A/N: Here's another Outsiders songfic! This one's to "Golden" by Fall Out Boy. Beautiful song. By the way, this is a sequel to "Camisado." R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders (that's S.E. Hinton) or "Golden" (that's Fall Out Boy.)
How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
'Stay gold.' What the hell did that even mean? I shouldn't be thinking of this. It all goes back to Johnny. He's dead. He can't be dead.
Running through the streets was the only way I kept from exploding. Hearing my feet pound on the pavement was the only way to keep my cool. Johnny's dead. He's really dead. And nobody would know how I felt about him. I loved him like a brother. He was the brother I never had. Nobody would ever find out…I'd never let it slip out, never let anyone get it out of me…and there's only one way to make sure that it never happens…
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
I flipped through the magazines on display and tossed them onto the floor, then stepped on them, ripping them, and kicked them across the linoleum floor.
"Hey, you've got to pay for those," the cashier said. I silently went up to the register and he repeated himself.
I fingered the heater in my pocket. Johnny's dead.
"Give me all your money."
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
I heard gunshots behind me while I was running out of the store. I found a pay phone near an abandoned street corner and called Darry and told him what I'd done, and to come to the lot.
I hung up and ran towards the lot, sirens getting louder with every step I took.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Nobody would ever know how I'd felt. Nobody would ever find out. I wanted this to be over. I didn't want to be here. Johnny was dead. I'd loved him; I'd cared about him. That just shows why you shouldn't let yourself feel that way.
I held up my heater and knew what was coming. The bullets were stabbing into my chest. This is what I wanted.
I felt myself hit the ground, then saw a brilliant flash of golden light.
And pray they don't grow up to be...