All I Need And More

Disclaimer: -sigh- No, I do not own The Outsiders or any characters.

[A/N : Hey hey!! . Thank you stereochick, Maddiecake, and SkeledogLover [again! for reviewing. This chappy took longer to write than chapters 1 && 2. I got writers block a lot in it -- haha.

Chapter One

Hero

Dally's POV

"Johnny, wait!" I hollered after him. I was tempted to chase him but I didn't want to scare the kid anymore than I already had. Dammit, I thought, you really fucked up now, idiot. What the hell were you thinking?! The answer was I hadn't been thinking, at all. I wasn't even aware of my hand going up to his face and stroking his cheek softly. I hadn't noticed until I heard Johnny say "I gotta go! Sorry Dal!" And run off.

Once he disappeared around a corner, I leaned up against the building I was standing next to. I decided to light another cig and be more careful with this one. My thoughts screamed at me to go find Johnny and tell him I didn't know what I was doing. But he probly won't care! You just screwed up big time, and there's nothing you can do about it!! Dumbass.

I let myself slide down the building and sit on the sidewalk, still smoking my cig.

Johnny hates you. He knows your secret and he hates you for it. You shoulda been thinking. You need to start using your head. This never woulda happened if you hadn't screwed up and did that! IDIOT! My mind screamed at me. I took another drag of my cigarrette, but I quickly put it out. It was still raining, and -whaddayaknow- my cigarrette tasted like shit from the rain. I felt worse than ever. I felt like Ponyboy - not thinking and all. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. Could this day get any worse??! I learned something about that phrase. Never ever say or think it, because somehow, it always ends up that something gets worse when ya do.

A blue Mustang pulled up and parked in front of me by the sidewalk even though there was a "NO PARKING" sign right in front of it. About 4 Socs came out of the vehicle. Oh greaaat...I thought. Gotta deal with dumbasses now. Yayyy...

"Aw, look at the dirty little greaser sitting in the rain!" One of them mocked, sounding all sad and shit. "Whatcha gonna do, greaser, cry??"

I thought those shits knew better to mess with me but apperently I was wrong. Maybe it was because I looked so pathetic then - a wet cigarrette next to me, tangled hair, a burn on my hand. I shook my head and started to get up, deciding I didn't wanna fool with those dumbasses.

"Yeah go cry greaser! Boo hoo wah wah!" They called from behind me. "Isn't that Dallas Winston? That 'tough guy'? Haha! Not so tough now, are ya' Dally?" That pissed me off, but I decided to ignore it. Don't let it get to ya. They're just pathetic little boys... "Dallas Winston is a whimp! A pathetic, greasy little whimp!" I got fed up with it - nobody was gonna ruin my rep.

Only complete dumbasses called me a whimp. Last time someone called me a whimp, I beat their face in. In fact, everytime someone called me a whimp, even if they were just kidding around, I hit them hard enough to leave a mark. This would be no exception.

I spun around and glared at them, "What did you just call me?" I growled.

"What you are - a whimp!"

This guy is seriously stupid. Maybe he's got mental problems. I started to walk back to them slowly, popping my knuckles loudly. One of them jumped and I laughed to myself. Boy are they gonna get it...I thought maliciously.

When I got up to them, I took a swing at the wiseguy that called me a whimp. The blow knocked him sideways into the car. I kept on swinging, wondering why the others weren't attemptin' to do nothin'. But I decided that, hell, I didn't care 'bout them, I was enjoying knocking this guy sensless. Just when I thought I had him beat good, I was pulled away from him by two of the Socs that'd suddenly disappeared. They pinned my arms back behind me in painful twists. The Soc I was beatin' pushed himself up off the Mustang with the help of another Soc and wiped some blood off of his mouth where his lip had split. The two smirked a little as they made their way toward me. I think they were tryin' to make me scared. It wasn't workin, I didn't get scared too easily. Although being held back by two Socs while two of them came toward me did make me a little nervous. I tried to break free of the two that were holding me back, but they just twisted my arms and I had to bite back a yelp of pain. I didn't want them to think it hurt, but golly it did. I knew that they woulda broke if I jumped again, and the last thing I needed was two broken arms. "Well whaddaya know," The Soc I'd beaten on began with a chuckle, "Big, tuff Dallas Winston, helpless." I was about to snap somethin' back but a sudden pain shot through my arms and kept my mouth shut. Instead I just glared at him.

"What should we do to him, Ricky?" His buddy that was standing next to him asked. "Cut his hair or cut his throat?" He flipped open a switchblade and put it up against my throat. I gulped nervously and tried to pull my head back away from the blade. The Soc chuckled and pressed the blade into my skin, not deep enough to cut the skin, but just to freak me out, which, it did.

I was never one to admitting when I was scared, but then, I was. I shoulda just kept my mouth shut - words are just words, they don't mean nothin' anyway. I coulda got away without a scratch but no, I just had to protect my precious reputation. Fucking reputation...

That Soc - Ricky - shook his head "Put that blade down, Jim, are you crazy? You wanna get the fucking cops called on us?" Jim lowered the blade and backed off away from me. I sighed in relief. But then Ricky smirked, "Oh just because we ain't using a blade doesn't mean you're getting off scott free." Ricky said. Then he pulled his arm back and slugged me in the face. That was a good punch. It knocked my head sideways and busted my lip open. I could already feel it starting to bruise. Then he slugged me again in the other cheek hard. He told Jim something I couldn't hear over the ringing in my ears, but that damn Soc started punching me in the gut hard enough to knock the breath outta me. Felt like it crushed my lungs for a few minutes, because every time I tried to breathe in, it felt like a knife was cutting open my chest. He kept punching me, over and over and over, in the stomach, ribs, everywhere. I thought they'd never stop. But finally, they did. In fact they dropped me and took off running in the other direction. I hit the sidewalk and I felt like I was about to die. Everything hurt. I opened my eyes a little to see someone's dirty shoes in my face.

"Dally, you okay?!" It was Johnny. I did a double take. Socs running from Johnny? That was like kryptonite running from superman! Johnny helped me sit up, causing my ribs to have stinging pain in them. He leaned me back against the wall when I saw it - the gun. I thought he was crazy, bringing a gun out there in the middle of the day. Well actually, evening now and the clouds were a dark gray, and the rain was pouring harder than earlier. "What happend?" He asked, ripping off a piece of his shirt tail and whiping away some of the blood on my face. It stung like heck every time he touched my face. I really felt like I was gonna die.

"Socs...called me a whimp..." I mumbled. It was hard to talk, "...fucking assholes..." Johnny frowned and helped me to my feet. I couldn't even walk. "Why'd you...go...earlier?" I asked, wanting to break the silence that'd formed between us.

"I...just...I dunno Dally, stop talking." Johnny replied. I had to chuckle. This never happened - usually it was me helping Johnny, telling him to stop talking. Now I was the one in the victim's shoes. I was the one that got jumped unexpectedly, I was the one that had to be helped.

And Johnny was my hero.

A/N: Ah! Dally got jumped! Who woulda thought? But aww...Johnny saves him! How sweet. XD please R&R!!