Missing part of novel

A/N- Basically, it's a school project. The assignment was to write a 'missing part of the novel'; something that was mentioned, but we never actually saw. Enjoy! :)

Dally was resting in an empty bedroom at Buck's, trying to catch up on his sleep after worrying about Johnny and Ponyboy all night. He wasn't about to admit it aloud, but he really was worried about the two. Those two kids sure managed to get in a heap of trouble, he thought.
A knock at the front door of the house jerked him out of his half asleep stage, and he swore violently. He got up, stretched, and stomped over to the door, still swearing under his breath. Just when he'd been able to get some rest…

Dally threw the door open, and came face to face with Sodapop, who was breathing heavily. Soda was wearing a pair of worn jeans and a blue shirt, and his hair was slicked back in the style favored by the Greasers. "Whatta ya want?" he asked, not in the mood for Soda's joking around.

Soda shrugged. "Steve says he left his keys here, and I offered to run over and grab 'em for him. Wasn't doing much anyways." He took a closer look at Dally. "Golly, you look terrible!" Dally raised a hand to his cheek and felt the stubble there. He should probably do something about that, he thought absently.

"I'm fine,' he said curtly. "Grab the keys then."

Soda shrugged again, and stepped inside. "Steve said that he thought he'd left them in the bedroom." He ran off, and Dally sighed. He'd really needed some shut-eye, but since he was already up, he decided he was staying that way. No point in going back to bed now, he thought.

Dally wandered into the kitchen, stretching again, to grab a bite to eat. He opened the icebox, and found nothing. Well, nothing edible. There was something green in the back corner that he remembered had been there a few weeks ago. He wasn't about to touch that without a ten foot pole. "What do I have to do to get somethin' to eat in this — place?" He asked the empty room, swearing again. He rummaged around in the cupboards and, finding nothing, returned to the front room to lounge on the chair.

"Dally? What the heck are you doing with Pony's sweater?" Soda yelled, and Dally cursed silently. He'd forgotten about that. It really had been a while since he'd done this sort of thing. — it all, he was going soft!

Soda strode into the room, holding out Ponyboy's sweatshirt at arm's length, seeing as it was still damp. Keeping a soaking wet sweater under the bed for a day or two didn't do nuthin' to help it dry. Soda looked questioningly at Dally.

"Huh. The kid must of came in here before he ran off."

"Oh…" Soda said, looking dejected. "I thought you might've known somethin'. I mean, you were here, right?"

Dally cursed silently. Again. "I've no idea where they are. Haven't seen them since they messed up my chances with that good looking broad. Speaking of which," he added, trying to throw Soda off the trail, "Johnny owes me, when he's back."

"Well," Soda said, breaking the silence that followed. "I'm headin' out." He held up a hand to show the recently found keys. Soda turned, and walked slowly to the door. Dally watched him go. He almost felt bad lying to Soda, but it was for his own good. The fuzz couldn't haul him in if he didn't know anythin'. This way, it was only him that got in trouble. Dally was used to being in trouble; Soda wasn't. Soda wouldn't last long in a reformatory. The kids there were hoods and JDs.

Lost in his thoughts as he was, Dally didn't notice Soda reach into his back pocket, and pull out a folded piece of paper. He also didn't notice Soda face him again and walk back to stand in front of him.

In fact, he was only broken out of his musings when Soda thrust the paper in front of his face and said, "Give this to Ponyboy, will ya?"