Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. If I did, Johnny would still be alive. Stay Gold…
This is my first fic, flame if you want. :3
This takes place about 2 years before the outsiders. So, ages:
Ponyboy- 12
Johnny- 14
Dally- 16
Sodapop- 14 going on 15
Darry- 18
Two-bit- 16 going on 17
Steve- 15
Ponyboy and Johnny were walking to the Curtis home from school. Ponyboy had been telling Johnny about a book he recently finished when a hand came down on each of their shoulders. They both stopped walking, and slowly turned their heads to see the person who snuck up on them. Johnny was already getting pale.
"Glory, Two-Bit! What's wrong with you?!" Ponyboy yelled, seeing his scatterbrained friend with a broad grin on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong, Johnny?" Two-bit asked the newest member of their gang.
"You scared me." Johnny said, barley audible.
"Sorry, Johnnycake." Two-bit said, patting Johnny on the head.
"Johnnycake?" Ponyboy asked, reading Johnny's mind.
"It's some fruit in Jamaica or something."
Both boys nodded and continued walking. Two-bit started walking with them.
"You boys headed home?"
"Yeah." Ponyboy answered. Johnny mearly nodded.
Two-bit noticed this and decided he would do whatever he could to get Johhny to say more that one word.
"So, Johnny. I havnt gotten to know you much. Where are ya from?"
"Here." Johnny uttered.
Okay. That didn't work, Two-bit thought, Luckily, I have a bezilion questions!
"How old are you, 12?" Two-bit asked.
Johnny's face showed annoyance, but it was gone before anyone could notice, "Fourteen."
"No way!" Two-bit shouted, not catching the irritation in Johnny's voice, "Ponyboy's taller than you, an' he's twelve!"
Johnny slightly sighed and lowered his shoulders in a slouch, So I'm short. Who cares?
"How are your folks?" Though two-bit didn't realize it, this question hit Johnny like a mallet. Johnny stopped walking. He lowered his head and his bangs covered his eyes. Without saying a thing, Johnny sped off toward the vacant lot.
"Wait, where ya goin'?" Two-bit asked, "Was it something I said?"
Even though Johnny wasn't very fast, he lost Two-bit and Ponyboy easily because he had about a 20 second head start while Ponybot yelled at Two-bit.
He reached the vacant lot and stopped, he sat down and tried to catch his breath. He sat there, panting, and a group of 5 highschool socs came up to him. He stopped panting. He stood up and hooked his thumbs in his pockets while slouching.
"You're outta your territory." He managed, keeping a strait face.
"Oh, no, boys! We're outta our territory! This little kid's gonna make us go back!" The biggest one told his pack in fake panic.
"You better watch it," Johnny told them, "There are greasers everywhere."
"You better watch it, grease." The soc said, pushing Johnny.
Man, I'm in trouble. I don't gotta switchblade with me. I hope they don't gotta heater, Johnny thought. It was too late to run, but maybe…
The big soc had a toothy grin and was looking down at Johnny, who spun on his heel and sped off, not as fast as he could; he was still tired from earlier.
It took less than a minute for the socs to catch him, and they had him down in a second. One of them punched him in the face, another in the stomach, knocking all the air from him. He tried to fight back, but got punched a few times in return.
Slightly concious, he heard an unfamiliar voice, "Get offa 'im!"
The socs left Johnny and took off running. Johnny got up and brushed himself off, "Thanks." He said, then turned to face the kid that helped him. It was the roughest grease in town, the one who got arrested at the age of ten, Dallas Winston.
Dallas was slightly glaring at Johnny, "What were they doing on our turf?"
"I-I don't know."
"Aint you gotta gang? You're always gonna get jumped by yourself." Dallas said, not realizing that Johnny was scared out of his wits just talking to him.
He was silent fo a moment, then, "Yeah, but…"
"But what?"
"Nothing."
"Well, they're probably waiting for ya, kid."
Johnny nodded and walked away, amazed that Dallas hadn't tried to jump him.
"Was it something I said?" Two bit yelled after Johnny.
"What'd ya tell him?!" Ponyboy, who was spacing out for a while, yelled at his friend.
"I just asked how his folks were, why?"
"C'mon, lets make sure he don't get in trouble!" Ponyboy yelled, speeding off in the direction Johnny went.
"Wait! You're on track! I smoke a pack a day!" Two-bit yelled, running after him.
Two-bit and Ponyboy arrived just in time to see Johnny talking to Dallas Winston. They stopped running and froze. Their hearts nearly stopped when they saw Johnny walking away, with a few bruises and a busted lip.
"Oh, my god." Two-bit muttered, then ran to Johnny. Ponyboy followed.
"What on earth did that kid do to ya?" Two-bit said when he reached Johnny.
"Nutihn'."
"Are you okay?" Ponyboy asked. Johnny nodded.
"Nuthin'?! You cain't tell me that's nuthin! What the hell did Dallas Winston do to ya?" Two-bit yelled, scaring Johnny.
"…"
"Please tell us, Johnny." Ponyboy said.
"…Five big socs came…" That's all Johnny had to say for them to know.
"Who'da thought the day'd come when Dallas was savin' kids 'stedda beatin' 'em up." Two-bit said.
What do you think? It sucks. Right? :(
