THis is my first fanfic on here..Um. Its kinda cheesy, but I like cheesy stories. soooo yeah. :)

ohhh it might not make sense, so if it doesn't just tell me.

Chapter 1

My story starts with an ending. Well, actually three endings.

One of the most final things is a funeral. It's someones life's last step. They're dead, and you won't see them again. Its the last goodbye. The final goodbye.

So like many of the other funerals at my father's funeral home, I attended this one. A complete strangers funeral, or so I thought at first. I didn't know who's it was. And even I did, I figured I wouldn't know them.

I played this game. I always tried to guess how they died. Then I'd try to sneak a peak at them at the visitation. It may seem really morbid, but morbid or not, it passed the time. So, that day, I tried too.

The only thing I knew was that it was actually two people, and their coffins were crappy. Really crappy. Like the cheap kind that super poor people have.

Searching the dim-lit room, I tried to look for any clues as to whom these two people were. I didn't really find an answer, but judging by the fact that two of the Curtis brothers were here, Soda and Darry, Steve Randle, and Two-Bit Matthews were here too, that the dead guys were most likely greasers.

Then I saw a little collage of pictures-two boys were in almost all of them. I walked over, and looked at the photo's.

It was only a matter of time until I gasped. I didn't believe it. In most of the pictures two boys I knew was in them. Johnny Cade, and his friend Dallas Winston. I turned and looked back at the boys. They were Johnny friends. That would make sense, but where was I when he died? It couldn't have been too long ago?

That was it, I just remembered, I had been in Wisconsin with mom. Thats why I hadn't known.

Johnny Cade was dead. Gone. His life had ended. How?

Johnny was the quiet type, only speaking when he felt like it, or knew it was sort of required. He stood up for people, but only when he knew it was time. He was deep, and not many people knew that. He loved to listen to other people-despite the fact that his problems were probably worse than your own. He was Johnny, and probably was one in a million.

We met in a closet. Isn't that sort of funny? I went in once to get Mr. Clemence some paper towels at the same time Johnny went into get some tissues for Ms. Miller. We said hi, and introduced ourselves, but said nothing more. As we both turned to leave the small, square room, the door shut. We heard some evil snickers (probably socs) and glanced at each other, probably thinking the same thing.

Johnny dived at the door, and jiggled the handle. Nothing. He tried it again, and still. Nothing. We stood there in silence before I said, "Well, this is just wonderful," and he started cracking up. I wonder if he just liked my sarcasm, or he just always loved it when people said things just to break the silence. Or maybe it was a nervous habit? I'm going to go with that one, because even though he talked to me (why, I still don't know) he always seemed like a nervous wreck.

"I have a feeling we'll be in here a while," he said after he had calmed down, and I agreed. We sat down on some boxes and got to know each other-thus forming a weird bond we had. We weren't that close, but we knew each other. At lunch, occasionally, he'd let me tag along with him, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, and Steve Randle to the convenience store to buy some stuff to eat during lunch. I was sick of the mess the socs left anyways.

Now Dallas Winston, he was quite the character, with the bitter smile, and the icy blue eyes that shot hate bullets everywhere. He was a wreck honestly, a big, tough, icy wreck, who didn't realize that he wasn't invincible. And now, he had just proven to us all he really wasn't. I really didn't talk to him much. All I knew was that Johnny really had looked up to him. I guess I can understand why. Dally was thought to be invincible. Oh how we were all so wrong..

I glanced back at the boys I knew. The ones who I had gone with to the convenience store just about 6 days ago. I caught Two-Bit and Steve's looks. Them and Soda pushed through the crowd towards me. "Your here," Steve said and I thought Well, of course I am, but I hadn't realized this funeral would actually mean something to me!

I nodded and replied, "I am."

"Bonnie Clyde." Two-Bit said quietly. Clyde isn't my last name. Its really Clint, but its kind of close to Clyde-according to Two-Bit.

"Why didn't you two inform me about Johnny's death?" My voice was rising slowly, and was getting higher pitched too. My mouth felt dry, and I just felt cold and hollow inside.

"Or Dallys?"

"Yeah? Why not?"

"We thought you knew," Steve said, looking a bit pissed.

"Well, hello! I've been in Wisconsin with Mama. How am I supposed to know?"

"We didn't know that," Two-Bit said, and I just crossed my arms.

"Well, Pony did. And where is he anyways?"

"At home," Soda told me.

"Why? Johnny was his best friend!"

"After Dallas died, he just sort of lost it.." Soda said, trailing off, and averting his glance away from my eyes that were probably boring a hole into his head.

"Loosing two friends in one night is sort of exhausting. You really should try it," Steve said in this wise ass tone. He and Soda made me feel guilty then.

"So...I guess he didn't tell you I was with mama in another state?"

Two-Bit gave me a small smile that just screamed sadness. "No, apparently not, Bonnie." I looked down at my stupid pennyfours, and looked back up.

"How'd he die?"

"Fire," Steve grunted, then he walked away-Sodapop at tow.

"He broke his back while trying to save some kids from the fire. Dallas, and Ponyboy helped too, but only Johnny was hurt. He told us it was worth dying for." Of course he did.

"And Dally?"

"He cracked, robbed some store, and got gunned down. Under a street lamp." A street lamp. How horrible.

"He died, huh. Dallas Winston. The invincible hood." Two-Bit let out a small chuckle.

"Invincible. Good way to put it." He was silent, but sadly stared down at me, then he said, "He actually had a breaking point. Amazing, huh?" I just nodded.

"Have you gone up to the coffins yet?" His gaze fell to the floor.

"Nup, You?"

"I just found out it's them."

I grabbed his hand, and we pulled each other up to the front of the room, where the coffins were. I didn't want to be there, and it was easy to tell by his hard breathing, Two-Bits feelings weren't far from my own. When we got there, I saw Johnny. Burned and lifeless. He didn't look peaceful, but he didn't look like his death was something horrible. His expression was something simple, and he just looked like he was sleeping. You could tell he was dead. You could tell his soul was gone. But you could also tell, he was finally at rest.

"Why was he in a burning building?" I asked Two-Bit suddenly.

"He killed a soc." My mouth fell into an 'o', and no questions were asked. Johnny killed a soc, and saved some kids. This is what he got.

Two-Bit walked me home later. I asked daddy if he wanted me to stay and help clean up, but he told me to just go. I had explained to him who the two dead guys were, and why I was crying.

"So, you gonna be fine when I leave you?" Two-Bit asked me, after he walked me home.

"No, probably not, but you might as well go now before the water works start up again. This time it'll be worse." He shook his head.

"I don't know if I want to leave you then. What if I got you ice cream?"

"Two-Bit, it'd really make my day if you sat on the couch with me crying your heart out too."

"Nahh, I like the ice cream idea better. Deal?"

"Fine, but you can't not cry. Have you cried about this at all?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Look, Bonnie-" He stopped and just tuck his hands in his pockets. He gritted his teeth, and looked away. "Bonnie, you gotta realize this: Everyone copes in different ways." Then he clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Now, how 'bout that ice cream?" I shook my head, letting my brown hair fly in the wind.

"So your way of coping is just not coping at all?" I was honestly curious.

"Alright, I guess we won't be having ice cream. Such a shame. I wanted some."

"And you love bribing people when their like crying their eyes out?" His hands came down onto my shoulders. He squeezed them, and looked me square into the eye.
"Bonnie, DROP IT!" He walked away then. Left me out on the street in front of my home. I still couldn't believe this was his way of coping.