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Ponyboy Imagine

~3rd Person POV~
Imagine this, a joyful family of three sitting in the 1937 Chevy Truck. The radio cracked up high as they sang along to some Elvis. The boy, around the age of 10 at the time, sticking his head of the window allowing the wind to brush past his russet colored hair. If you really want to add some humor to the scene, imagine the kid swallows a fly as well. Ponyboy listened as his mom and dad sang a duet, interrupting every now and then to inquire how much longer it would be. Of course they also replied with the same answer, "Just a few more minutes, hon."

     The child rubbed his eyes tiredly and loudly whined about it this taking so long, causing his father to loose focus. "Sweetheart, please stop now. We will get there when we get there, you are causing your dad to loose focus," his mom said in a sympathetic tone. But, Ponyboy being the stubborn mule he was, pressed on; wanting a straight answer of when they would arrive at their destination. His constant vexing prompted his father to turn around, "Ponyboy Micheal Curtis as much as I love you, you need to please stop now and act your age. I promise it will be worth it, ok--." Crash. Each member of the family sprang forward at the sudden impact. The last words Ponyboy heard was his mother mention something about... he missed it.

Long story, short, the Curtis parent's never did make it to their son's surpise brithday party. In fact, they didn't make it at all, and Ponyboy was the witness of their horrific death.