Hey, I'm starting another story...

I hope you all bear with me (LOL) and I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Ponyboy was four when he was kidnapped and taken into a foster home. It's been ten years since the incident and he's been looking for his family threw his songs.

I don't own Outsiders. S.E. Hinton does.

I couldn't find Mrs. Curtis's real name so I made one up.

Chapter 1-Singing.

Stacy (Mrs. Curtis) POV

"Ready-Freddy?" I asked my littlest boy. His name is Ponyboy, although he's shy, he's very polite. Today, was take your child to work day at Soda and Darry's school. But seeing that Darrel's boss didn't want children around the work area, they were to stay home with me. I don't think they mind that one bit. Though, they were getting bored, so I decided to take them to the park.

"Yes, Mommy." Ponyboy said. I notice he zipped up hs black jacket and tied his shoes all by himself. I was proud to have such a smart child. I know Darry and Soda are smart too, but I've never had them tie thier shoes at age four!

Darry and Soda and Ponyboy all held hands while walking. I loved that about them. Neither of them ever gotten into a fight. most parents will go threw the "terrible two's" but I never when threw that...I guess that's good...and bad. I shook it off and admired my little boys holding hands. I noticed Darry took the football with him I guess he wanted to show Ponyboy how to throw better. Ponyboy and Darry are working together on the football and Soda, my little angel is just having fun with me swinging him around.

"Okay, Kid brother, grip the ball like this..." Darry said.
Pony did so.
"That's good, now..throw!" Darry shouted. Pony threw the ball, but it was only two feet away from him and Darry. Darry smiled and began to tickle his little brother. I smiled on the sight. I loved all my little boys...

"Alright boys, time to go." I said. They all came rushing up to me. and like before they held hands on the way home.

It was quiet, till Ponyboy started singing.

"Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising. Higher higher It's burning through to my soul!" Ponyboy sang. I shook my head, my little boy was good at singing. Darryl was teaching Ponyboy how to play the guitar too, Pony knew how to play Twinkle, Twinlke, little Star. I smiled as I heard Pony's voice he really was a good singer. His voice had wonderful range. (For a four year old).

When we arrived home, I made Soda, Darry and Pony take a nap.

"Mom!" Darry complained. "I'm eight, I shouldn't take naps!"

"Darry, it's just quiet time, You don't need to sleep, all ya' gotta' do is be quiet for two hours." Soda said.

I turned to look at Pony heading to his room. I knew he wouldn't rest, he'd probably open a book and start reading. I have to practically force him to sleep at night, Darrel and I will catch him reading in the middle of the night, I know he loves to read but I've never seen a four year old read as much as Ponyboy. I always knew my little Ponyboy would be unique. I walked into the living room. The house was quiet for once. I turned on the TV and flipped threw the channels.

"ARE YOU TIRED OF HAVING TO MOP YOUR FLOORS?-"

Click

"BABY, I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU..."

Click

"IT'S THE BRADY BUNCH!"

click

"M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E"

I turned off the TV nothing good was on. I was lucky that Keith boy wasn't here, or I'd be stuck watching Mickey Mouse all day. I walked back to check on my boys. Soda was playing with a deck of cards, trying to make a house out of them. darry was tossing a football in the air. I took a look in Pony's room, he was fast asleep. I smiled, tip-toed over to my little boy and kissed him gently on his little cheek.

"Mama, loves you." I whispered.

"Dad's home, dad's home!" Pony cried with joy as Darrel opened the door. Darry and Soda came running and the both leaped and jumped on Darryl.

"Woah! Boys calm down." Darryl laughed.

"Dad, Dad! Guess what!" Soda exclaimed. "Today, I ate a bug!" I nearly gaged.

"Oh! I see that mom made lunch them" Darryl laughed. I rolled my eyes. Darryl sat down with Soda and the two of them started giggling. They talked about their days and how much fun they had.

"Daddy, can I stay home tomorrow?" Soda sked.

"No, Sodapop. You gotta' go to school." Darryl laughed.

"But I hate school! I know, you can sneek my in your lunch box, they won't see me then!" Soda smiled and pleaded, hoping despretly that it would happen.

"Soda, your head is too big to fit in my lunchbox, plus if I could fit you in threre, you'll eat up my food" darryl joked.

"nuh-uh." Soda shook his head.

Darry came into the room tossing the football in the air. Darryl took interest and snatched it when it was in the air.

"Dad!" Darry smiled. Darryl threw the ball up in the air and he spun it on the tip of his finger.

"Woah!" Darry and Soda said. They knew their father could do amazing tricks with just about anything, but this was new. They liked seeing their dad do cool stuff like this, it pleased them a lot.

Darry and soda ran off to play leaving Darryl to think.

I smiled and walked back into the kitchen, looking at my sweet child color a picture.

Darryl's POV

Two, down one more to go...So where's Ponyboy? I wondered. I looked around the room, I was sure he came in with Sodapop and Darry.

I went into the kitchen, found my answer. I smiled at my youngest son. My Ponyboy, he's always coloring or reading a book. I knew he would be smart because (well, he's MY son all my children are smart) he could read chapter books when he was two. And started talking and reading out loud when he was one and a half.

I remembered I had time with Soda and Darry. Might as well have some fun with Pony.

"Watch'a drawing?" I asked. I picked up the picture he was drawing...

"That's me!" Ponyboy smiled. I looked at my child and couldn't help but grin even bigger.

"Whos' this?" I asked. I did wonder what it was. It looked like the angel in one of Pony's bible books.

"It's an angel..." Ponyboy said. I ruffled my son's hair. Darry and Soda call it his "Tuff" hair Pony does too, but Stacy and I find it weird. Pony's hair was soft and wasn't ever tangled or notted. I patted his back. He got up from the chair and pulled me to the living room.

"Sing, daddy I wanna' sing." Pony smiled.

"Alright, Ponyboy, hold on..." I sat at the piano we had in the living room. One thing Stacy and I are good at was playing the piano, it was a requirment in our school days and I guess it just stuck with us both.

"What song would you like to sing, Ponyboy?" I asked.

"Amazing Grace." He said. Ponyboy loved that song, he knew it by heart. I smiled and started to play.

"Is Pony gonna' sing?" Darry and Soda asked. They both ran into the living room and took a seat. One thing everyone loved about Pony, was he was four, but could sing like a twelve year old. I have no idea how it was possible, but it was, my child had the voice of an angel.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found," Ponyboy sang. I started to play along with his wonderful voice.

I love our special boy...he's one of a kind.

R&R (No flames!)