Chapter 1: There Is A Baby On Your Porch, Pone

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Ponyboy's POV (January 31st, 1968)

I leaned over my English homework, cursing Mr. Defries for giving me so much English to do tonight. He was a good English teacher, but he loved to assign pages of homework at the end of class. I was so glad that the weekend was coming up soon.

Darry wasn't suppose to be home for another hour or two, so I pushed myself away from the writings that were making my head spin, and got out some noodles to make spaghetti. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it would do.

Something was missing from the scene, but I couldn't lie to myself about what it was. It was Sodapop. I remember the exact date we got the letter. It was a Tuesday in September when I came home from school and grabbed the mail.

"Darry!" I called, slamming the screen door behind me. I handed him the newspaper and the bills, but my fingers clenched tightly around a thick Army envelope when I came to it.

"No... No, no, no, no... No!" My knees buckled. I already knew what it said. "It-It can't be!"

I never read it. Darry read the first sentence aloud.

"We regret to inform you that Sodapop Patrick Curtis was killed in the line of duty on September 21st, 1967..."

'Killed in the line of duty.' What a nice way of saying murdered in a foreign country thousands of miles away. We sobbed together on the kitchen floor for hours that night, holding on to what we had left.

Soda would have been nineteen in just a month, but he didn't even make it to nineteen. Shot in the heart, an instant death.

Forever eighteen.

Steve went crazy after that, and he had just began coming around again. Two-Bit drank more, but he was there for me, always. And I was eternally grateful for him always being there.

I wondered about Cherry, the only other person besides him that I could talk to. She was a freshman at the University of Oklahoma by now, studying to become something better. I'm not sure what she's going for.

A knock at the door broke my thoughts. Thinking it was Darry, I went back to boiling my water, but then I realized that Darry wouldn't knock. I then heard spinning tires and Two-Bit's car's loud engine coming from outside. I washed my hands quickly and walked to the door, but before I could get there I heard a wail. It sounded like it was coming from a small child outside the door.

Two-Bit opened the door and poked his head through the opening. "There's a baby on your porch, Pone. You knock up any girls recently?" It was a joke, at least I hoped it was, but he didn't laugh. His stormy grey eyes were concerned and confused.

"A baby?" I finally spit out in shock.

A/N: So I have an issue with waiting to post new stories, but, oh well, it makes my and your life interesting I guess. Should Sandy's baby be a boy or a girl? )

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~Alee xXx