Title: Arms of a Hero

Author: Freakygirldances567

Rating: Ummm….. T to be safe.

Disclamer: I do not own the Outsiders or any of the Characters. If I did, I as sure as e (ignore) hell would not be sitting here writing Fanfic about them.

Summery: Pony and Johnny are on the run as Darry desperately tries to tell Pony He C (ignore) cares what happens to him. Add a gang of Socs to the mix and things get o (ignore) rough.

(Ponyboy's POV)

I sat on the grass behind the old church and gazed at the sunset. The air was sweet with the smell of a past rain storm. Johnny and I have been hiding out for a month now. Well a month and two days to be precise. I struck a match and lit my cigarette, sighing. I couldn't stop thinking about my Sodapop. He would be worried by now. I'm not so sure that Darry would be. After all this is what he wanted. He never wanted to take care of me. You can tell by the way he acts around me. He only loves Soda, or his "little buddy". Then again, who wouldn't love Soda, with his tuff hair and infectious smile? He's one of my favorite people. Darry just intimidates people with his icy eyes and muscular body, earning the nickname of Superman in our gang. In a rumble I always pity the guy that takes a crack at him. Its ironic though. Just because he's not my hero. To me he's like the bad guy the hero is always fighting. The one that is too evil for words. He's been taking care of us since Mom and Dad died. Yet I can't call him my hero. In school, if asked, I'd write about Soda or an actor. Never Darry. I hear a noise behind me.

"Hey, Johnny. Want a smoke?" I ask closing my eyes.

"Naw… I brought our book. Think you can read it for awhile? I want to know what's gonna happen to Scarlet." Johnny tossed me Gone With The Wind. We were nearly finished with the story. Next time Johnny went sneaking out for groceries he'd have to pick up a new book. I flipped open to where we left off.

"Ok here we go…." We passed the evening reading and digging around trying to find some food.

"That's it," Johnny groaned. "Tomorrow I'm going out for some food"

"I'll stay and hold down fort. Grab another book." I replied, looking at the big dipper beforer it passed behind a cloud.

"Okey, G'night."

"Night" We layed down and Johnny fell asleep. I could here soft whistly snores and his heavy breathing. I rolled over, missing my bed that I shared with Soda. Sighing I allowed myself to drift off into a deep sleep.