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Johnny's Point of View

I was being chased through the field, but instead of seeing the streets the field just kept going. The car was chasing me, but I didn't notice until it was to late.

"Greaser!" They screamed. "No one loves you! Die!" The Socials hollered and I could feel myself choking on tears. They were right. If I died tomorrow no one would know. Someone one was screaming and I thought that it might have been myself but there was no way to be sure. I ran faster, until the car sped right next to me whipping my hair into my eyes. Then I fell. Onto my face and everything got darker.

"Johnny!" I heard someone say. My eyes snapped open and I pushed myself to the farther end of the couch. It was night. Had I honestly just slept the whole day/

"Don't touch me!" I said weakly and the person threw their hands in the air, I could tell, even though my eyes hurt and my vision had still not yet been restored fully. I looked around the dark room and my eyes adjusted a little bit. I was at the Curtis's house. I had been jumped by the Socials last night. I think hard to try to figure out the rest. The dark makes me disoriented and I darken my mood. I remember the dream and I throw myself into whoever was sitting at the end of the couch. "Don't let them get me" I trail off, not really talking to anyone.

"None of us will." The voice comforted. "I promise" I wondered who was holding me and I didn't want to look up. I wanted to just sit here and cry. Was Dallas? No. I thought. He'd never. Wait, it was Dallas. I sobbed and even as Darry ran into the room Dally didn't let go of me. After a few minutes I looked up.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No reason to be, Johnny." Darry said and I nodded. Everything was going to be ok. I thought and stood up, but didn't realize how unsteady I was. Dallas reached out to steady me.

"Look out, dumb ass!" He exclaimed, roughly, but I could tell that thair was a bit of a edge of nerves in his voice. He really did care. "What do you think you're doing? Getting up like that? You'll hurt yourself!" My throat closed.

"I was going to-to-to-" I started but in all truth I had no idea where I was going. I just wanted to leave here. I felt like a baby for crying like that and I needed to be away from everyone, but I could tell Dallas was not about to go along with that idea..

"Want to go for a drive?" Dallas asked. I shook my head. He and Darry exchanged glances. "I think a drive is a good idea, kiddo. Come on." He said and helped me up. I was still unsteady when he half lead and half carried me to the car. I followed his lead. He opened the door and sat me down, buckling the seatbelt, and stuck the keys in the hole.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The field. We need to talk alone, buddy."

Dallas's Point of View:

I got in the car and Johnny got in the passenger seat. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. Me and Darry had talked about it and decided that I'd best be the one to give him the 'Your dad herd what happened and showed up here drunk as hell asking for you. No one would let him in and I don't want you in your drunken ass shitty parents house. They'll kill you.' Talk. Big whoop. I was thrilled. Not really. I drove into the field and stopped the car. Johnny was sitting there. Darry was an idiot for having me take him fro a drive. The kid could barley stand. I turned to Johnny.

"You feeling better, Johnnycakes?" I asked and Johnny shook his head. I didn't blame him. The kid looked like shit. The cuts on his arms were still fresh and the bandages I had wrapped them with were stained, crimson, with fresh blood. His face was going to scar, and mixed in with the bruises the cut stood out the most. I looked at Johnny and for a little moment I saw myself, sitting in the seat.

"Dally?" He asked, breaking my reverie.

"Yah, kiddo?"

"Are you ok?"

"Of course. It's you I'm worried about." I said and Johnny rolled his eyes.

"I care about you, Johnnycakes." I said and I thought about why I'd said it. I was Dallas Winston. I didn't care about anyone. Except Johnny Cade. I needed him to be ok. I didn't know why. It wasn't his age. I hated little kids and Darry's brother Pony drove me up the wall half the time. Stupid tag along who watches to many movies. It was the fact that he didn't have anyone either and I realized that he needed me to care. I guess I said it partially because I knew it was true and partially because I knew that Johnny liked to hear it.

"I know, Dally..." He said. I put an arm around him. It was getting dark.

"Kid, I care about you a lot and I need you to listen to me now." I said. I knew he would. It was no secret the kid practically worshiped the ground I walked on. Don't know why though. I'm trouble. Not the good kind.

"Course, Dally." He said and yawned. Don't know how he could be tiered. He slept the whole day.

"I'll get you back quick, because I don't dig this place either. Darry's idea. Not mine, kid." I said and Johnny smiled at me. "Johnnycakes, you can't go back home. I'll take you anywhere but home. You need to stay someone where else when you're like this." I said.

"Like what?"

"Hurt, Johnny. Your mom and dad'll tear you to bits."

"Dally, I need to go back. They're my parents."

"Johnny, come on!" I half yelled. "That don't excuse anything they do!" I screamed, my voice getting louder. Johnny looked down.

"Are you mad?" He asked me and I noticed him flinching away. Did he think I was going to hit him? I took a deep breath.

"Yes, I'm not going to lie, kid, I am, not at you, at everyone else. I mean look at what they did to you!" I exclaimed and he wouldn't look at me. I was acting stupid. "Johnny, come, on. I'd never hurt you." I said. He was still plastered to the car door. I touched his shoulder. "I'm just scared for you Johnnycake." I said and then realized what I had just done. Opened up to someone. No, no, no. This was very bad. You open up to people and you get hurt, but I could not stop. "I love you like a brother and if anything happens to you I don't know what I'd do. Just don't go home until your a little better. Do you swear?" I asked and Johnny nodded.

"How long?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Don't know, kiddo." I said. "I'll let Darry call that one." He nodded and leaned against my shoulder. I decided to say it quick like ripping off a band-aid. "Your dad showed up yesterday." Johnny looked up.

"He did? Was he worried?" Johnny asked. I'd kill Darry for making me do this. I'd rip him to ribbons.

"Johnny, he came to try to take you back." I snapped. "No one would let him and he told us he's get even."

"He didn't really care..."

"Kid, I don't want you near that bastard." I said and Johnny nodded. I sighed. "We need to get some stuff from your house." I said and we drove in silence. Johnny tried to open the door. I couldn't let him.

"I'll get it for you." I said. Johnny was NOT going in that hellhole. No way. No freaking way. I was not going to let that old bastard anywhere NEAR Johnny. Johnny looked pale and green when we got to the house. I stepped out of the car." You wait ere and don't move." I said and Johnny nodded. I picked the lock on the door easy and walked up to his room. I grabbed a green duffle bag and started to put clothing into it. I grabbed some of his stuff. He didn't own much other than clothing, though. I swore at the old bastard under his breath. After I packed the clothing I walked around the house a little. It occurred to me that I'd never really been to Johnny' house before. I'd met his dad (unfortunately) but I'd never seen his house. I was about to walk to the car when I recognized an ear piercing scream that froze my blood and made me stay stiller than stone. Johnny.