PONYBOY: It was weird he kissed you by sunrise but left by sunset. He was pretty torn up about all of the deaths that occurred. Not that you could really blame him though. You were worried about him though. He wouldn't smile and would talk about death all the time.
It scared you. He would always tell you he was fine and not to worry about him.

You headed to your car after school and started the engine. You had this gut feeling that you needed to go to the Curtis house. Your instinct was pulling you like a magnet. Getting nervous, you drove faster. You didn't even wait for the car to turn off before you slammed the door shut and opened the front door. "Ponyboy?" You called out over and over again in every room. Panic started to rise as you slowly made your way to the bathroom. The last room you haven't checked. Your heart started to race as you shakily twisted the knob and opened the door. You almost fainted seeing the sight in front of you. Ponyboy was laying on the ground with the gun Dallas gave him in Windrixville and  a suicide note. You called his brothers and they sped home. You held his body crying as his brother called 9-1-1.

When the ambulance got there, they loaded him into the ambulance and you all 3 were allowed to ride with him. All 3 of you were crying now. They got to the hospital and tried to get the bullet out. 2 hours later, a doctor came out. He grimly told you that they couldn't save him. You immediately broke down in Soda's arms as he broke down in Darry's. The doctor left and you stayed there wishing he was still here. But deep down you knew it was only a matter of time.

You didn't feel the hand brush against your shoulder.

SODAPOP: "I'll be home soon, Y/N, I promise." He kissed your forehead before walking to the train with his best friend Steve. You watched as he left. Wishing you could take his place. You waved as they took off.

Back home was lonely. You couldn't even live like this because he wasn't there. His brothers weren't taking this very well either. Ponyboy was a wreck. His nightmares were worse and he smoked even more than before.

It was a normal melancholic day when you heard a knock at the door. His brothers followed cautiously. Darry led in front and unlocked the door. There stood an officer and you knew what was coming. No! You mentally screamed. "I'm sorry but Sodapop Curtis, was killed by a flying bullet. I'm so sorry." That's when you looked over and heard Ponyboy whimper a little. He then collapsed on the ground and wailed. Once the officer left you did too. "I'm so sorry guys." Darry whispered brokenly. You just wished you could hug him one last time.

You felt a cold air around your waist.

DARRY: You were kinda worried about him. He hadn't called you like he does on his lunch break. You just thought he was doing extra work or he didn't  have time. But he always made time. That's why you got in your car and drove down to his work. You pulled up to the scene. A firetruck and more emergency vehicles pulled up. You ran up and saw your boyfriend with a hammer next to his head and unconscious. You asked what happened and they told you that the hammer fell off the roof and on his head. They already knew he was dead. Telling his brothers was the hardest thing to do. They almost couldn't breathe they were crying so much. You just tightened your grip around them. You took them in your custody and gave them a home.

Every night, you could've sworn you heard, "I love you." Just before you fell asleep.

DALLAS: Dallas wanted to go ride a plane for his Birthday. You didn't like heights so you stayed. "You sure you don't wanna ride, Doll?"
You nodded. "You know how I feel about heights." He smirked. "I'll see you in a little while. " He climbed in and the plane quickly flew off the ground. It was loud and it wasn't long before him and the driver were doing flips and writing messages in the sky. All the sudden, the plane just dipping down towards the ground. You panicked as your smile faded and you could only watch. You closed your eyes as the plane hit the ground with the loudest crash ever.

Johnny and Ponyboy stayed in the car as everyone else proceeded forward. "What happened?" "The plane just lost control and just came down." You explained. You looked back and was ordered to comfort Johnny and Ponyboy. "Is he-" Johnny started but you nodded before he asked the knowing question. He bawled into your shoulder as Ponyboy rubbed his back.

Whenever you look in the mirror, you see 2 blue eyes where yours are before disappearing to your eye color.

JOHNNY: Playing on the train tracks is probably the worst decision you could ever make. Johnny knows that. Of course. Well, all you were trying to jump in the crates and stand in the middle of the track then jump off as the train approaches. You should've thought twice because the gang watched you succeed, Johnny was next. This train was going really fast as you got nervous. He successfully jumped off the crate. When he stood in the middle of the track, you all screamed move. His foot got stuck and when you were about to grab him, Dallas pulled you back. "NO! Johnny!" You all screamed as the train flew down the track. All of you were shaking as you just witnessed what just happened. They got his body and filed their reports as they left.

Whenever you passed that train track you see a white mist on the track.

STEVE: He was sick for a while now. He had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer from smoking so much. You also smoked, but not more than a cigarette a day. He smoked a full pack. His time was fading but you still had hope. His body was shutting down and as he lay in that hospital bed, you knew he was going. You kissed him one last time when he said to you, "I'll see you soon." You wiped your tears away trying not to cry, because you knew he didn't like to see you cry.

You smoked the rest of his pack of cigarettes and felt a pair of lips on your forehead.

TWO-BIT: Drive-Ins were always Two-Bit's favorite. It was the last day of school and what better way then to celebrate it at the Drive-In.
You were watching a pretty good movie and of course some drinks. He went a little bit too far and you noticed this. "Hey, hun do you think you could take it down a bit?" He giggled. "No, I got this." His eyes were half squinted. "Kieth, stop." You called him by his real when you wanna be stern with him. He kinda just giggled. You tried to get the alcohol away from him when he suddenly passed out. The only reason you weren't panicked is because he's been this drunk and you were unaware of how much he drank before you got there. He told you to meet him there.

He started waking up at around midnight, but he looked awful. He started throwing up and he didn't look like he didn't know what was going on. You decided he needed to go to the hospital the second he threw up blood. You called the ambulance and they arrived in minutes. They tried getting all the alcohol out of his system but he died a few hours later of alcohol poisoning.

Everytime, you hear Mickey laugh, it sounds like Two-Bit's.

A/N: I had no idea how to end Two-Bit's sorry!