Chapter one.
The Light the shown in the streets were our only light source as we walked these streets. I wasn't scared, seeing as I wasn't alone. I had one of my best friends, Stitches, at my side. Neither of us talked. We just walked, seeing as walking is what we do best. When you're a greaser and the words fed to you since birth had to do with you had to do with the way your brain was wired, you got used to not doing so much.
"This is weird." I was looking across the park at the water fountain. It was hard to believe that only 3 days ago a murder took place here. You couldn't walk five feet in our small little town with out hearing their names; PonyBoy and Johnny. I mean, sure the mess was cleaned up, and sure all the rumors were the same deal, but it was still weird.
"Are you really going to do it?" Stitches asked suddenly looking at me. I didn't answer at First, I just kept gazing. "huh Mathew? You going do it?" I left out a deep sigh. I was giving a dare by no other than the fearless Dallas Winston to go to the crime scene. When I arrived I got to go touch the caution tape and bring a piece back. But after asking my brother, Cory, He said I minus well just shoot myself first. I didn't under stand why he said that at first, but I didn't question either.
"Course I am." I said and started my walk. I almost wished that I heard footsteps following behind me, but God was not with me. The walk wasn't to long, but man was it getting dark. Every crunch that the grass made almost made me jump out of my skin. When I finally made it up to the top, I looked back, and only 30 feet behind me stood stitches. I wasn't sure what to do, but all I knew was that I didn't want to be here any longer. I looked over the caution tape and almost wanted to scream. I wasn't sure whether it was my imagination, or whether it was there, but Is aw blood.
I jumped back, nearly tripping over my feet screaming and pointing at the ground. I wouldn't stop until I heard stitches yell, "Was it is?" I didn't know how to answer, so I just ran back, tapped stitches on the shoulder, and took off full speed to Tim's.
I wasn't too fast of a runner. In fact, I hated running. Anyone could probably beat me in a race, but at this point in time, I didn't care. I stopped about a block down the street. I was a slower runner and couldn't even run to far; just great eh?
"whatcha' see, man?" He asked gaping for breath as well. I continued walking while explaining what I saw, and man! I sounded insane!
After a long bit a silence, we made it to Tim's. The first person I saw was the fearless gang leader. Timothy James Shepard. A couch cushion over I saw Angela. It'd be a lie if I said I didn't like her. I have to admit, she sure is pretty, but Tim would kill me seeing as he heard the ways I treat girls.
"Hey Boys." Angela said with a smirk. "What's wrong with Mathew? Looks like he scene a ghost." I half laughed before answering.
"Yeah, something like that."
"What are you doing out so late anways?" Tim asked pushing down the foot rest extension of the couch so he could stand.
What was I supposed to say?
"Man! You wouldn't believe it! Dallas, you know! The one your fighting with? Yeah! Him! He dared me to go to the crime scene and get some tape. I saw some blood, and shot back here!"
I didn't answer for a short period. When I didn't, Tim just rolled him eyes and walked to the door.
"I'll be at the Dingo." With that, he was gone.
I heard stitches Laugh beside me.
"Well?"She asked, sitting up. "Care the explain?"
Me and stitches looked at each other for a short moment, before he told her some thing you never tell girls.
"None of your business."
Angela look mighty mad, so with that I left.
To the Dingo.