cry cry cry it was veary touching but i thought two bit and steave were supposed to be there to

i love two bit make a story just of him you reviewd my story so i am doing the same with you i found nothing rong and i love it make more stories

even though dally and johnny have died you could have made them alive in the story oh and just as a helping part in ways when you are swiching point of views put like say darry but darry pov so people know when its a differnt person it is just for help couse people always do that to me so i am just trying to help

This is really great. I was really happy you skimmed my story, because it apperently means i'm doing something rgiht! thanks for Reviewing, and i'd love for you to help me beta something in the future! thanks so much!

“For one thing, you’re barefoot.” He glanced down at his feet and blushed a little. “For another thing,” I continued, “we haven’t packed up any of your stuff.”
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Soda’s back! :D

“Umm, Soda?” I said hesitantly. He looked at me and I held his shoes out to him. A smile spread over his face as he realized he’d once again tried to leave the hospital in his bare feet.

< -- See?! Oh, wait … you can’t see, but I’m SMILING.

“Are the potatoes done yet, Two-Bit?” Steve asked impatiently, stirring a pot on the stove as he looked over Two-Bit’s shoulder at another pot. “They should be home any minute.”
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God, how can I express how much I love this relationship into words? Well, I’ll give it a shot –

It just seems like, with Johnny and Dallas gone, that these guys would be more depressed and maybe they’d grow closer, maybe not. And I know what Soda getting sick was scary … and gut-wrenching, but honestly? They’re so close, that it’s like it was before Johnny and Dally died; they’re a gang again, and I don’t know … it’s just so … emotional and inseparable.

“He doesn’t have to finish it,” Two-Bit said, shrugging. “But this way, if he only feels like one thing, he’s got plenty of it.”
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God, we love good ol’ Two-Bit don’t we? :’D * sniffle * Oh, fucking lovely! Now you got me going because I’m HAPPY.

I was grateful we even had a birthday to celebrate. It was two weeks ago that he’d gotten his first post-hospital infection and I shuddered to think that we’d come close to losing him again.
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Hmm. I just had a realization hit me – this story is like a MOVIE; I can SEE it playing out in my head, with the flash forwards of Soda doing things with Pony, and Pony being allowed to grow up happy, without the weight of a dying brother in his thoughts; and Darry surveying the scene, as the five of them are almost in the clearing.

Oh ..
I was going to have to slap you if Soda went out of remission – I really would’ve.
But not really, OF COURSE.

He looked at me and suddenly cracked a smile. “A thousand?”
I realized my poor choice of words and laughed. “Okay, I’ll do it once more, then you’re on your own. How’s that?” We both started laughing so hard that Pony came out of his room to find out what was going on. When neither of us could catch our breath long enough to explain what had set us off, he rolled his eyes and went back to his homework.
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Ah! *cooes * That was GREAT – I could picture EVERYTHING. I think that’s my favorite DarryxSoda moment here – and Pony rolling his eyes? PRICELESS.

And, I haven’t read any of my fellow reviewers er – reviews, but I think I'm the bajillionth person to say that I BLOODY LOVED THAT LAST LINE.

In fact, I loved it so much, I’m going to write it down here. Why? BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN!

We lay sprawled on the floor, Steve and Two-Bit laughing mercilessly at us, but somehow I didn’t have the motivation to get up. I had everything I needed right there.
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Oh. My God.

You just made everything perfect, didn’t you? :3
Great read – I’m SO glad I decided to do this today.
Aw. But … now I don’t want to stop reviewing! This is sad. I hate last reviews. I never end them right.

Ah, let’s see …

DQ, you hold a deep understanding of family relationships, and showed us all how in times of tragedy, our Curtis brothers know how to stick together. Your characterization of everyone was spot on – the psychological factors into each person’s mind was great, and you showed us all what it was truly like to be diagnosed with leukemia, and Soda’s voice was clear with raw emotion; Darry and Ponyboy almost lost their brother, and you portrayed that perfectly.

This story … is like a trailblazer into a new AU world – I don’t think it’s ever been done so accurately … or on such an angle. You showed us exactly what these five needed to get along with their lives – and it wasn’t just Soda being sick that made them all band together; it was having an excuse to let their feelings out. It was the long nights at the hospital, the deafening silences, and those terrifying moments in “ the space between” each new thing they had to endure, that – in the end – gave them a unification that is obtained by few, and only given to those who are willing to fight for it.

-TNS

So … he’s getting better now, right?
I sense a happy vibe to this. A final vibe.
Probably because this is the penultimate chapter, but details, details!
-TNS
P.S. Haha - I just realized. "Drama Queen" can be DQ. :D Sorry; I'm exhausted from yelling at the computer so much.

*breathes out slowly, color returning to face *
I wanted to laugh, to burst into a hysterical fit right there in the hospital room. What else was there left to do? Soda was already hooked up to a half dozen machines that were controlling everything that went in and out of his body.
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Woah.
Totally fucking creepy, but it makes … sense. You really get this kind of stuff, don’t you?
-I wanted to believe him, but it just seemed so ridiculous. “Dare, are you sure you didn’t just imagine it?”
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I liked the change of characters here – usually it’s Ponyboy acting all dreamy, and whatnot – and I think that BECAUSE you made Darry the one to be experiencing it, that makes it all the more real. And it does make a lot of sense; how Soda’s dying, and both brothers feel that their own methods of coping aren’t working anymore, so Darry changes his outlook by believing in the supernatural stuff, and Pony’s trying to be a little more “on Earth”, and trying to see things more realistically. Excellent.
< -- See? I can be serious … when I want to.

C’mon, you didn’t really think I’d kill Soda, did you?
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What? Oh, um … *wipes rabid-spit off of mouth*, and assumes refined pose again * Er … of course not, Drama Queen! I know better than that. Heehee. *kicks away previous review*
-TNS

“If you guys get into trouble with it, tell me or Steve, you hear?” Pony just shrugged so I pushed a bit further. “I know Darry won’t take nothin’ more, but he doesn’t need to know.”
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Once again, to be loved by friends in that kind of degree is … unbelievable.
“Yeah, I know,” Soda said quietly, looking down at his hands, “but I don’t want to go to sleep.”
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Oh my God (I’ve been saying that a lot- I really hope you’re not one of those straight-edge religious types that get’s all offended by it; I have a feeling you’re not though. :) ); it’s come down to this, hasn’t it? The final stretch – he’s afraid to go to sleep because he’s afraid he won’t wake up.
Brilliant.

I tried to open my eyes again but I couldn’t. I felt the darkness trying to claim me and finally I couldn’t fight it anymore.
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OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! Don’t do this! I CAN’T STAND IT, DRAMA QUEEN! I REALLY REALLY CAN’T HANDLE HIM DYING NOW!

*crawls into a corner, and sopbs * Please! Oh my God. Holy shit – please don’t! I’m begging! I’m on my knees!

“My grandma used to take me to church, every Sunday. She died when I was eight. I never went back, not till that one day you and Johnny dragged us there.”
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Oh.
My.
Gosh.
THAT is my favorite part of this entire story – Pony and Steve in the chapel. Definitely. Most favorite.
I don’t’ have to say anything on it. Why I like it, why it’s perfect, or why it matters so fucking much.
Its all there.
Dr. Sheldon! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Fight for my Ponyboy! You can’t split them up! Especially since Steph’s killing Soda – they NEED each other!

“Keep fighting, Soda. You need to keep fighting, okay little buddy?” I’m trying, Dare, really I am. But I’m so tired. The elephant was getting heavier and Darry’s voice was getting further and further away.
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I loved how you wrote Sodapop in these two paragraphs – it was just … perfect. Like you were really there.

Even as I focused on it, the beeping turned into a single, endless wail and I felt my world fall apart.
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If fanfiction could let me scream, then I would.
OH MY GOD! WHHYY AARREE YOOUU DOOIINNGG THIISS TOO MEE?
Reviews? Or should I run for my life?
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RUN, DRAMA QUEEN! RUN!
-TNS
*trips over feet to get to the next chapter *

Pony noticed how tired I was and squeezed my hand. “Night, Dare.” He got up to leave, then added quietly, “I’m glad it was you.”
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Oh. …
And there we have it; a little window showing Pony’s fears. ):
This fic has opened so many doors for these three – kudos on you for writing it, darling.
I like the ups and downs of this fic – it’s a good portrayal of sickness in a family: you’ll have your tender moments, your angry moments, hard, painful, depressed, and precious moments that you have to look forward to when going through the bad ones.
I can see why Darry’s mad, but I can see why Soda’s sick of people analyzing him – I’m sure he’s felt more than once that he wants to stay in control.
“ … When I looked at them, they confirmed what I’d already guessed. You have the beginning stages of pneumonia.”
YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO KILL HIM?
WHAT?
…
WHAT?!?!?
You are! * throws a temper tantrum * YOU’RE KILLING HIM! I – I can’t believe this! *holds hand up to eyes, as if ready to faint * Oh, alas, my poor heart …
“This isn’t a death sentence, Soda,” Dr. Sheldon said, reading my mind.
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Yes it is! *sobs into hands * Oh, oh, oh … I need tissues.
Ha.
My mom just saw me looking at the computer, and asked all worriedly, “What happened? It looks like you just got peed on by a dog.”
Oh, my mother … xD
Okay, I’m really serious now … I DON’T want him dead; I thought I could handle it. I thought it’d be a good drama factor, and I thought it’d make a good ending, but I can’t take it. I really, really, can’t. ):
Oh, Sodapop!
-TNS
P.S. – I just realized, that sounded like I’d hate you if you DID kill him; I wouldn’t. I’d still love it, and I’d be awed by you forever for having the guts to kill him, but really … ? I’ll cry.

OH MY GOD!
Two-Bit … is the BEST.
EVER.
I mean it.
SERIOUSLY!
Wait. I’LL DO IT TOO, SODA! :D
I KNEW it was going to be Darry. I just knew.
Please work, please work, please work!
I HAVE FIVE CHAPTERS LEFT, DRAMA QUEEN – YOU HAVE TO MAKE HIM BETTER IN FIVE CHAPTERS!
-TNS

“Two-Bit, I think the smell of jellybean pie would make anyone feel sick,” Soda laughed.
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Alright, so two things went through my mind when I read this, which were a.) leave it to Two-Bit to still make things better and b.) If you kill Soda, I am making a jellybean pie in his HONOR.
I sighed, remembering the past few minutes. “It was bad.” I decided not to give any details unless he asked for them.
Darry nodded. “Thanks, Steve, for letting me know. How was the rest of the night?”

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God, this must make it so hard for both Steve and Two-Bit (and Ponyboy, I guess). I mean, how can they KNOW when Soda needs help or not? I mean, they obviously don’t want to keep worrying Darry, or bugging him, but it’s so hard to figure out WHAT Soda needs, and they want to jump at every little thing, because they don’t want him dead.
I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.
“Soda, your test results are showing an improvement, but not as much as I need to see at this point. The treatment is working, but the toll it’s taking on your body is extreme. I’m not sure your body will be able to handle the entire course the treatment would need to run in order to completely remove the cancer.”
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Oh.
My.
God.
You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?
The Steve-Scene was good and realistic: Everyone has a breaking point, huh Stevie-boy?
And we see EVIE! :D YAY! Evie’s my second favorite female in “The Outsiders”, right after Cherry.
YAY – Steve love. :D
-TNS

“Do you think you can breathe without the oxygen mask now?” Dr. Sheldon asked.
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*rips hair out * Oxygen … mask? * eyes bulge *
*I * will need a fucking oxygen mask by the time this story is over! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!
I need someone to hold my hand. ):
“No, you didn’t. I could see it in your face when we started. I knew you didn’t want to, and I knew you’d follow me, but I went up anyway. It’s my fault you fell.” He sounded so sad and I hated it when Soda was upset.
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Oh, God … ):
…
Are you going to kill him?

-TNS
P.S. – Now I need a hug, too. ):

“You sure, Pone? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
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I forgot to mention this earlier, but I love to see how much Pony is maturing throughout the story – I mean, it wasn’t automatic, and he wasn’t all of a sudden like Darry’s sidekick, or whatever, but he gradually got into the habit of doing things himself, getting along with Darry better, and just taking responsibility. It’s really good.
You know what I was thinking? Are you … going to *do * anything on Ponyboy’s birthday? *shifty eyes *
Something relating with Sodapop. Because if * something * happens on Pony’s birthday, I will cry. And it will be messy. And my face will look like a tomato, and it will be messy and pathetic, and YOU’LL BE TO BLAME!
You know? That was GOOD news, for a change. I’m liking this change of events, Miss Drama Queen.

“Got him!” Dylan crowed. “Tie him up!”
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HAHAHA!
C:
I don’t remember the last time I laughed that hard during a story.
Ponyboy babysitting = LOVE!

Oh, man. *seethes with fury *
*ahem, sits up with refined look on face *I know I must excuse children for their ill behavior and bluntness to such sensitive topics, however due to the circumstances …
RAAHHWWRR!! I AM GOING TO CLIMB INTO THE FUCKING COMPUTER, AND I WILL SPANK THEIR FAT BOTTOMS UNTIL THEY BLEED! EXCESSIVELY SO! AARRGGHH!
*ahem *
I concentrated on making my breaths match his and slowly felt myself fall asleep.
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*surprised* Oh!
I like this.

“Please take a minute and let me know what you thought. :)”
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Don’t I always, Drama Queen? ;)
-TNS

“’Two-Bit and I’, dear.”
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I can totally see Mrs. C doing this – haha. xD
And I loved the flashback; it fit … really nicely.

“Yeah, it’s enough. Thanks, Pone.” It wasn’t enough, but I was pretty sure we didn’t have any more blankets in the house.
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Am I random or what? But I love this line. :D

I like your Steve voice – it’s tough and quick to get angry, but he gets it – he’s willing to listen, especially with Soda.
And the little alliance he had with Ponyboy was realistic - I can see them both staying up with Soda, just keeping that stony silence between them, with the common goal of helping Sodapop. It worked. :D

And I liked how Steve came to Pony’s defense – see? They don’t hate each other! :3
-TNS

Hullo, Drama Queen.

Teehee – I’m so clever, aren’t I? :3

I sighed, curling up with my arm around my sleeping brother.
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Now THAT *pulls quote down to eye level * is brotherly love, right there. :D
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“It’s my head,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I need—I need the pain meds.” Shit. I didn’t have any of those with me.
Poor Two-Bit! D:
Don’t worry, I’d be freaking out, too. You can totally see here how Two-Bit cares a lot about his friends, always willing to help them, and whatnot, but he also knows when to admit that he needs help with something.

“You won’t be long, will you?” he asked timidly.
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Wuh … bu … *shoves head into locker, and lets out sob *
YOU MAKE ME CRY! ):

-TNS

D:

That’s it. You drama queen, you! *pokes you * You LIKE torturing Sodie don’t cha, dahlin’?

Well, I suppose that’s what everyone does to their favorite character. *wraps leash around Ponyboy * Come along, my little colt …

*pokes last part of chapter *

That was … morbid.

-TNS