Imagines And Preferences Pt.2 🐴🌅🏈🥤🍺🍰😎🚗

It's Been So Long (Outsiders Headcanon)

This is mainly about Ponyboy, It's during our time, Ponyboy is 70 year old. He's visiting Tusla after 50 years.

I got out of the car slowly as I looked into the house that I used to call Home. It was still in one peice, but rusty, worn down.

I walked up the steps, opening the door which was still unlocked as usual.
A wave of nostalgia hit me.
Memories of my past floated around as if I were reliving them once again.

The house was empty, filled with dust and cobwebs.

I walked into my old room that I had shared with my older brother Sodapop, Something caught my eye on, it was a frame sitting on the middle of the floor.

I picked it up, blowing the dust off.

It was a picture I must've left behind when I moved out, A picture of my family.

Mom and Dad we smiling, Soda had me on was ruffling my hair and Darry was laughing.

A tear slipped down, It's been years since my parents had died, years since I had lost my closest brother.

It felt as if it were just yesterday We got the phone calls of them passing.

I took the photo with me as I walked out of the house.

I drove around the neighborhood spotting the lot. A place where I and The Gang always hung around. I walked around, It seemed different.

Visions of the gang laughing and playing football haunted me. Those were the good times.

I then looked at the specific spot me and my dearest firend Johnny used to lounge around, look up st the stars of the night sky and talk about life.

I missed him, I missed all of them.

It's been so long, where did time go, where did our youth go?

I hopped back into my car, driving towards one place, tye place where I can visit my two firends, my brother and my parents. The cemetery.

I walked around looking for the tombstones. I soon had found them.

I looked into Johnny's tombstone. He was so loyal, so kind and caring, he didn't deserve to be beaten by his parents.

I then looked at Dallys, I remembered at his funeral no one in his family came, Not his father, not his mother, no one at all, Just us, we were his only family.

I always believe he never cared for me, but looking back at the way he was when I was around him, I now realize he cared about me as much as He cared for Johnny.

Sometimes I blame myself for his and Dallys death, maybe if I never ran away, they would be alive.

I then looked at Sodapops, his reckless grin lived in my memory. His sympathetic eyes stared back at mines.

I miss him. When Soda had died, that was my breaking point, I couldn't move one for nearly two months, maybe even more.

I lost so many people at a young age, I've been through so much without wanting to be.
But, thats what happens, even if you didn't ask for something, you get it, you try to live with it, Fight it, live through it.

It was hard to move on, I had to do that three times, First my parents, then Dallas and Johnny, lastly my brother Sodapop.

I looked out onto the horizon, the sun slowly setting, I sat besides Johnny's tombstone, A tear falling down my face, I remembered that morning at the church.

That was the last time I had a meaningful connection with Johnny. Now he's gone.

"Stay Gold, Ponyboy." Echoed in my head.

"Stay Gold." I whispered as I stared out to the sunset.