My first fic. Whoopee. I wanted my first fic to be this JohnnyOC fic I'm working on, but this came out while I was trying to fall asleep last night. So read on. BTW, no slash. When I say 'love', I don't mean in the 'I-wanna-shove-my-tongue-down-your-throat' way. Just the 'You-mean-a-whole-lot-to-me' way. It bounces back between Pony's thoughts and what's going on in the real world.

Disclaimer: The only things I own are my computer, my imagination, and my toe socks. The Outsiders belongs to the great S.E. Hinton.

Heart of Glass

It's a lazy summer afternoon, and I'm home alone, watching some stupid soap with overly made-up actresses andactors with fake European accents. Darry and Soda are at work, and Two-Bit's probably lying drunk in a gutter.

I go to the kitchen to get a drink, as some relief to the intense July heat. Last time I checked, it was 102 degrees.

My mind falters for a split second, and I drop the glass that I was holding. Carefully, I try to pick up the pieces, but I still get cuts all over my hands. Blood seeps out of the cuts, and it reminds me of all that has happened these past three months.

Too much blood has been shed. Dally's dead. Johnny's dead.

The broken pieces of glass lay on the counter, and I look at them, wondering what do to. They can never be put back together again, so it wouldn't be useful to keep them.

The pieces. Just like Dally's heart.

I never really understood Johnny's obsession with Dally. To me, Dally was just another punk, living life without a purpose. He put up this cold facade, eluding us from thinking that he had a heart.

But Johnny's death proved us wrong.

Dally loved Johnny.

I sink to the floor, feeling the tears in me, but I won't let them out. I only sit and stare at the linoleum tiles. Thinking about Johnny and Dally always brings me pain.

Johnny was his everything. Everything he wasn't, everything he wished he was. Even if Johnny was a coward, at least he had the eyes of a child.

Johnny was the white in his world of blues and blacks and reds. Johnny saw as much darkness in the world as Dally did, maybe even more. But he was still an innocent. Dally would go to the ends of the world to save Johnny's innocence. He didn't want Johnny to end up like he did, cold and uncaring.

Johnny was the fall that broke his heart into millions of pieces that could never be put back together again.

I hear someone calling my name, but I can't tell where it's coming from. It seems so distant.

I hear my name again, and this time it sounds like it's coming closer. I look up and see Two-Bit, disproving my theory.

"What the hell are you doing?" Two- Bit asks. My mouth is parched, reminding me why I was in the kitchen to begin with. I don't answer him, but he isn't really expecting one. "Why are you bleeding? C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

For once, Two-Bit is being. . .responsible. Next thing you know, he'll be cleaning his house and cooking healthy meals.

He drags me to my feet and to the bathroom. "Where the hell is the first aid kit?"

"Behind the mirror."

He rinses the dried-up blood off my palms, and tapes them up with gauze.

"I'm gonna get somethin' to drink. Want anything?"

"Just water. Thanks, Two-Bit."

"No prob, kid."

Everyone mourned after Johnny's death, especially me. For the first few months, I couldn't eat, sleep, or think. I thought of killing myself, but I wouldn't go through with it, because I at least had Soda and Darry. Dally had nobody. Johnny was the only light in his world. And once the light was gone, Dally was overcome by the darkness.

Dally did have a heart. Too bad it was a heart of glass.

A/N: Um. Yeah, I know it blows. Just tell me if you liked (or didn't like) it. No flames, please. They shall be put out with my water gun. And if it confused you, you're probably not alone.