WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SPOLIERS. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK THEN I RECOMMEND YOU DON'T READ THIS.

This is my first Outsiders fanfic, so if there is anything wrong with my grammar/story line please let me know. So if you read the description you would know that this takes place after the death of Johnny. Ponyboy goes a little insane because his best friend died. I mean, wouldn't you? So I hope you enjoy this and please give reviews!

Dear Johnny,

Ever since that day I've been sick. Not as in coughing and stuff. I mean I sick in the head. Soda says I need to move on. I question him thinking, "move on from what?" I'm still lead to believe you aren't dead. That's why I'm writing this. Darry said if I wanted to move on I needed to write down all my negative thoughts into a journal or paper.

I decided I would write to you. I know it sounds stupid writing to a dead person, but it helps. I don't expect any letters in return. The note you left me in Gone With The Wind you said to tell Dally all these things, but I hate to break it to you. After you died, Dally went berserk. He robbed a grocery store and then ran from the cops. Pretty stupid, right? He called us saying he was gonna be at the lot. I think he just said that so we could just watch him die. Yeah, the cops shot him to death. But ya know? He had a look of triumph. So I'm sorry I couldn't tell Dally everything you said.

Maybe he wouldn't have died if I found that note sooner. Gah, it's my fault. I keep thinking that your death was my fault. If we hadn't jumped into that burning church, then maybe you would still be alive. But then the kids would have burned…It's hard to think about. Well, I best be going now. Darry says we're gonna go to Dairy Queen to celebrate the victory of our rumble. Take care will ya, Johnny?

Your Best Friend,

Ponyboy