A New Home

By FlipWise

I don't own any characters from The Outsiders.

A/N: To fit the story better, the events in the original book, The Outsiders, never took place. Thank You

It was a Saturday night. As usual the youth of Tulsa, Oklahoma were at their local hangouts. The Southside of town would attend "Rusty's" and the teenagers of the northern area would all meet at "The Dingo".

Or they might just all pile into each other's cars. To pull pranks or to just drive around. But both sides of town had one place that they would meet. The Nightly Double at the Drive in Movie Theater.

But there were four teenagers who were leaving the area right now. Four out of the six friends that usually hang out together. They were Johnny Cade, Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews, Ponyboy Curtis and Dallas Winston. The two youngest, Ponyboy and Johnny, were just listening to Two-Bit rattle on as Dallas pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"I don't see why we had to leave. The movie was good," complained Two-Bit cheerfully.

"It was dumb," said Dallas.

"But it was a waste," replied Two-Bit.

"Waste of what," laughed Ponyboy. "We didn't pay."

"Then it was a waste of time," concluded Dallas, and he pulled out his lighter to light his cigarette.

He offered his pack to the other three and Two-Bit was the only one who accepted. They all walked back to the parking lot to cram into Two-Bit's beaten-down car. With Dallas in the passenger seat, they drove towards the southern neighborhood.

To let some cool air in, Ponyboy rolled the window down and let the breeze run through his long brown hair. The then fifteen year old looked over to the side to see Johnny looking straight ahead, as if he was nervous.

All of his friends knew that Johnny had the worst home life of them all. You would think that Dallas' home life would be similar with his father ignoring his every move, but it pales in comparison. Whenever Johnny needed attention, it was never given. And whenever Johnny was given attention it was given negatively.

Everyone wished they could do something about it. Especially Dallas, who had been holding back ever since he first learned of what was going on in Johnny's life. He felt like blowing on them but held himself back for Johnny's sake. But his fuse was now short.

The car slowed down in front of the Cade household. For a change of scene, it was actually quiet in the house. The lights were still on but there wasn't a peep of shouting or shattering.

"Are you sure you want to go home tonight, Johnny?" asked Two-Bit.

"Y-yeah," he said being slightly surprised by the silence. "It's quiet tonight."

Johnny climbed out of the car and walked towards his front door. That's when Dallas spoke up.
"Two-Bit. Let me out right here. I'll walk home."

Johnny didn't hear what was said in the car as he walked into the house. As soon as he entered, the scene seemed slightly different. He then heard Two-Bit's car drive off down the street. He was alone now.

Before he could take five steps towards his bedroom, his mother came out from the kitchen. As he turned his he saw a look in his mother's eyes that were fiercer than Dally's when he was angry.

She came at him quickly and he took a quick glance at what was in her hands. In her right hand there was a metal pole with blood on it, and in her left hand there was a…

Johnny's eyes widened and before he could fully comprehend what was in her hand, she swung the metal pole against the side of his head and he collapsed right there on the floor; unconscious.

It felt like almost instantly, his eye sight faded from black, but the scenery was still slightly dark. He also felt himself bobbing up and down. He realized that he was on somebody's back and they were carrying him. He made a slight noise and Northern accent said,

"Don't worry, Johnny. You're fine."

He recognized the voice as Dally's. What exactly was going on? Johnny felt himself being thrown into the back of a car and he just lied there. He had a terrible headache and didn't collect too many of his thoughts. He could barely remember what happened. He blacked out again. When he woke up, the scene was brighter and his headache was lighter.

He rose up looked outside to see Dallas leaning against the car, smoking another cigarette. Johnny got out of the car and asked.

"Dally. What's going on?"

Without even moving his head, Dallas answered with,

"We're out of gas."

Johnny looked around for a second and saw that they were out on the open road without a gas station in sight. He looked back at the eighteen year old.

"What happened?"

Dallas turned and looked at Johnny and before he could answer, siren could be heard down the street. Dally dropped his cigarette as Johnny turned around to see police cars stop near them. Four officers jumped out of the car as they whipped out their own pistols and yelled,

"Freeze! You! Get on the ground!"

Johnny had no idea who they were talking to and he got down also. He looked to the side, to see that Dallas was doing the same thing, with a calm look on his face. One of the officers then grabbed Johnny by his shirt and said,

"Come with me, son."

He looked back at Dallas and saw that they were putting handcuffs on him.

"So what'd you catch me for this time?" said Dally in a cocky voice and they threw him in the back of one of the vehicles.

Johnny looked at the officer that had grabbed his shirt.

"What did he do?" he asked.

The officer looked down at him and replied,

"You mean you don't know?" and Johnny shook his head. The officer sighed and said,

"For the murder of your parents."