the last chapter to this story please review!
This chapter is in Pony's POV
It has been over a week since I came down with my fever. I'm still pretty weak, but Darry says he'd be pretty shocked if I wasn't still weak. Although I'm feeling much better nobody in the gang has let me out of bed yet, one of them is always there to stop me from getting up and about. Man, why do they always have to restricted me to certain areas? If I had known getting out of the house would lead to this I would have never left the house in the first place! I thought being confined to the house and porch was bad, but right now I would choose the situation over the present one in a heart beat.
"Hey Pone, how ya doin'?" Johnny casually strolled into the bedroom. He had been beaten by the Socs' too and it still showed, although, not as bad as it did on me. His lip was still cut although it had scabbed over and his short sleeved t-shirt revealed bruise and couple cuts along his arms. He still walk with a bit of a limp, because when the Socs' tackled him he sprained his ankle.
"I've been better. Room confinement is definitely worse than house confinement," I replied, letting out a dry chuckle.
"Aw, come on Pony, it can't be that bad! You've got lots of stuff to keep you busy." Johnny argued, trying to be optimistic I guess.
"Like what? There's nothing to do in here! I have been able to go outside in ages it seems like!" I grumbled.
"I could be worse though, you could be in the hospital again. Your lucky you didn't get pneumonia!" Johnny exclaimed.
"I don't feel lucky," I rolled my eyes. "I feel like someone who has been stuck bed for a week with nothing to do, but homework!"
"That's why when I saw a copy of this book I got it for you," Johnny said handing me a book, gone with the wind the front title read.
"Aw, thanks man! How did you know I've always wanted this book!?" I asked.
"You've said something about it before, I've got to go, I'll see ya around." He told me, waving as he left the room. I opened the book and soon I emersed into the word of the characters from my new book, allowing the words to carry me to different lands as I eagerly turned the pages and allowed my eyes to zoom across each new page with fascination.
"Ponyboy." Some one called softly from the door way of the room Sodapop and I shared. I looked to see Darry standing there. His reds were red and puffy and his hair was tosseled, it almost looked as if he had been crying.
"Your home from work earlier than usual... Darry, have you been cryin'?" I squinted at him trying to get a better a look at the figure that stood across the room from me. He nodded meekly, sniffling a little as he did so. Suddenly, despite his big muscular frame, he looked small and weak, "Why've you been cryin' Dar?"
"Because it's all my fault."
"What do ya mean by that!? Are you tslking about my arm again? It's okay, you already apologized and my cast will only be on for another month and a half, which when you think about it isn't really a long time." I said, some-what shocked as to he had just said.
"Not just your arm Ponyboy, this whole thing. Think about it, If I hadn't lost my temper with you, if hadn't gotten so upset I wouldn't have hit you. If you weren't hit you would have fell and broken your arm. If you hadn't broken your arm, you wouldn't have been confined to the house. If you hadn't been confined to the house you wouldn't have insisted of going out for a walk that night. If you hadn't gone out for that walk you, and johnny wouldn't have gotten beatin' by the Socs' and neither of you would have gotten hurt. You wouldn't have been drown either and would have gotten sick. I just feel so bad Ponyboy, the guilt just keeps eating at me. I mean I got so angry because you got me real worried when you didn't come home that night and then when you cam it was late, I seemed to let my relief that you were home come out as anger. Two-Bit told me when you were still in the hospital that you siad something about not thinking that I loved you, he said that you thought that the only reason you weren't in a boys home was because Soda wouldn't allow it. At first when he told me this I thought, why would you ever think that!? Then I really thought about it I realized that you had tons of reason to believe so. I mean, I've never told you that when I'm always telling you to do better in school than you are it's really my way of encouraging you to keep working hard, because I don't know how to anyother way. When I yell at you it's because I don't know what else to do, sometime I don't know how to handle things. I'm so so sorry, Ponyboy. I know that a simple sorry won't change every thing I've done and screwed up, but I feel that it still needs to be said. Oh, and Ponyboy, I do love you, just as much as Soda, I love you both so much I don't know what I would do without the two of you." He finished his little speech and with a sigh turned away from me and began to leave the room.
"Wait, Darry!" I called after him, slowly stopped and turn back to me.
"We've both made mistakes, and that's okay. Everyone makes mistakes, Darry. I'm sorry for the mistakes I have made, and really know that I get where your coming from, I realize that your mistakes haven't even really been mistake because all this time all you've really been doing was looking out for me the best way you could." With that being said, I untangled myself from sheets and walked over to where Darry was. I wrapped my arms around him and he slowly wrapped his around me, sitting us both down on the florr he cradled me like a baby against his cheast, "I love you too, Darry, I really truly do." I murmuered into his chest and I knew he heared me because he tighted his grip around me.
Soon we were both bawlin' like babies on the floor. Not because we were sad but, because we were happy. We were happy beacause everything was going to get better and everything that had once seemed broken was now mended and on it's way to recovery. Slowly we stopped crying and drifted into sleep, dreaming happy thoughs, know inf that everything was alright now.
Now this is switching over to third person kind of view.
The gang stepped into the Curtis house, looking for Darry and Ponyboy, who nobody had seen all afternoon. They found them sleeping on the floor, Pony curled up in a small ball on Darry's chest. Both had puffy eyes as if they had been crying, but everyone seemed to know that this wan't a bad thing, but in fact, a very good thing. Everyone seemed to understand that what was broken wasn't any longer.
WHOOOOOT! Well this story is officially done. Thank you to everyone who supported me in my writing of this story. Reviews for this final chapter would be really apperciated. I'm going to do more stories soon. If anyone has an idea for a story they would like me to write, go ahead and send me a message.
