Lostwriterforlife: NOOOO! (Runs around searching)

Two-Bit: Hey Lost! What's wrong? Pants on fire?

Lost: NOT FUNNY TWO-BIT! I lost what I had already written for my next Outsiders story. I can't find it anywhere and I wanted to work on it a little today. And I think I have Bob's description wrong.

Soda: Don't worry! You probably placed it in one of your school books and forgot and who cares about Bob?

Lost: Maybe….I dunno, I'll look more after I type up this part of the story and I care! He's vital to the story!

Soda: Yeah, we're gonna go…we don't like this part.

Lost: What? But, then who is going to keep me stable as I write this so I actually get it out today?

Tim: I'll stay.

Lost: (Bewildered) When the hell did you get here.

Tim: I think about 5 days ago when you wrote about-

Lost: Hush! Don't tell them! Okay, well then on to the story! Oh yeah, and I don't own any of the guys even though I want Johnny and Pony. At least they came by last chapter! They didn't want to stay for this one so, I left them to go play football with the others in my back yard.

A week passed and I saw Johnny with his gang a lot. I never approached them. I was too scared. I didn't know how any of them would react and I like to be alone. Sure, Johnny told me I would fit in great but, I didn't really take him seriously. When I finally saw him alone again, he was in the park, bandages cover part of his face.

"Johnny?" I asked as I approached. He jumped a little from the bench he was sitting on but, relaxed when he saw it was just me.

"Johnny, what happened to ya?" I asked. He took a deep breath and slowly told me. He had been alone in the lot, hunting the football to practices his kicks when a blue mustang pulled up. They beat him up mighty badly. One of 'em wore a bunch of rings. The boys also threatened Johnny with everything under the sun. It scared him real bad

I held Johnny close long into the night as he cried. Johnny told me his old man belted him a lot and I knew he wouldn't cry over nothing. We hung out for two days straight

It was a Saturday in mid-July when I met Bob Sheldon. My mom had met Mrs. Sheldon and dragged me over to there house one day for tea. They had a real nice Socy house, with a blue Mustang and a red Cadillac in the driveway. I didn't think much of the car. I was wearing my dress up pants and a long sleeve blouse rolled up to mid-forearm considering they were Socs and all

"Nancy! Darling, how are you? I'd like you to met my daughter, Josephine." My mom exclaimed after Mrs. Sheldon answered the door.

"Aww, she's just darling! How old are you?" she asked, shaking my hand, though hesitantly.

"I'm almost 14, ma'am, and please call me Jo." I responded politely.

"Well, I'll just call my boy down and you two and talk. Robert!" she shouted up the stairs. Down came a good lookin' boy of about 18. He had black hair, blue gray eyes, and was a little over 6 feet tall. When I saw the rings on his right hand, my eyes widened and I had begun to unnoticeably tremble. Johnny was cut up by a bunch of rings. I swallowed my fear as best I could.

"Yes, ma?" he asked, standing next to her.

"I want you to meet Mrs. Gliden and her daughter Jo." Both my mom and I smiled at him and shook his hand. "Please take JO to the patio while her mom and I talk." Mrs. Sheldon asked. I think she was really scared of me being in her home.

We sat out there and didn't say a word. We both knew we were different. A boy, a friend of his I had guessed, then walked in from the back fence. He was a right mess.

"Randy!" Bob exclaimed. He rushed down to catch his friend before he fell over. They both slowly walked up and Bob sat Randy down in his chair. I surveyed the damage. It looked like a black eye, busted lip, bruised/broken ribs, a cut on his forehead and he seemed to have twisted his ankle. "It was those damn greasers, Tom's guys."

"Robert," I began, "get ice, bandages, rubbing alcohol, and some aspirin." He looked at me strange but did it anyway. I carefully bandaged Randy up. I had taken a first aid class a couple towns back in case something like this happened. When I was done my mom and I left.

Two days later, I was back at his house on the patio wearing the same general clothes as before. "How's your friend?" I asked politely.

"He's gonna be fine. Nothing busted and you bandaged him real well." We slowly started a conversation from that and began to joke around and laugh.

"Bye Bert! I said as I was about to head home.

"Bert?" he questioned.

"Yeah, Bert." I replied smiling. I forgot to mention, I like to give nicknames to anyone I become friends with. I don't know why, I just do. It was just about 4 so, I decided to head over to the lot. I hadn't gone home to change and nearly got jumped. I had just entered the lot when a hand came down on my shoulder. My face paled as I turned to see one of Johnny's boys, Dallas Winston.

"What are ya doin' here, Soc?" he questioned, flickin' away his cigarette. I stayed silent hoping he wouldn't beat me up. Then I thought, 'This is Dallas Winston. Of course he's gonna beat me up.' and bolted across the lot. I didn't get to far again afore he tackled me. He slugged me across the face and punched me a few more times before someone pulled him up. When my vision cleared, I saw it was Johnny.

"Pup!" I shouted jumping up and tackling him, as I used my nickname for him. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" He chuckled as Dally just stood there confused.

"Johnny, you know this guy?" he asked.

"Yeah, this is Jo. She's a good kid and buddy of mine."

"Wait, SHE! And just how long have you known her?"

"Yeah she, and we met 'bout a month ago. I just moved here, got lost, and he showed me home." I replied

Johnny and I then started a conversation as Dally stared as Johnny. He was telling me something Soda did and was talking a mile a minute. I have that affect on people.

"Gees, girl, if you can get Johnnycakes to talk like that, you're okay in my book"

"Ha! Wait until you see me fight. I used to take down tons of guys in my old town when they jumped me. He raised his eyebrows at that. I hadn't tried to hurt him now had I? Hey, I don't hurt a buddy of a buddy! Sides, Johnny would a murdered me on the spotted if he found out I was the one that stomped Dally down to size.

Lost: Opps! I just realized that in the last chapter I said the ages ranged from 13 to 10! I meant to say 13 to 20. Also, I hope I got Bob's description right. I have no idea. It took me so long to write this too! I stopped so often cause I just didn't like the beginning at al. I finished quickly as soon as I got passed it though. Thanks for the help Tim!

Tim: Any time doll. Gotta go check on the gang.

Lost: Okay, BYE! And don't call me doll! Oh, review/comment and such I STILL NEED TO KNOW IF DALLY AND JOHNNY SHOULD DIE OR NOT! Buh-bye!