Hello! This is the story I made that was supposed to be kind of a re-written version of Numb. Um...It uses the same characters and I got it from the same place... I'm sorry for not making it into a song again (I'm sorry I'm that lazy). I'm really sorry if it's bad, or inaccurate to the time period.

This takes place after Ponyboy and Johnny board the train to get to Windrixville. I know they do some dumb actions, but it was in the original plot.

I do not own the Outsiders...

"Ponyboy, Ponyboy wake up!"

I felt a hand shake me gently.

"Pony, we missed our stop."

I tried to get the words through my sleepy head. We missed our stop... we missed our stop... "We didn't get off at Windrixville?" I asked sleepily.

"No. I'm sorry Pony," Johnny apologized, "I fell asleep, and then I heard the whistle..."

We got out of the boxcar we snuck into, and jumped onto the ground. The train I read the sign. 'STILLWATER TRAIN STATION' it read.

"Johnny..." I said slowly. "Johnny, where are we?"

"Stillwater?" he guessed. I looked at him, and his eyes were wide. "How do we go back?"

That was a good question. It was too late to answer, as we saw the train speed away from us. I turned in a circle and looked around. We were in the city, with it's large lights and tall buildings. It sorta floored me, with such tall buildings; I wondered how it was possible to see the sunset. I felt a tug on my arm.

"Come on Pony," Johnny said, "M-maybe we could call Dally on a payphone."
I followed him, and the city was sure different then our town. It was crowded, with people roughly pushing past us. I looked up at the darkening sky. How long have we been asleep? A few girls gave us funny looks.

"We sure don't look like city kids," I muttered.

"No..." Johnny replied. "Do you see a pay phone anywhere?"

"No." We were standing back to back, as if someone was going to attack us if we didn't. "Did Dally give you any change?" I asked.

"No," he said a little sheepishly. He looked around. "We should find a place to stay."

"Yeah." But where? We looked around and I saw a motel called 'Le Chambre.' "We could stay there," I said, pointing to it. By the looks of it, though, it looked a lot like those cheap motels Dally said he stayed in in New York. He said that they weren't all that great, and I was a bit skittish about going there, but we had no other place to go.

It was a run-down motel too, with the lights blinking outta sync with each other. When we got it, it seemed exactly like how Dally described them. Shabby wallpaper, with a shady guy behind the counter. We approached him slowly.

"May I help you?" he asked curtly.

"Um... Can you give us a room?" Johnny asked.

"Sure, that'll be twenty bucks."

Johnny gave him the money, and the man gave us the key. "Room 407, second story."

"Thanks."

We walked up the stair to the second story, and opened the door our room. There was only one bed with a broken down television on the opposite side of it. I walked around the cramped space and opened the door to the bathroom. Johnny stretched his arm around me, and we both fell asleep. It didn't matter that the bed smelled like rotting meat, or that the door was open.

"It's your own fault!"

"Get the hell outta here!"

The sound of screaming woke me up with a start. I've heard that kind of screaming before, when I was at Johnny's house. At first, I thought I was back home, and I was at his house. I sat up a bit and looked around. But, Johnny wasn't here.

"Johnny?" I asked the empty room. I stood and went to the bathroom, I knocked, and it opened. He wasn't there either.

I looked at the door, and it was closed. I know it was open when we fell asleep. Oh, God, what if someone came in here and kidnapped him? But he had his switchblade...but small, thin Johnny facing big, mean men....

I saw the window, and tried to open it, but it was stuckfast. I peered through it, and tried to see if anyone was forcing him into their car or something. There was no one, I sighed and glanced over at the television, and someone had stuck a note there written on toilet paper. The crooked handwriting read:

Went to get supplies. Be back soon.
 J.C.

He was just getting supplies... I hope. My imagination liked to do this, run off with me, but somehow I believe it.

I went inside the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messed up, so I ran a comb through it. There I was, dressed in a hoodlum's jacket and a shirt a million sizes too big.

"Ponyboy? Are you here?"

I opened the bathroom door and saw him standing in the doorway, with a sack full of supplies.

"Hi Ponyboy," he said.

"Hey Johnny," I said, as he plopped the supplies onto the table. "So, wha'd ya get?"

"Well--"

He was cut off by the screams of the fighting couple from across the hall. He looked out the door, wide-eyed, like in his own home.

A woman was pushed into the room with us.

"Are you okay?" we asked her, trying to help her up. She roughly pushed us away, and we saw a man with a knife slowly advancing towards us.

"If you boys had any sense," he said, waving the knife within inches of us, "You'd get outta here. I wouldn't like to kill a couple kids."

I stared at the knife, and one thing seemed clear to me.

To grab Johnny and the woman and high tail it outta there.