Chapter 1: Ponyboy's P.O.V. (written by Retro Soul)

The voices.

The music.

The smog of smoke,

And the stench of alcohol.

It was all worldly and all unfamiliar to us. "C'mon, guys. It'll be fun." were the words a friend of Johnny's and mine had coaxed us the last period of the day just as we were heading for home. Johnny and I exchanged glances, we had never been to a high school party. Or invited to one, for that matter. So we leapt at the opportunity.

"Are you sure about this, Pony?" Darry had asked, being over-protective as usual.

"Of course I am! We're pretty good friends!" I had replied, pushing to be able to go. However, that was stretching the truth quite a bit. Christopher, who had invited us to the party, was only in one of my classes and was a middle classer. Going to his party would just be asking for trouble. I suppose when you want something that bad, you don't think of the consequence.

Staying huddled together, surrounded by drunken greasers and the odd middle classer, Johnny and I forced a smile at each other. When Christopher threw a party he threw caution to the wind about who came in. As long as they were having a good time.

"Having a good time?" I shouted over the music at him, the cold drink that Christopher poured for me sat untouched in my hand as did Johnny's. He pasted on a smile, trying to fool me.

"Of course! Are you?" he shouted back at me. Rowdiness from the other side of the room started to drown out his small voice.

"Huh?"

"I said, are you-"

"FUCKING IDOIT!" a roared growl was spat, cutting off Johnny as a body was thrown across the room, collapsing on top of him.

"Johnny!" I exclaimed, pulling him out from under the guy on top of him. Stumbling to his feet, Johnny then bent over to help the other guy up.

"Hey, man, are you alright?" His calm, helping voice soon turned into a high pitched shriek as he dropped the guy's body.

"What?" I asked desperately. Johnny said nothing but pointed to the man, his hand trembling. Blood was stained down the guy's shirt, his neck seemingly slit and his eyes wide open.

"Holy shit," my voice quivered, as I placed a hand on Johnny's shoulder for support.

"You killed him, man!" a drunken voice called out from the now silenced congregation of teenagers who had their eyes planted on us. My eyes widened, still unable to comprehend the situation.

"No I didn't!" Johnny shrilled, apprehensive and anxious.

And that's when the police sirens sounded.

I apologize if this chapter is short, it is somewhat of a prologue. Me and my friend Seth are writing this story together, he will write the next chapter in Johnny's P.O.V. Please review and tell us if we should continue!