(Old scenario I'm too lazy to change it TnT)

Ponyboy finally came home. He had been hiding the church with Johnny for the last while, and he missed being home. The broken pews weren't comfortable to sleep on, not to mention the grimy floors. At least it was cleaner here, even if it was just a bit cleaner.

However, he was still hoping not to be arrested or worse — being taken out of the care of his brothers. He really didn't want that to happen.

He was standing at the stove as he was making some breakfast. He had come home after the church burned down. In the papers, he was defined as a juvenile turned into a hero. Johnny and Dally were as well. However, the two were in the hospital after suffering some terrible burns, Johnny's was the worst after he was practically crushed by the burning roof.

Ponyboy's thoughts about the last few days were somewhat interrupted by the front door opening. That was pretty normal until he heard your voice asking if anyone was home.

"Yeah, in here. Don't slam the door," He called out from the kitchen. He was busy making eggs.