I began my walk to my "home." It was an empty lot in the middle of some rundown neighborhood. Nobody would bug me here. I'd be safe. There was an old rusty truck abandoned there. For the past three days I'd been sleeping in the bed of the truck with a few newspapers I dug out of the trash for blankets. Sure, it wasn't comfortable, but it could be worse. Much worse. (Ponyboy)

Just a series of oneshots about the Curtis Brothers. What happens when Pony gets frightened during a thunderstorm? Or when Darry is sick? What happens when Sodapop and Ponyboy get lost in the woods? More stories to come. Enjoy! Stay Gold.

Johnny is five years old. He spends most of his days hiding from his parents and and hanging out with the gang, or to be more specific, Darry.

A Christmas fic!

Silently, I began my walk "home." It was an empty lot in the middle of some rundown neighborhood. Nobody would bug me there. At least that's what I thought...