I, unfortunatly, do not own The Outsiders or any of S.E. Hinton's characters.

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Johnny

I peeked my head outside my door, looking down the hall straining to hear anything. Silence. Resembling a scared animal I crept down the hall, shutting my door with a quiet 'click'.

I hesitated a moment while opening the front door as the sound of awakening yawns echoed through the house. I froze for a moment, not daring to move my hand from the doorknob, waiting for the tense silence to return. Finally I felt my body relax and the slipped through the door and escaped into day.

Two-Bit

I stood quietly outside her door.

I had a reputation for never being silent, even now my foot tapped dull thuds on the hard floor.

Light sobs could be heard from inside the room, with each one I felt myself wince. It hurt me too, no matter how well I hid it; to be unwanted by my own flesh and blood, but hearing her cry after all these years made the empty space in the house all the more distinctive.

She would be holding onto his old picture, I knew this from past experiences. New tears would stain over the old ones. Maybe she'd have his letter too, the one he left with twenty bucks for her to find on the front porch when she got home from work.

"We're doing just fine without him, huh?" she'd say if I were to go in there to comfort her like when I was younger, planting a watery kiss on my forehead and pretending as if I never had seen her tears.

After another cry I winced away from the door, holding his breath until I saw daylight.

Dallas

"Bite me."

My eyes trailed her flowing red dress as she spun around-it expanding out like a flower over her hips and curves-and pushed through the crowd, swaying her hips left and right in a way that no straight man could ignore.

"Looks like you'll be missing out on that tonight," Tim said appearing by my side, not even bothering to be nonchalant watching Sylvia's rear-end until it walked out the door. I flicked my eyes over to him lazily. "I ain't missin' out on nothin'. No amount of beauty or fucks are worth all her complaining-fucking drama queen."

A coy smile slippped on his face as his dark-blue eyes flicked to my own. "I don't know if I can stand by and let a body like that be wasted-I can think of a few better uses for that mouth that ain't gotta thing to do with talking."

"Too bad those uses are reserved for me. And if I ain't getting them tonight, no one is." I threatened, my body tensing. My fist clenched at his eye roll. "No one being you."

"Scared she's gonna realize what she's missin' out on and leave you all by your lonesome self?" My last nerve broke-like an elastic my arm swung aroung to slug him. He flinched his head back not breaking eye contact, narrowing advoiding my fist. I grounded my teeth, jerk's asking for it. Before I could get another good hit in he grabbed a beer off the counter and sauntered out the door. You'd think he'd learn after what I dealt out to him last time after I caught him with my girl but I guess he was more dense than I thought.

I finished off my beer and took off in the same fashion. Bright sunlight hurt my eyes after the dark bar but I forced myself not to wince. No destination in mind and no Tim in sight I walked slowly around, savouring every hit my Kool's had to offer. Catching sight of two familiar heads not too long after I crouched low and charged them from behind.

I know I'm a scary guy-hell I think anyone could figure it out by just watching how people reacted to me-but the way these two freaked you'd think a bear or somethin' would be attacking them.

"Golly Dal give me a heart attack," Ponyboy said in a steady voice but I could hear his irregular breaths as I released him from my headlock.

"Awwh you need to toughen up, jumping a foot in the air ain't gonna do you any good if if it was socs creeping up behind yah and not me."

I matched their pace and step-for-step planting myself between them. To my left I saw Johnny staring at the ground real hard. Kid wasn't the same after what them socs did. If I ever saw them I swear to God I'd kill them. Bastards took it too far-he got it enough at home. Johnny never jumped no one or did them any harm; and now his entire life's fucked because of them. He didn't even have a chance at defending hisself. I took a deep breath as I felt my finger nails digging into my palm.

"Hey! Cut that out!" I smirked down at his feeble attempt to swat my hand away. His dark eyes narrowed at me as he attempted to fix his hair I ruffled out of place but a smile strayed on his lips. He didn't look too shook up I noted, finally getting a good look at him. God knows why he trusts me so much, no one else does.

"So what're you hoods up to tonight?" I mocked: Pony and Johnny were probably the most pure kids I knew. I remembered when they even used to go to church every Sunday-until the gang decided to join them one day. I doubt their ever gonna step foot near that building again.

Pony went on grumbling about Darry getting on his case about homework-kid didn't even know gow lucky he was. Johnny just shrugged, "Might check out what's playing at the theatre."

He gave me a hopeful look. "I ain't got much else to do.."I lead off, resisting to roll my eyes when his eyes lit up. I swear I could run infront of a train and that kid follow me.

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