"Johnny is dead..." Those three words resonated through Two Bit Matthew's mind as he grabbed a beer, and popped the top off, taking a sip. "Dallas Winston shot..." Three new words joined the three already resonating through his mind and he threw the empty bottle away and grabbed another popping the top off. The TV in front of him gave off a low glow, the only light that was in the room, except for the moonlight bouncing off the glass beer bottles. Mickey Mouse was parading around on the stage, with a smile on his face, and Two Bit glared and threw the bottle at the TV, "Stupid mouse..." he mumbled. "Don't he know everyone is DEAD?" his voice came out slurred and distant.
Two Bit, finally having finished the two six packs sitting in front of him, pushed the empty beer bottles off the couch, and laid down, stretching out on the couch, his eyes closed. He could still see Dally's arrogant smile, and Johnny's dark, sad eyes. He shook his head trying to get the images away, and tried to concentrate on something happy, like his girl, Amanda. A smile slowly spread across his face as he thought of her strawberry blonde hair, which settled in waves around her face, and complimented her hazel eyes. "Finally something I like," he mumbled, and continued to think about Amanda, a particular memory sticking out his mind. Amanda hadn't been like most girls he'd dated, and she'd been hesitant at first to meet the other greasers, and was especially scared of Dallas Winston. Dally had just laughed and pulled her hair slightly and told her she was a cute kid...Two Bit frowned as the image of Dallas came into his mind again and he couldn't shake it. His mind wandered back to the first time he'd met Dally.
Two Bit had been around ten at the time, and heard of Dallas Winston of course, there wasn't a greaser around who hadn't, but he had never seen him. Planning on stealing some beer and cigarettes to last him through the next few days, Two Bit had walked into the store, and noticed a tall, arrogant looking boy leaning against the door frame a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and his hand in his pocket, fumbling for the lighter, a cold hard look in his eyes. Of course, there was no doubt in his mind who this was, it was the Dallas Winston, and even Two Bit Matthews, who was usually unshakeable, too a step back and gulped. There was something about the way he held himself, that showed off his cocky, arrogant nature and just challenged anyone to come up and make him mad. Clearing his throat, he had started into the store, pushing past Dallas Winston, who watched him, his eyes boring holes into the back of Two Bit's blue Mickey Mouse shirt. This was the only time Two Bit had ever been nervous before when stealing, and under Dally's watchful gaze, he managed to steal the pocket knife, (which unknown to him at the time, would help bring upon Dallas Winston's death, in an indirectly way), two packs of cigarettes, and a six pack of beer. He headed out the door nonchalantly and was walking down the street, when he felt someone behind him and he turned to see Dally. "You've got talent," he said taking a puff of his cigarette, "What do you do around here for fun besides steal from innocent store owners?" he smirked, and took one of the beers out of Two Bit's hands, and watched him. "Well just don't be silent." he said pulling out a bottle opener and opening it, taking a long sip. "Where do you greasers do around her for fun?" There was nothing disrespectful about the way he said "greasers" and from that day on, Dally had become one of Two Bit's best friends.
...And then there was Johnny. Two Bit couldn't think of Dally without thinking of Johnny, and he got choked up. Johnny had been the "kicked dog" of the group, always afraid, always looked like he was going to jump out of his skin. And yet, he'd been their favorite. The small boy who looked no older than 14 at most, with his sad eyes and jumpy manner, soft tone of voice, and different ideals had been the center point of the group, and it was ironic that the two most different members of the tight clique where the most respected, and loved. No one messed around with Johnny, without messing with Dally, and more than once they were reminded of that. Johnny, being the "soc target" of the group, quickly earned himself a brotherhood of protectors and friends. Two Bit's mind wandered to the last rumble they'd had, the one that they won for Johnny, the one that was supposed to make everything better, only it didn't. Trying to get rid of his memories, Two Bit stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed another beer, popping it open and chugging it down, and right before he passed out, the last thing he saw were Dally and Johnny's faces.