Saving Pony

Rumble

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Because of popular demand I bring u this hot pile of shit chapter thank u. I'm trying yall I grew out of this fandom 2 years ago if we are being honest but im a people pleaser :) so comment what u want to see in the future of these chapters. LAY IT ON ME. emotional...fighting...no ships pls but like ANYTHING and ill probably work it in :)

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ALSO WORTH MENTIONING earlier chapters of this book have terrible grammar and run on sentences. While I'm not much better now,,, especially not in my Author Notes I will try to go back and fix them so this book is more enjoyable to read. THANK U FOR THE LOVE YALL MUAH.

3rd person POV:

The gang stood in the living room, all of their eyes trained on Dallas. He looked like he had been running, sweat ran down his neck and his hair appeared glued to his forehead. He was very visibly sporting a split lip, and bruised cheek bone.

Darry couldnt help but notice his jacket hanging off of him partially torn.

"Dal' what on God's green earth did you do?" Darry demanded. There was a strictness to his voice that made even Steve cowar a bit. Dally was panting trying to catch his breath even though he was trying ti act like he didnt just run halfway around the world.

"Its the Socials," Dally spat, "I may have confronted them about a rumor of a rumble. They said a few things that really pissed off and soon we was throwing punches at anotha' They want a fight."

The room was silent, it was almost humorous.

Soda who had been comforting Ponyboy on the couch finally stood up.

Steve noticed that he looked tired and stressed. His usually movie star hair was slightly flat and barely had any grease in it. Even the dark circles under his eyes were more prominate.

"I say we beat their heads in," Soda growled, "they hurt my baby brother."

"Now Soda," Darry sighed, putting his hands on his brothers shoulders so he could look him right in the eyes, "lets use our heads and think rationally-"

"Screw that," Dally but in, "The Socs want to fight. They say a buddy of theirs got out of sorts with Pony. I say they roughed Pony up pretty good and I'll kick them Socs into next year to teach them where they belong."

"Rumbles aren't always the best options, gang." Darry ran a hand up through his hair. Steve and Two were awfully quiet standing awkwardly behind Darry.

Soda looked to steve for some assistance because he knew his best friend would back him up. Especially after what had happened that caused Pony to run to the station during school.

"They messed with the youngest," Steve spoke quietly, "maybe its not a bad idea."

Steve saw something flicker in Soda's eyes and took it as a thank you. He would always stand up for his best friend. Soda knew that of course, as did the rest.

"What is this going to fix?" Darry replied. His voice was raised loud enough that Ponyboy's eyes flickered open for a moment before falling back to sleep.

"Maybe it will keep them off our brothers back for once!" Soda shouted back.

"Ponyboy apparently insulted the wrong kind of guy," Dally took off his jacket throwing it next to the television, "some seventeen year old cry baby doesn't like getting insulted by a fourteen year old kid."

There was a hint of attitude and humor in his words. Dally found it amusing they were so upset over such a kind kid saying a few mean things. I'm sure he had a reason anyways.

"Who is it?" Soda said almost desperately.

"Kyle. Kyle Greenwood." Dally walked over to Ponyboy quietly, kneeling next to him on the couch.

Ponyboy looked worse than Dally could have imagined. His hair was completely natural and sweaty from his fever, his face was lacking any color at all, dried blood and bruises littered his face making him appear ghostly.

Dallas almost wished he didnt look because the very sight of his condition made him angry. Like someone lit a ticking bomb in his stomach.

He would do it for Ponyboy.

Because be couldn't do it for Johnny.

"Man" Dally sighed standing up, a sinister grin on his face, "Im telling Tim they have got a rumble on their hands. Kyle won't know what hit him."

Soda's smile grew, his eyes still slightly drooping from lack of sleep.

Darry opened his mouth to speak but he stopped himself when he saw his brother nearly lifeless on the couch.

Whoever did this wouldn't do it again.

"Tell Tim we aren't fighting with weapons." Darry replied.

"Whatever you say, boss guy."

okay seriously leave suggestions if u want me to keep writing this pls :/ also sorry for errors lul