"Johnny ain't dead! I'm tellin' you!" Ponyboy stated firmly. Yet, there was both disappointment and determination that Johnny was alive. He was... wasn't he?

It's been around a month. No one had moved easily, but life had to continue on. There wasn't much anyone could do anymore, but move on, and oray it got better. Even so, Pony hadn't at all. He was completely in denial that Johnny was dead. He hated the fact of someone bringing up about Johnny being dead. It made him furious even. Johnny was still kicking around, just like he always was.

He couldn't explain how he felt anymore. Lost? Confused? Scared? Disappointed? Angry? All he could explain was how he was missing something. Missing the very someone he never imagined himself living without.

"I'm tellin' you! Why won't you listen to me," He was close to breaking down again. He had been so emotional for so long, yet he had yet to notice.

Currently they was an argument breaking out, once again. It was more Ponyboy getting pissed at everyone else, trying to tell him Johnny wasn't gone. But Pony wasn't going to believe what he thought was bullshit.

"You— He—!" Pony started to stutter, throat beginning to feel like it was closing up. The corners of his eyes were stinging, just waiting to build up enough to release hot tears down his face. All the same with his tears also came his resentment.