Status: Edited

// Ponyboy's Pov //

Groaning, I open my eyes slightly only to see complete darkness. I turn my hide from side to side, trying to spot out Darry or Soda, even Steve a this point. I find no one and instantly my brain kicks into panic mode. Wrapping my arms around d my knees, hugging them close to my chest, I start to tear up and put my head down. Where is everyone?

"D-darry. . . S-soda. . . Come on t-this isn't a game anymore," I say, my voice shaking and trembling with fear.

I hear a loud rumbling noise and shriek, shaking more, lifting up my head and breathing heavily. Quickly, a blinding light turns on and a person runs over and kneels next to me. My heart is pounding in my ears and a lump in my throat. They say something but I don't hear it at all. I bury my head into my knees and shake my head.

A hand is placed on my back and I shriek, pulling the blanket that was over me, over my head in a weak attempt to hide. They retract their hand quickly and I hear sighing. All at once, pain floods my body and everything aches. My head pounds and I groan in pain. Everything goes silent and I pull the blanket down just enough to let me see and look around.

The person wasn't there anymore. I pull the blanket down the rest of the way and turn my head. About a minute later, the person walks back  into the room with a bottle of water and something else in their hand. Ever so slowly, they kneel back down next to me and hold out they're hand and giving me some pills. I wearily take them and he hands me the bottle of water.

Putting the pills into my mouth, I open the water and take a small sip and swallow the pills. He takes the bottle out of my hand and places it on the table.

"Lay back down alright? You were quite a mess when I found you," he says softly.

I give him a shaky nod and lay back down slowly. He smiles and stands back up, walking over to the light before turning it back off. Pulling the blanket back over me, I lay down and close my eyes. A mess? What trouble did I get I to this time?

The pain in my head subsides slightly and I sigh in relief. There is no doubt for a massive body ache tomorrow. . . But I might as well enjoy the little pain before it progresses. My eyelids grow heavy and it feels as if weights were tugging at my body. I let sleep take me as my eyes fall closed.

•  •  •

My eyes open once more, this to the heavy smell of food hanging in the air. I rub my eyes, sitting up and once more sitting up. I'm in a room with a few boxes scattered around the room. Clatter sounds from the next room over and I whip my head in that direction. The boy from earlier walks out with a mug in his hands, pressing it to his lips.

He quickly notices that I'm awake and smiles lightly. Setting his mug down on the nearby table, he walks over to me slowly and sits on the edge of the couch.

"Did you sleep well," he asks.

"U-uh yes actually."

"Well then. You want some breakfast?"

Nodding, he stands up and walks back into the kitchen I believe that's what it is and comes back out with a plate. He hands it to me and sits int he edge of the couch. I pick up the fork and take a small bite. I smile lightly and take another bite.

"So u-um, just to know to know you better, what's your name," I ask, still eating.

"My name is Daniel Larusso. If I may ask a question? Why was that gang of people chasing you," he asks softly.

"O-oh you mean Jack and his goons? Well long story short, I embarrassed Jack in front of his girlfriend and now he's out to get me."

He chuckles and shakes his head, smiling lightly.

"How did you manage to embarrass Jack?"

"Easy. You accidentally trip over your untied shoes and pull his pants down," I say shrugging a d take another bite of food.

"That's what you did?"

"Yep, stupid shoelaces. . .," I mutter.

Finishing my food, he takes the plate and walks out into the kitchen. After a minute of clattering, Daniel walks back out and sits by me. I manage to move and sit with my legs crossed and look at him. I look around the room and find a small clock checking the time, 9:30 am. Gasping, I shoot up and stand next to the couch.

He pops up quickly and looks at me.

"What's wrong," he asks worriedly.

"M-my brothers are gonna kill me. I was supposed to be home by 9:30 last night. I'm gonna be grounded till I'm sixty," I shout, panicking.

"Hey it's alright. I can walk you home if you'd like?"

"N-no, I'll be fine. I'll walk home by myself. Where are my shoes at?"

"U-um by the door over there."

I quickly walk over to the door and slip on my shoes. Opening the door, I take a step out before turning around and smiling.

"Thanks Daniel but I've got to run. It was nice meeting you."

"To you as well," he says smiling.

I leave and shut the door behind me and run down the hall and a flight of stairs. Opening another door, I run out and down the streets, trying to make it to my house as fast as I can. Darry is gonna kill me! I'm gonna die, I'm too young to die! I run a few more blocks before finally spotting my house.

I run up the porch and throw the door open, collapsing into the floor. I meet myself with a pair of feet.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis, where have you been?"

Oh no. . .

// Authors Note //

I'm so sorry for the long wait but here it is. Chapter two. . .
Anywho, special thanks to greaserbabes for boosting my self-esteem and encouraging me to write. Always telling me I'm a great writer. Well fam, right back at you because you are absolutely amazing at writing. Well time to go work on another book.
I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold