Notes: This is a Johnny Cade fic that involves some OCs. If you do not enjoy fictions with OCs I advise you to turn back now. This will be in Johnny's POV. Please review! Can you trun my black rose red. Rewritten and edit copy.

Summary: What if Johnny's parents weren't his real parents? And he has another family out there … Read my story to find out what happens!

Can you Turn my Black Rose Red

Chapter One: Familiar Faces

Many days went by and I stayed unnoticed from my mother and father. Sometimes late at night I would take a walk through the park and see a woman and man with black hair and tan skin … They looked like me. But then I'd wake up and realize it was all a dream. At times I often wished the dream were true, that I had a real family that loved me. I know that the gang loves me, but it can't really compare to having love from your folks. The only time I really ever felt love from parents was in my dreams.

I was walking down the streets one day with Ponyboy and Meg, his twin sister as well as my girlfriend. After a while I left to go home. Pony and Meg said I could come to their home with them, but I had too much on my mind so I went on to my own house.

As I entered my house no one noticed me enter so I walked on up to the attic. I sometimes hid up there when my dad was really drunk and wouldn't let me out of the house. He has never found me up here. I walked over to an old looking box filled with newspaper. I looked at the date on one of the old, fading newspapers and read the headline, "Missing baby Found to be Dead" … The date read June 13th, 1950. I blinked and looked back down at the paper. 1950 was the year of MY birth.

I skimmed back through the article and read out loud, "On June 13th Maryann and Richard Cade lost their baby son, Jonathan Cade, also called Johnny. He was kidnapped just a week ago and is now suspected to be dead by the local police forces. The young parents are heartbroken about the loss of their baby son. Their other children, Alexander (4) and Jade Cade (3) are all the Cades have left."

I couldn't finish reading the rest because the paper was smudged with black ink like someone didn't want the rest to be read. I was now deeply confused. Who were Maryann and Richard Cade? And the children … Alexander and Jade? And who was the missing baby? And why in the world did he have my name? Thoughts filled by head as I fell asleep in the attic that night.

I woke the next morning still holding the old yellowing newspaper. I glanced out the window of the attic to see three teens with black hair and tan skin. They were laughing and smiling together. They looked like they had not a care in the world, unlike me. There was a girl of about 18, a boy who looked 19, and a smaller girl, she looked about Pony and Meg's age. I watched them walk away and over the hill, still laughing together. I quickly ran out of my house and followed them.

They were headed to where the Socs lived on the other side of town. I felt scared but this didn't stop me from following them. The three kids went into a huge house where Socs must live.

I slowly walked by their house, trying to get a good look inside. I saw nothing so I started to slowly make my way back home when I heard voices.

"Hey, Greaser!" the voice from behind me called. My mind flooded with fear and I took off running. I knew right from the start the voice belonged to a Soc. I could hear the footsteps behind me.

"What are you running from, Greaser?" The Soc yelled. I could hear other footsteps join in the chase and I knew they must be his friends. My heart pounded faster and faster in my chest. For a split second I figured I might be able to outrun them. However, just my luck, I tripped over the root of a tree and fell face down onto some grass. I could feel a cut on my lip. I made an attempt to get up but my ankle hurt so badly I fell back onto the grass. I tried crawling but the Socs caught up with me, and formed a circle around me.

"Hey, Greaser!" a fellow Greaser with brown hair said to me as he smiled. Something told me this wasn't going to end well. I closed my eyes and laid there, as helpless as the day I was born.

I felt one of them holding me as a second one punched me in the stomach and face. I winced in pain. I didn't even try to call for help, I knew that Pony, Meg, or any of the gang would ever be able to hear me. I was the only freaking Greaser dumb and worthless enough to be down here. I groaned as I felt another punch to my face.

"S-top …" I moaned out. This only made them laugh. I heard more footsteps of someone approaching us.

"Hey, leave the kid alone!" I could hear someone yell.

'Was that Dally?' I thought. I hoped to God it was. He would be able to save me. I opened my eyes for a split second and saw the 19 year old from this morning. His jet black hair fell over his eyes slightly and went to his chin. I looked up at him as the Socs dropped me. But before I could even say a word my world went black.

That's it for chapter one! Review please! Tia