This would have been up a few hours ago but I'm sad because my parents won't buy me tickets to meet Dan and Phil, so I've been sulking.

Ponyboy's POV:

"Well guys, it sounds like tonight is my last night," I tell my bunkmates, walking into my cabin. They all look over, confused.

"What happened?" Liam asks. I look around the room, trying to figure out how to tell Olivia's twin brother that I got caught sneaking around with her.

"Left the dance early with a girl. Her counselor got mad," I try to explain.

"Did Olivia get in trouble too?" He asks. Oh no, I think to myself, worried that he'll be mad at me.

"Yeah. She's leaving too," I admit.

"Oh. Well, I guess we can do it, Andy," he says. I raise an eyebrow, confused. What are we going to do? And why isn't he upset about his sister?

"Cool. If we get caught we'll tell 'em Pony brought them, then it's no harm no foul," Andy responds, digging for something under his bed. He came out with two 6 packs of beer.

"Everyone gets one," he says, passing them out. He goes all around, handing me mine last.

"Oh, I don't want one. Thanks though," I tell him, trying to hand it back.

"Dude! My brother snuck these across the state for us, and if we're gonna blame you it's only fair that you have one too," Andy argues. I roll my eyes at the idiocy of this kid.

"Well, why are you blaming me? If my brother finds out he'll kill me!" I tell him. He shrugs.

"Happens. Now c'mon, dude. Just take one," he says, putting it in my hand. A bottle opener gets passed around, and suddenly lands in my hands.

"Aren't Philip and James in the next room over?" I ask, getting more worried by the second as I hold the alcohol. Andy nods.

"Yeah, but they're cool. They'll probably want a bottle or two themselves," he says. Again, I sigh.

"Stop being such a downer, man." He takes my bottle out of my hand and opens it, then hands it to me. I take it, and he clinks his against mine.

"Cheers. Now drink," he pushes me. So I do. But it takes a second. I think about camp, and how much fun I've had so far, and the friends that I've made, and how I'll probably never see them again. And I take a long sip. It burns my throat.

I think about Olivia, and how beautiful she looked tonight in her dress. How sad she looked when she was crying, the way it made me want to cry too. Her beauty still radiated for miles, even with red eyes and a tearstained face. After Olivia, I never want to see another girl. I want to be with this girl forever.

Realizing that, I go into the bathroom and pour the beer down the sink.

"What're we doing with the bottles?" I ask Andy, coming back out. If I just put it in the trash, we could get caught.

"Under my bed. I'll take care of 'em," he says. "Man, you finished yours already?" He asks. I shrug, not wanting to lie. I mentally praise myself for putting it away, because Darry really would have killed me. Looking around the room, I see the other boys sitting around, only a few actually drinking theirs, although I'm not really surprised. I look at the clock, it's after 11 PM and no ones told us it's lights out yet.

Slowly, I sit down in my bed, not even caring that I never changed into pajamas, and get under the warm covers. I didn't realize how could I was until now.

Laying down, I try to imagine Darry's reaction to getting a call at 10:30 at night from the camp he just left, saying he has to come back tomorrow, on a Sunday, one of his only days off, to pick his kid brother, who got in serious trouble for being stupid, up from camp. I bet he was fuming. I can imagine him yelling into the phone about how irresponsible I am, and trying to get our money back. I bet he tried hard to convince them to let me stay. I bet he was mad because I only got into more trouble after I got sent here as a punishment. I bet he wants to send me to a reform school now...

I spend way too long thinking about that, and how disappointed Soda must have been in me when he found out. Two-Bit probably laughed, thinking that me trying to "get some", which I wasn't, but I knew that would be how he'd take it, was the most hilarious thing in the world. I bet Steve rolled his eyes and mumbled something about what an irresponsible little kid I am, until he saw how upset his best buddy was about it. Soda probably got quiet, the disappointment evident in his face. He just wanted me to have fun here, to live the little bit of my life that I didn't after Johnny and Dal died. He probably thought, just like Darry, that a new environment would be good for me.

Yeah, we see how that went.

Because tomorrow I'm going home for good, and even if I never really learned my "lesson". I was supposed to get my act together, not get in trouble, snap myself out of this depression, and I only did half of that. I think this over until my eyes close, for the last time in this bed. The last time in this camp.

But it was all worth it, because I got to meet her here.

When I fall asleep, the last thought I have is of my beautiful Olivia, and how we're going to stay together after we leave.

A/N: Okay, that was bad. I know. I'm sorry. Ponyboy's hard to write for because I never really introduced his bunkmates like I did Olivia's. But how much more does it make you want the last chapter, which I promise you is AMAZING? It's kinda droning on at this point, so I'm thankful that the next chapter is the last. Also, I'm debating on an epilogue, so you can tell me if I need it after the last chapter.