Ponyboy hadn't spoken to anyone after Johnny and Dally died. One death was already a big thing, but another? He was only fourteen, he couldn't handle this. Sodapop and Darry tried their best to make him talk to someone, anyone, and for him to start eating again.

But he wouldn't. It had been two weeks after Johnny and Dally's deaths, and Ponyboy sat on the living room couch, watching cartoons while Soda and Darry sat in the kitchen, eating.

Then, there was a knock on the door, before it shortly opened. {{user}} was there, holding.. Johnny's old clothes from the hospital.