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Ponyboy's POV

Warning: Derogatory terms used against the LGBT community used ahead, also ponyboy being a basic, homophobic fucc boi.

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"pony..Pony wake up!" Soda cries shaking me viscously.

"wha-what" I yawn rubbing my eyes.

"mom and dad are in the hospital, Darr is taking us" Soda responds, tears running down his cheek.

I freeze, my eyes wide open, pinching myself harder and harder to convince myself I was just dreaming...

well I wasn't...

we rush to the hospital out of breath Darry holding my hand.

A nurse comes by to bring us up to their room. I can't help but panic and sob.

I was thinking my mom and dad were dead.

Soda embraces me running his fingers through my hair, twirling it in between his index finger and ring finger.

When we open the door I see my mom and dad...

Perfectly fine, with only a broken arm and leg...

Present Day

I don't remember life before being rich, all I know is that we were a couple of low-life greasers, living in a rickety shack, I think we had a couple of greaser friends from what Darry told me but then again, I don't remember. Now, we live in a mansion up in the west side. We own 5 cars, our own swimming pool, and marble flooring everywhere. Thankfully because of the lawsuit, Darry was able to go to one of the best colleges in America and Sodapop could get extra help on his school work.

I guess you could call us socs. We have soc friends, we're pretty damn rich, we throw parties, beat up greasers and start shit on snapchat. 

If you're wondering how we got rich its simple. My mom in dad got into a car accident when I was 10 with some drunk ass teens, so we decided the best thing to do was to sue them. Long story short, We had won the lawsuit.

luckily they were rich, which gave us the chance to sue them for a bigger amount of money. Like I said we won, but not you're average amount of money. I'm talking about millions.

I can't recall the exact number but it was a pretty large amount.

Anyways back on track with what I'm doing today. 

Todays the first day of high school for me, I skipped a grade because I'm pretty damn smart, well smarter than everyone else if you will. It's pretty exciting because I finally get to be with all my friends. Sucked spending a year with middle school wannabes, I guess the bigger downside is all the fucking greasers I have to deal with. I guess it doesn't matter, I'm gonna beat them up anyways.

I slid out of my king sized bed and walked to my closet. I never thought that a walk in closet probably about as big as a studio apartment would be necessary but here I am today with every spot filled with designer clothes. I picked out a thrasher shirt, a pair of bleached, ripped, jeans and adidas. I combed my hair back (with no grease of course). 

"Morning Ponyboy" Soda yawns messing up my hair.

"Jesus Sodapop I gotta look going on here!" I replied fixing my hair back. He just giggled and sat down on the black marble kitchen top gnawing on a slice of toast.

"Morning kiddos, Soda off my counter" my mama says with her southern accent, smooth as butter and thick as syrup. I may be "spoiled" but I would never disrespect my mama, I've learned to appreciate her more after the car crash, it kills me to see my friends yell at their parents the way they do, I guess they don't know how it feels like to almost lose them.

"Y'all got school so don't go goofin' around this mornin', Soda you got horse riding classes after school, Pony... well just stay outta trouble, Darry's comin' back from college tomorrow and if this house is a wreck, expect an ass-whoopin, you savvy?" My mama states cocking one eyebrow up at me.

"Yes m'am I understand" I respond taking a bite of an apple. Then as soon as mama leaves the room, Soda and I bolt to the fridge for piece of chocolate cake, mama never let's us have chocolate cake for breakfast, but Sodapop and I always find a way to sneak it in.

"Soda" I muffle bits of chocolate cake spewing from the sides of my mouth.

"Yea Pony?" Soda responds shoving spoonful, after spoonful of the spongy cake.

"I was thinkin' last night and it got me curious, what was life like when we were ya know, greasers?" I reply scooping the remaining bits on my fork.

"Well, if I can recall, you were pretty good friends with this one kid, god what was his name? I think Jack or somethin', can't believe you forgot bout him though, y'all were tighter than a pack of wolves, Darry was workin' his ass off at 16 just to support, you, me, mama, and papa, I had a good friend as well, Steve Ra-" He then paused for a moment, looking pretty distraught.

"Well it's nothin' but thats pretty much all I can recall" Soda fake laughs shaking his head.

that was kinda weird, the way how he acted, but whatever.

I had a few questions but decided it'd be best to keep them to myself, I knew better then to annoy Soda when he was visibly distressed about something.

Who was that "Jack kid?"

How come I didn't remember him if we were so close.

I guess I can kinda recollect runnin' around, tossing a football with this one kid, he had black hair and black eyes I think?

Whatever it's not like I wanted to relive my greaser past, I threw my backpack over my shoulder, clutched my car keys and hopped into my black BMW convertible (because those were the keys I just so happened to pick) we had five, so picking a car to drive was like picking a pair of shoes to wear. It might be a chilly autumn day, but that was perfect weather to me.

I know it's illegal for someone my age to be driving a car but whatever, I look old enough to be handling a vehicle. It was the first day and I won't lie, I'm a little nervous but nothing a Marlboro black cigarette can't fix, I lit one up on my way down the intersect.

Not even a minute after I park, one of my buddys, Bob Sheldon, runs up to be punching my shoulder. 

"Thanks for the ride dick head, my cars at the shop" Bob scoffs adjusting his gold rolex.

"Should've called me dumbass" I respond stomping my cigarette to the ground, not giving a shit if the school saw, I'd probably blame it on some greaser and they'd believe me. 

I'm Ponyboy Curtis, the teacher's pet, I get good grades and pay attention, but when I fuck up, and believe me I do, I have a variety of greasers to pick on, and this year, I'll have more. Anyways I walk up the the school.

Girl's begin to stare at me, biting their lip, then whispering to their best friend who then giggles, my friends coming up to me after a long summer walking along with me.

It's a pretty normal day it seems until...

I see him...

A gorgeous tan boy, he had fluffy jet black hair, oversized glasses, ripped black jeans, a large white tea, paired with a oversized jean jacket which had a bunch of patches on the side. 

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its trash but whatever