It's you.

Chapter 25

After I washed dishes, I knew I had to talk to him. Pony was sitting on the couch. He hadnt said a word nor laughed once since the conversation. I dried off my hands and walked over to him.

"Take a walk with me." I said extending my hand. He looked me in the eyes before grabbing my hand. Nobody said anything, they knew not to. I had a strange connection with all three of the Curtis boys. But the most underrated relationship was mine and Ponyboys. He was like my little brother, my son. I loved him and I would do anything for him. When my heart was broken, he was the one that I went to. Because I knew he'd pick up the pieces and stick them back to where they were suppose to go, but all seven of the boys would have done that. I went to Ponyboy because I knew he'd let me cry and not try to tell me I was "better off without him." I knew he'd understand and he'd let me be me. That's something Pony and I had that I didn't with anyone else.

We walked down the street for a few yards in silence, then I turned to him. "Right here." Was all I said.

"What?"

"Right here. This is where I stood when I saw you for the first time. You were so little Ponyboy, Soda held you in his arms. Hell, he was too little to be holding you." I grinned a nostalgic smile at the ground. The summer had caused the grass to turn a yellow hue but I remembered on this day it was green and bright. "Ponyboy, when I saw you. I thought you might have been the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen. You were so angelic, and that's something most children loose at about age 9 or 10." I looked at his green eyes and smiled. "But you never did. You still have the same look in your eyes that I've adored my entire life. I'm going to be two houses down. Only two. And you can come over any time. It's a three bedroom house Ponyboy. I plan on having a room specifically for you and Johnny. You know I love Darry and Soda and the gang more than anything, but I have a place in my heart for you Ponyboy that I can't explain." By the time I finished he was trying not to cry.

"I'm just gonna miss you that's all." He said and I wrapped my arms around him. He rested his head in the crook of my neck and we stayed like this for a long time.

"So on the days when I decide to stay at your house, you still gonna make me blueberry pancakes and chocolate milk?" He asked making me laugh.

"Of course pretty boy." It was a strange feeling, the amount I loved these boys. I just hope that whenever Dally and I have kids, they will be boys. I have plenty of experience raising boys.

I told Dally goodnight and he went to Bucks for the last time. I began packing up my clothes and books. I got a lot done for one night. I decided it would make the moving process easier if I had most of the packing done today. I sorted my clothes from clothes of the boys I had stolen. I saw a grey and white flannel of Sodas I wore all the time. I folded it, and put it in my pile. I needed it more than him anyways.