Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.

I was at the table eating with Soda and Darry. Nobody said anything. We don't usually talk at dinner. Something was bothering me, and I had put it off for too long. I got a little sick. What is Darry going to say? I pushed away my food and sat back in my chair, clutching my stomach. "You okay, Ponyboy?" Soda said, concerned. "I, uh…" I started. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket that I hoped wouldn't start a fight. After all, we did promise Soda no more fights. It was my progress report from school. I was getting a D and I had to get it signed by Darry. I said, "Darry…" He looked up from his plate. I got up and handed him the progress report. He sat down his fork, and after about fifteen seconds, his face got dangerously red. I was in big trouble. "What is the matter with you, Pony? "You're letting your grades slip again. This can't happen if you're ever going to get to college!" "Sorry, Darry… I'm just having trouble…" "If you were having trouble, you should've asked someone for help! Come on, Pony, can't you think at all?" Soda looked upset. "Guys… let's not start anything… what about your promise?" Darry ignored him. He just kept yelling and yelling at me. I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm tired of this, Darry! We're making Soda upset. We promised him no more fights! That night at the hospital, I thought that you changed. I thought that things would get better between us. I was wrong. If you hate me so much, why don't you throw me in a boys' home now?" Darry just stared at me. "I HATE YOU, DARRY!" I think that I saw tears collect in his eyes, but I was too angry to care. I stormed off to my room. Soda came in a few minutes later. He looked really upset.

"I'm sorry, Soda. I'm just so mad at him. I've really been trying to avoid fights." "Yeah, I know. Ponyboy, Darry doesn't hate you. He's just frustrated. He's got a load of things to worry about. He's awful sorry." I didn't say anything. After a few minutes, I knew Soda was asleep. I quietly got up, being careful not to wake him up. I walked into the kitchen. Darry was still sitting there, head in his hands. I quietly walked up and grabbed my progress report. I guess that Darry was so upset that he spelled his own name wrong, because I could tell that he used white-out. I put it back in my pocket and started to head back to my room.

Then Darry said, "Pony, I know you're there." I turned to look at him. He looked at me with tear filled eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I know I overreacted. You were right. We did promise Soda not to fight anymore. But… I don't hate you, Ponyboy. I would never want to throw you in a boys' home. I know I've been hard on you. I'll try to lighten up a little. If you ever have any trouble in school anymore, please don't hesitate to ask me for help, okay? Can you forgive me?" I stared at him. Gee, now I feel bad. Soda was right. He does love me, and I need to stop doubting that. I walked up to him and said, "I forgive you, Darr. I'm sorry too. I guess you're not the only one who overreacted. I don't hate you either." He smiled. "Thanks, Pony. I forgive you too. Come here, kiddo." I hugged him and said, "Thanks, Darry." Then I let go and saw Soda. "Now, that's better," He said. We all laughed.