Hey people! If y'all agree with me and hate the fact that Dallas Winston died….then you've come to the right place! Also, for Johnny lovers like me (I still like Dally more), well he's alive to!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or any of its characters. They all belong to S.E. Hinton.

"Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold." Johnny whispered to me and lay his pale face down onto the pillow, closing his eyes.

"Johnny? J-Johnny answer me! No…" I whispered, waiting for an answer. I didn't get one.

I looked behind me at Dally who had turned completely pale. He ran to Johnny's side, "No, Johnny, no, don't die on me now. Please, kid, please!" He begged, tears rolling down his face for the first time since he was a baby. "No." I heard him say, "No!"

He brushed the hair away fron Johnny's eyes, "Never could keep that hair out of your eyes. That's what you get for helping people, you little punk..." Dally slowly turned. He leaned against the wall and pounded it. He breathed out one long breath then ran out of the room.

I looked back at Johnny's limp body and then realization hit me.

"Shit!" I shouted than took off, "Nurse! Doc! It's the kid…he looks something awful!"

Without a word the doctor and two nurses ran into Johnny's hospital room and started checking him over. After a couple minutes the doc relaxed his tensed muscles and sighed. Then he looked shocked.

He turned around and said, "The boy is just passed out, don't worry. Actually he's…doing better!"

I smiled wildly at the doctor and then stopped. Oh my God…Dally! He thinks Johnny's dead…dammit.

"I…gotta go."

Dally must have taken the car so I ran. I sprinted the whole way to my house. I ran through the open door. Sodapop, Darry, and Two-bit both turned to stare at me.

I continued to just stand there and breathe heavily until I got the energy to speak, "Is…Dally…here?"

"No, why, kid? Dally's probably robbing some store again…What else is that idiot ever up to?" Darry joked.

"Its Johnny."

The grins wiped from each of their faces and Soda grabbed my shoulders, "Pony, is he…is he?"

I shook my head vigorously and Soda looked confused.

"Then what is it little buddy?" Asked Darry.

"Its Dallas. He thinks Johnny's dead. He ran out of the hospital after almost passing out on the floor. What if he does something stupid and gets the Fuzz after him?"

"He can handle the cops." Soda said.

"I don't think Pony's worried about the cops. I think he means what if Dallas does something really stupid because he thinks Johnny's dead."

Soda then got what he meant, "No, Dally might be tough but he's not crazy!"

Just then the phone rang, "Pick it up!" Soda shouted. Darry nodded and grabbed the old phone on the counter.

"Dal! Where the hell are you?...Yeah...But…Wait no don't go…Dally! Dammit he hung up."

"What's up?" Two-bit asked.

"It was Dallas. He called from a booth...that blasted moron just robbed that big supermarket a few blocks from here. He's got the fuzz after him." Dally muttered, "He needs us to pick him up."

"Well let's get the hell out of here and go!" Two-bit roared.

Soda, Darry, Two-Bit and I nodded and ran out the door. I was still the fastest runner as we ran down the dark street. Our feet splattered in the rain and we got colder and colder. My lip was quivering by the time we reached the shop, but not from the cold. For some reason I was scared that something was going to happen to Dallas, and I had the worst feeling something would.

We skidded to a stop when we saw Dally run past us. He skidded to a hald under a street light and the police stood in a line across from him. Dally looked down and I thought I saw a small smile, I did. I held my breath and my screams inside me. I looked at the others and they looked like they were doing the same, all except Soda who was breathing fast. I looked back at Dallas who was now standing straight and had wiped away those few forbidden tears and the little half smile. He separated his legs a little so that he looked like some sort of super hero from a movie. But on the opposite, the dark shadows made him look like a villain. He was both. He reached into his pocket to grab his unloaded gun which he used as a bluff. He shakily pointed it at the cops and one of them whipped out his own gun and shot him.

Dally crumpled under the street light and fell to the ground almost…gracefully…