PONYBOY:
You waited patiently on the steps of the school for your ride. Soda picks you guys up. You were a year younger than Ponyboy. You were his sister. You couldn't find your brother anywhere. You got up and walked over to a tree where you saw him with his head down.

"Hey, what's wrong, Pony? Why are you crying?" You asked sweetly. He looked up with tears streaking his face. He wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"It's just that I got a D on my History test because I couldn't focus because I miss Johnny and Dally." He sobbed again at the end of his sentence when you wrapped your arms around him.

When Soda arrived, you both went for an Ice cream cone.

SODAPOP:

You met Soda at the Curtis house for a date night every Saturday night. He was your best friend and you had a crush on him. It wasn't long before you started dating.

You drove to the Curtis house and walked inside. You didn't see anyone else there. Weird.
You heard what sounded like crying from the back of the house. "Soda?" You asked.

You walked in and saw Soda face down on the bed sobbing into his pillow. You ran over to him and put your hand on his back. He tried to bury deeper but you whispered, "Soda, baby, look at me." He turned over and his eyes were red with tears streaking them. "What's wrong, Soda?" You pet his shoulder. He sniffled and scrunched up his face letting more tears loose before he answered you.

"I-I," He closed his eyes and took an unsteady breath. "I just m-miss my parents is all."
"I'm so sorry, hun." You kissed his cheek.
"I love you, and I'll always be here." He smiled and wiped his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N." He looked down sadly.

You cheered him up again by seeing a funny movie at the drive in.

DARRY:

It was around 2 AM and you couldn't sleep, so you walked into the kitchen to get a drink and go try to sleep. You just got done with your water when you glanced in the living room, and saw your older brother with his head in his hands. You quietly walked over and sat in front of him on the floor.

"Hey," He looked up. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" You whispered through the darkness.

"Pony came home late, and I yelled at him and then I slapped him and he took off." He sobbed so brokenly. You were shocked.

"Darry, we'll get him back. I promise. He's ok. You'll see him again." You rubbed his back and you hugged him.

The joy on his face seeing him again is what shook you.

JOHNNY:

You let Johnny sleep over at your house since the lot was freezing. You couldn't live with yourself knowing that Johnny would sleep outside his whole life.

It was around 1:30 AM, when you got up to go to the bathroom. You opened the bathroom door and saw Johnny curled up in a ball on the floor just....sobbing. You didn't know what to do.

"Johnny, honey. What's wrong?" You sat down next to him.

"I just had a bad dream is all." He calmed down a bit.
"Do you remember what it was about?" You whispered. Your eyes full of concern at him. Ge wouldn't look at you though.
"I'd rather not talk about it." He answered honestly. "That's ok, Johnny." You kissed his cheek and he blushed. He always had a crush on you.

You ended up cuddling with him that night until morning.

STEVE:

"Hey, I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick." Steve got up and walked to the bathroom. You were at a restaurant just hanging out and eating. (Obviously. 😂)

It was about 10 minutes, and Steve still hasn't come back. You were getting worried. "Hey, I'm gonna go look for Steve." The gang nodded and went back to laughing at something Two-Bit said.

You knew you weren't suppose to go in the boys' bathroom, but you felt something could be really wrong.

You opened the door and saw Steve's back against the counter. He was chewing his fingernail as tears soaked his face and sobbed and sniffled and brokenly sobbed.

He looked over and saw you. He tried to put on his tough face but decided it was no use.
"Steve? What happened?" You asked in a straight tone. "Nothing, I'm perfectly fine."

"Steve, you are not fine. Please tell me what's wrong." You begged. He looked down as tears hit the floor.

"Evie was diagnosed with cancer." His lip quivered badly at the end. You were his best friend and you couldn't stand to see him in pain. "Oh my Goodness, Steve." You threw your arms around him and he cried into your shoulder harshly. You could feel his breath on your neck as he sobbed harder than anyone you heard sob before. "I'm so sorry." You closed your eyes.

The door creaked open and Soda stood there. He stopped when he saw Steve. He rushed over and Soda took your position. You stepped out of the bathroom and walked back to the table. The entire gang stared you. Ponyboy asked, "Y/N, what's wrong? Did you find Steve?" You nodded. "Well, is he ok?" Johnny asked.
"No, he's not. Evie has cancer." You looked away from him as you said this. You could feel the heartbreak radiating off of them.

"Oh my Goodness." Two-Bit said quietly.

On the way back home Two-Bit and the gang did everything they could to get Steve to smile again.

They eventually did when Two-Bit tripped on Dallas's leg and fell on his ass.

TWO-BIT:

You called Two-Bit and you said you wanted to hang out. You drove over there and knocked on his door. Ms. Mathews answered the door. She let you in and you walked upstairs to go to Two-Bit's room. He was hunched over the toilet crying.

"Two-Bit, sweetie?" He looked up. "I can't stop puking." He explained as he threw up again.

"Make it stop." He begged. Your heart broke at the way he said it. "I wish I could Two-Bit."

When he stopped, you helped him up and you two sat on the couch ad watched TV. Mickey of course.

DALLAS:

WARNING!!!: SELF HARM and suicide.

Johnny's death was a solid punch in the gut. He was your brother and one the only things you had. Your parents would continue beating you saying it was your fault he's dead or now that they don't have to deal with him, you're their new punching bag. The beatings were worse than before.

Dallas was taking it especially hard. Everyone was worried about his mental state. You went to Buck's and asked to see Dallas. You went up to his room and braced yourself at what you were gonna see. You opened and about fell to your knees in shock. Your vision even blurred a little.

Dallas Winston was sitting with his back against the bed, his knees up and Two-Bit's knife digging into his left wrist. He was crying uncontrollably almost like a maniac. You finally shook yourself out of the shock and slammed the blade against the wall. The blood of a shattered hood smearing it.

"Dallas?! What the hell are you doing?!" You said as you broke down in tears. He just latched onto you as he continued bleeding.
Soon enough he let go of you and grabbed his unloaded gun and tore down the street in the dead of night. You alerted the gang and they met you in the street.

You still hear the gunshots ringing in your head to this day. It's something that will never go away. Johnny's letter still rings in your head.  One sentence lights up like a flashlight.

You walked to the spot where Dallas was killed.
You looked up to the gold sky and knew you had to tell Dallas one thing.

"There's still lots of good in the world."

Then you walked off.