Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, though it would be nice if I did…

Johnny's P.O.V

I could feel the darkness surrounding me. I could feel it trying to pull me in. I had to tell Ponyboy before it was too late.

"Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold…" That was as far as I got before the darkness consumed me.

As I laid there, a bright light burned through my eyelids. Why wasn't I dead yet? Maybe I was. Maybe there really was a life after death. Finally the burning hurt too much, and I opened my eyes. I looked around and noticed I was in – the vacant lot? Why was I here? More importantly, how did I get here?

As I continued to look around, I realized that this wasn't the vacant lot. It was a vacant lot, but not the one in my neighborhood. Where was I? Suddenly a car sped past me. It looked like a pretty tuff car, but somehow it looked…different. I'm not sure what it was because it was going too fast, but there was defiantly something different. Plus, they didn't scream out "grease" or anything like that.

Suddenly, I heard my name being called out from behind me. I turned around and saw someone running toward me. Just then I realized I could move my legs again. I guess I didn't notice before because I had only been in the hospital for a day or two and I've been walking for sixteen years. There's a big time difference.

I focused on the figure again. I thought maybe it was one of the gang, but the figure was a little shorter than Two-Bit. It couldn't have been Soda. If it was, I would be able to see his shining blonde hair, even though he was still pretty far away.

"Johnny, hey, Johnny." The voice yelled.

I decided to chance it and yell back "Yeah?"

"Mom said to come home. It's time for dinner." The figure yelled back.

Mom? What was he talking about? I didn't have any brothers. Plus, my mom wouldn't care if I was at home. She doesn't cook either.

"Ok." I yelled back and ran toward my "brother." I'm going to figure this out, even if I have to play along for a while.

The figure was about seventeen and had brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes, like me. His clothes were weird though. They weren't Socy, Greasy, anything really. He wore jeans, but they were baggier than the jeans greasers wore. He wore a long, brown T-shirt with a weird design on it.

I looked at my own clothes and realized that I was wearing the same type of jeans and a blue shirt. How did I get into these? Nothing's making sense anymore!

"Come on Johnny. We've got to go. Everyone's waiting for us." He said in an irritated voice.

"Ok, I'm comin'." I replied.

He looked at me like I was crazy of something. He didn't say what he was thinking though. He just walked off and I fallowed close behind. We walked like that for a while. Then he slowed down and let me fall into step beside him.

"Your not Johnny."