I'm sorry to say but this is the last chapter or Memories On This Guitar I hope you all enjoy this chapter to the fullest!

-Kylelover101

Chapter 33: Forgivness heals scars

Stacy's POV

My child hates me. He hates me. I was doing dishes when I heard that voice in the back of my head. It was Ponyboy's reminding me that he hated me.

My child. I loved him with all my heart but why did he hate me? It was an accident, but still my fault. I put the dish rag down and didn't feel like doing dishes anymore. Insted I slipped into my room and laid on my bed. Closing my eyes I felt someone touch my face.

"Mother..."

He laughed. "Mom.." was it Ponyboy? "Mom, look at yourself, you're putting yourself threw hurt that shouldn't exist you don't have to push yourself so hard, you don't have to do the things I did. You can just be yourself do things your own way one step at a time, you'll get there, I promise"

"Ponyboy?"

"Just be yourself, that's what I was told."

I sat up in a flash. I smelled vanilla sugar.

"Ponyboy?" I called.

Darryl's POV

I was taking a few days off from work to cope with the cause of Ponyboy's death. I just couldn't take it anymore. He was my special little man. He was my co-body. I smiled Ponyboy was such a sweet boy.

"A fish!" Ponyboy smiled. The fish was wiggly, it was a bright blue, it had smile on it too.

"Ew, smily." Ponyboy laughed.

"Yeah, we don't eat it just yet now." Darryl said. "Would you like to try, Pony?" Ponyboy nodded, Darryl handed Ponyboy the fishing rod and casted it in for Ponyboy.

Ponyboy felt the line being tugged.

"Daddy!" Ponyboy siad.

Darryl took the pole and helped Ponyboy reel the fish in, it was the biggest fish Darryl had ever seen!

"Wow!" Darryl said. "Ponyboy, you brought in a whopper!"

That was the first time I took Ponyboy fishing. Stacy got mad at me becuase I gave the fish to a friend for twenty bucks and so Ponyboy helped me go fishing.

But he was so up-set that we're taking the fish away from their mommies and daddies that we had to release them. Ponyboy did help me pick out some fish from the store.

I smiled. The sky grew a little darker. Pretty soon I saw some shooting stars fly.

"Shooting stars are Angels" I said. Remembering what Ponyboy had told me. I smiled and closed my eyes. I didn't care if I was crying. I was happy that my son was here. I couldn't see him but I know he's here.

But it's the memories that keep him alive.

Meanwhile

Darry and Sodapop were at Ponyboy's grave they had placed a few flowers and guitar stings by his grave. Darry smiled and looked up at the sky. It was a metorshower. They didn't happen very often.

Sodapop smiled on his memory of telling Ponyboy about the famous Pony Ryder, and how he saved girls and stole from crooks.

Darry himself wouldn't forget teaching Ponyboy how to play footballl or bringing him home from the bar.

Darry looked over at Sodapop. And smiled.

"Tag" Darry smiled. He touch Sodapop and ran off.

"Oh, no you don't!" Sodapop laughed.

Angela sheppard walked over to the living room, there it was. Ponyboy's old guitar he had since he was a boy. Angela walked over to the guitar and strummed it. She felt as if Ponyboy were guiding her hands and fingers to the song she would be playing.

Angela started playing an old 50's song. She smiled, laughed and cried to the melody

While Darryl was looking up at the satrs, and Darry and Sodapop were running home, and Stacy was looking around Ponyboy's room. They all had the same feeling as each other. And that, was Ponyboy was with them.

It's true, Angela thoguht. It's not the person that keeps them alive it's the memories. For Ponyboy it was the memories on this guitar.

TEN YEARS LATER

Darry was washing dishes when he heard a little cry.

"Uncle Darry!" Darry looked behind him to see a minifigure of Ponyboy. He smiled, his nephew did look an awful lot like Ponyboy it scared him.

"Where are Stacy and Darryl?" He asked.

"Hey, Hey little man you call them Grandma and Grandpa." Darry corrected his brother's son. Sodapop, he thought, Your kid's gonna' get a whipping if he doesn't call the adults like he should.

"Eh? But grandma said I could call them by their names."

Sodapop and Sandy walked in just then. Sandy was Sodapop's wife. After she ranaway from Sodapop she found out using a DNA test that Sodapop was the father of her child and came back to live with him.

"Hey, Ponyboy Jr. they're out having alone time, leave em' be." Sodapop smiled.

Ponyboy Jr. Nodded and left to play some guitar. Ponyboy Jr. was the best singer and guitar player in the house. He didn't know it but he had an uncle that was a great singer and guitar player too. Darry and Sodapop walked out of the house. They were followed by Two-Bit, Johnny, Dallas and Steve. They decided to join them in visiting Ponyboy.

It's been thirty years to this day that Ponyboy passed away. But like Angela told them (before she died in an auto crash) It's the memories on this guitar that kept Ponyboy alive.

That same guitar Sodapop's son was playing.

THE END

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A PARENT'S WORSE DREAM COME TRUE

by GoldenGreaser

The second I read that story was the second I decided I myself had to write a kidnapping story like this. I'm sorry to all that were going to attend the wedding of Angela and Ponyboy (LOL) but the wedding cake was devoured already.

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-Kylelover101

Extras:

Ponyboy Curtis was homeschooled from when he was in first grade on up to tenth. His GPA was 4.0

Sodapop Curtis told Ponyboy bedtime stories based off of old TV shows he watched he'd just retold them. After Ponyboy died, Sodapop became interested in school and went off to collage. He later married Sandy after meeting her and his two-year old Son, who he named "Ponyboy jr."

Darry Curtis went off to Collage and became a national football player.

Stacy and Darryl lived strong after their son's death. They still lived together and lov each second they see their grand child-Ponyboy grow up.

Angela died in a car wreck. Just before she did, she had a strange feeling that Ponyboy was calling her name.

Dallas still races Soc's in his mustang Ponyboy gave him even though he works as a cop. (?)

Two-Bit went off to writing Cartoons, for Disney.

Johnny is now a therapist, working with children who were abused by their parents.

And Steve works beside Sodapop, they're managers at Pepsico

Ponyboy Jr-dreams of becoming a rockstar, he think's he's named after a rockstar that his dad likes: Ponyboy Curtis. And still doesn't know he's related to him. He plays guitar and piano really well. He sings and performs songs with his band: Sunrise Sunset.

His favriote song: Memories on this guitar

I'm sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment
Waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm sitting, watching wind blow, watching time go, watching cars go by
I'm waiting for these memories to begin

CHORUS:
If I threw my guitar
Out the window so far down
Would I start to regret it?
Or would I smile and watch it slowly fall, fall, fall?

Garbage trucks and taxi cabs don't seem like they can reach me here
The clamor of jackhammers seems so faint
Well the way you treat me like the only slightly brings me down a lot
I don't think that I'll ever be the same

If I threw my guitar
Out the window so far down
Would I start to regret it?
Or would I smile and watch it slowly fall, fall, fall?