Johnny's POV: I walked home from the lot feeling very alone. Why does it seem like everyone has something better than I do. Actually, what do I have? A bickering mom and dad who abuse and don't care about me and that is it. I wish I had it more like Ponyboy. He doesn't have any parents but he does have his two brothers Sodapop and Darry to look after him. I don't feel like I belong anywhere. It seems like I am too small and frail to do anything good for the gang, if you would even call it a gang. I am good at fighting and everything when needed but I don't know, it just feels like they would be better off without me. I saw Dally a little up ahead trying to pick up some chicks. He isn't exactly good at doing that on account of all of his encounters with the police. Everyone takes him as a bad guy. He is really cool once you get to know him. He just wants everyone to think he is tough so he goes around trying to break laws and gets into all sorts of trouble.
"Hey Dal," I called as I saw the girls walk off.
"Hey Johnny, how's it going man?" Dally replied.
"It's going good I guess," I lied as we started walking to the Curtis house. "You get those girls phone numbers?" I don't actually know why I asked this because I saw what happened between him and them but I guess I wanted to start a conversation. Usually our walks don't really require talking much.
"No," Dally said with a slight smirk on his face.
Our started conversation was quickly ended when we saw Pony being followed by some jerk socs in their mustang. Dally, as usual, went to go help Ponyboy out. I followed not knowing how I would be able to assist. Man, Dallas is a good fighter. Nobody messes with one of his friends and he makes sure of that. I stared at him with admiration on my face as I went to go see if Pony was all right.
Dally's POV: I think Johnny really looks up to me. I saw the look in his eyes when I was beating up those socs. Pony, Johnny, and I were on our way to the Curtis house.
"Thanks for helping me out with those socs Dal," Pony said breaking the silence between us.
"It was no trouble at all. I was in the mood for a good fight anyway." I could see by the look on Johnny's face he was upset that he didn't do
anything heroic to help Pony. He has it rough around his house with his mom abusing him and everything. I guess he wants to help and feel needed.
"Yeah Dally you really are amazing at fighting," Johnny said quietly.
I didn't want to make him feel any worse so I just said "Johnny it really was nothing. You're good at assisting during fights too." He had that sad puppy dog look in his eyes as we arrived at the house.
TO BE CONTINUED……..