Chapter 3- Dallas, Steve and Johnny
Out of nowhere, I heard the loud thud of a door opening and closing.
"Anybody home?" someone screamed at the top of heir lungs. It sounded like Steve Randal. He tends to shout like that. I looked over at the clock. It was eleven in the morning. I got out of bed and opened the door very quietly, because Sarah was still sleeping, then shut it behind me.
"Nah, they ain't got no beer in the fridge," I heard Dallas Winston say.
Dally is what you would call a "bad boy." He wasn't like Tim Shepard, who enjoyed looking for trouble and sneaking out of it. His hair was pretty short for a greaser. A blondish-brown. More brown, I would say. It was a nice, soft, almost chestnut brown. His eyes were a deep blue; they looked magical. The thing I like most about Dally was his smile and his ability to make everyone happy when you least expect him to. I mean, sure he was a hood and a JD, but that didn't mean a thing to me. He has a rep, Dally, and he'll do whatever he has to, to prove he's tough.
Dally is one of my best friends. I have three all together. It's kind of strange, because among them, I am the only girl. My other two best friends are Ponyboy and Johnny Cade. Johnny is kinda shy when it comes to meeting new people, but not too shy. He's really tan and has black hair like mine and really dark brown eyes. He always wears his denim jacket and Converse. When it comes to rumbles, he gets really scared and sometimes doesn't go! But I don't blame him. He already gets beat up real bad at home and he hardly eats, cause his mom ignores him and don't give a crap. On a happier note, our birthdays are on the same day!
I walked into the kitchen. "Hey Dal, Steve, Johnny."
I got a bunch of "Hey, Lor"'s back. Steve ran into the living room and jumped on Two-Bit, who was covered up in a pile of blankets. It was cold that night, so I don't blame him for being a blanket hog.
"Ow! What the hell?" Two-Bit hollered.
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a nice nap?" Steve joked.
"To tell ya the truth, I didn't get any sleep last night." I had a feeling he was going to say that. As Dally and Johnny walked in, he began the story.
"Then we came here, because we didn't know where else we should go," he finished.
I looked over at Johnny and saw that his eyes were huge. he wouldn't give a damn if his parents were dead, but he sure did care that his friends were hurt and that they needed comfort. He came over to me and tried to put his arm around me, but for some reason, I pulled back.
