Status: Edited

// Daniel's Pov //

I woke up slowly and sat up in my bed, looking around my room. It was quiet in the house so I assumed that Ponyboy was still asleep. I got up, stretching out my muscles and walked over to the closet. Getting dressed, I tossed my pajamas in the laundry bin and walked to the kitchen. I start making my coffee and walk out into the living room.

I look at the couch expecting to see Ponyboy laying there asleep. He wasn't there at there at all, the blankets were on the floor. Panic bubbles in my stomach and my eyes widen with fear. I quickly sprint off to the bathroom and knock on the door before opening it. No one was there and my fear and panic was getting worse, causing tears to come to my eyes.

I walked off back into the living room and sit on the couch, resting my head in my hands. Wow aren't you great at watching kids, you lost him! My mind kept screaming at me as I tried to think of where Ponyboy might have gone. No place at all came to my mind, I felt terrible, I managed to lose my friends little brother. Go find Ponyboy you twit!

I stood up quickly and searched every room in my apartment. He was no where in sight, it's like he just disappeared. What am I gonna do, I can't find him anywhere. Maybe try yelling his name stupid. . .

"Ponyboy, where are you," I yell. "Ponyboy, I'm worried come on! Where are you," I scream frantically.

I continue to walk around my apartment screaming his name at the top of my lungs. I was starting to shake and cry. I really was worried and concerned, what if he ran off because of yesterday at the movies. I grab my coat and shoes, slipping them on and run out of my apartment. Not caring about anything, I run outside and down the streets yelling.

What if Jack found him and took him away? He could be somewhere dead and I couldn't save him in time. . . He could be lost somewhere scared and alone. Running faster down the road, I look around to see if I could spot him. His bright purple jacket was gone so he must have took it with him wherever he went off to.

My heart was racing quickly, thinking against my chest. My legs were numb from running but I knew I couldn't stop, I had to find him. I knew that somewhere in this town, he was walking around. There was no way he could've gone too far. I turn around another corner and stop, placing my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

Every part of my body ached terribly my chest burned. I had to find him, I just had to. Slowly, I compose myself and walk slowly down the street, continuing to look for him. I stop at the park and take a deep breath, I was shaking something awful. I collapse onto the cement, scraping my knees trough the jeans I had on.

I lost all control of my emotion, of myself and started to bawl. I couldn't lose him, I don't know what I'd do with myself. It wasn't that I was scared of his brothers, it was because I cared so much about Ponyboy. . . more than I should. If anyone else was missing I would never run around town and cry at the park. In that moment I realized, Ponyboy was not just a friend to me, he was much more.

I cared for him more than I care about most people and that I needed him. I wanted to hug him and kiss him, telling him things would be okay. . . I wanted to go places with him and hold his hand, not to care what other people thought of it. I needed him. . . He was my best friend that I wanted to be more.

My body shook with sobs as tears flew down my face. I didn't know what to do anymore, I lost him. Standing up, I turn back and walk to my apartment building. My knees hurt and you could see the blood soaking through my jeans. I was walking with a slight limp because I was in too much pain to walk normally.

Once I reached my apartment building, I walked into the door and up the stairs to my room. I open the door and step in, closing it firmly behind me. I slipped off my shoes and coat, walking to the bathroom. There was a first aid kit under the sink that I needed at the moment. I grabbed it and walked out to sit on the couch.

Opening the kit, I slowly roll up the pant legs of my jeans up and look at them. They were scraped pretty well and it hurt. I open the kit and take out some ointment, rubbing it on my knees. Carefully, I place bandages over them and stand up, letting the pant legs call down. I deserved to have myself hurt at the moment.

I was angry with myself for losing Ponyboy like that. I didn't know where he was and if he'd ever come back. I'll probably never get the chance to tell him how much I needed him, how much I cared. I didn't even know if he felt like that about me, or if he ever would. He probably would never like me like that, he deserves better.

I sat back down on the couch and closed my eyes tightly. Tears still flowed freely and I didn't bother to wipe them away. Suddenly, I heard a noise but kept my eyes closed​. It was probably my noisy neighbors again, causing trouble. Every part of me hurt, including my heart. . .

"Daniel," I heard a voice ask questioningly.

My eyes flew open and standing there in front of me was Ponyboy. I stood up quickly, ignoring the ache in my knees and stood in front of him. We stood there staring for a minute until I moved closer, grabbing him into a tight hug. I buried my head I to his shoulder and choked back a sob. He was back and okay.

"D-dont you ever do that again," I sobbed out.

// Authors Note //

I got another one done. Sorry if it's a bit terrible. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter anyway. I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold