Still workin on my spelling, grammer, capitalization and all that- lol
-oh and I know that some of the characters would never do some things like they did- like Johnny yelling and talking more than usual- but I wanted to make a lil' experiment, ya dig? (:
(Soda's POV)
I hope Johnny's okay, him being mad an' all. Then he pissed off Steve and Steve tried to punch him... probably not too good for him on a day like today. I'm still wondering if something's bothering him... or WHAT is bothering him so much.
I'll have to talk to him about it when I get off work, but I can't be thinking about him all day... with that curly-ish jet black hair, smooth tanned skin, cherry-smoothie'd lips, that smile that he barely ever shows- it's so contagious, and those big hopeful dark eyes...
'Quit thinking about him! I just said I wouldnt!' I scolded myself as I realized we were very busy today.
'But what I would do just to see him smile right now...' I thought dreamily.
After Johnny left to who-knows-where, almost ten cars came in! Busy day, busy day, here I come... back to work. Two-Bit and Pony went home- apparently Mickey was on, and Two-Bit needed somebody to be there in case he needs something 'important'. A.K.A. beer and cake.
It was such a busy day, and lemme tell ya, I was beat. So I headed home in the car, stumbled in the door, and practically passed out on the couch. I woke up when somebody was tapping my shoulder. "Oh, c'mon lil' buddy, get up. Dinner time..." it was Darry. I got up lazily and sat at the table in my usual spot. I noticed something was missing... then it hit me...
"Johnny! Where is he?" I asked finally awake and realizing my surroundings. Pony looked at me funny and said,
"He didn't come home all day- not even for lunch..." I sighed and Darry said "Well, he better get home soon, it's getting dark."
But of course, Darry was first to loose his mind when it was after curfew- 12:00 in our house- and he still didn't come home. We gave it another hour and time for Darry to pace the room a whole bunch, then I began to loose my mind. Johnny's always on time; or early!
We called up the gang, finally, and went out to go look for him. We checked every street, park, alley and bench for him, or so I thought. We peeked in an alleyway, there was a motionless hump that you could hardly see, at the end of it. Darry decided to check it out,
'Please dont be Johnny, oh please dont by my Johnny...' I begged in my mind. The closer we got the more blood there was on the ground and walls- I could feel myself fighting back all my tears. My lungs grew tighter and my heart turned to ice and sank as Darry dropped to his knees beside it.
'It really was Johnny... no... he can't be... No! He can't be gone! He CAN'T be!' I argued with what I was thinking and what I truely wanted to think.
Darry lifted him up- he was limp beyond limp... If that's even possible. He lifted him from under his armpits giving him a shake "Johnnycakes?"
no answer.
"Johnny? canya' hear me?"
Darry said as he shook him a bit harder again. This time, to my RELIEF, I heard him groan.
'He's okay, he's gona be fine, he's alive and breathing' I convinced myself.
Darry held him against his shoulder and said "it's ok, we got you"
"D-D-D-Darry?" he said in barely a whisper
"Yeah, be quiet, we're takin ya home" He groaned again as Darry lifted him up from his back and from behind his knees.
We raced to the car, Steve and Darry in the front- Darry driving- and the rest of us squeezed into the back seats. I held Johnny on top of me, he was cut up like hell, like something out of a horror film. It hurt me so much just to look at him- I love Johnny, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him, and here he is, cut to bits; and I wasn't there for him...
His shirt was torn up to the point of not even HAVING a shirt! He was gasping and whimpering the whole time and by the time we were home he was crying, too. Not to mention you can't see the actual colors of his torn up shirt and pants- it was all stained red with blood. Steve was being an ass- Johnny is half conscious and looks like he's dying and Steves saying,
"Shut it! If it hurts good for you. We know it does, so fuckin shut it! Be happy your sorry ass is still alive."
That sure didn't help, and even though Steve IS my best buddy, he was being a bitch to my darling- Johnny. We told him not to come back if he's gona talk like that to Johnny again, and he left loping out of the house muttering things.
Johnny looked worse in the light. There really wasn't much a shirt left- but Darry took it off anyway. I sat in back of Johnny so his head rested on my lap and I started wiping off his face. Darry was workin' on his chest and stomach which looked like HELL. H-E-L-L. HELL.
Johnny gasped and jumped when Darry touched his stomach and chest "Darry- careful..." Johnny managed to whisper between sobs and clenched teeth. Pony went to bed, I forced him to. I didn't want him to see Johnny like this, I could hardly stand it and I almost puked when I saw him this cut up. Dally and Two-Bit were pacing back and forth, and Dally was swearing black and blue.
Darry wiped off most of the blood from his chest and we could see what they did to him- he had large deep gashes all over, glass was in some cuts around his stomach, and it was black and blue ALL over him- I took one of the ice packs that weren't being used and pressed it on the side of his head that had most of the cuts and bruises. He whimpered and I started combing through his hair. There still wasn't grease in it, and it was really soft, silky and shiny- and the curls looked so cute, he wore so much grease all the time I never realized it was that curly... but he had a lot of cuts and bruises there, too.
"Shhh... baby it'll be okay now. We gotcha now... shhh..." I said as I noticed he was crying harder again.
"Th-there were too m-many of em S-s-soda..." he said as he gasped- Darry had almost finished putting gauze around his chest.
"Shshshshh baby, I know, I know- they're gone now, and you're home. you're safe."
Darry wrapped his arms in gauze and then we helped him sit up. He was trying not to cry- you could tell.
"Shh, Johnnycakes, it's okay"
Darry said wrapping his arms around him and pulling him onto his lap. Johnny finally broke and started bawling into Darry's shirt. We just stood there a minute- then we started to pick up the towels and first aid kit and put it all away.
When we finished putting it away- well, we didn't want to put it away, but I was trying to find out something to do to keep my mind off of Johnny till Darry let me hold him, and the others followed me- but anyway we put it away and Darry and Johnny hadn't moved. Johnny must've been terrified, he was shaking like a leaf and bawling- in fact he never even opened his eyes.
Dally wasn't even mumbling curses anymore- not by a longshot- he was practically yelling. "JUST WAIT TILL I GET AHOLD OF THOSE SHITHEAD SOCS THAT FUCKIN DID THAT. I'M GONA MAKE EM WISH THEY WERE DEAD- THOSE BASTARDS..." He went on swearing at the top of his lungs for awhiles.
I finally took Johnny away from Darry- Darry has work tomorrow anyway and can't afford to miss any day of work, and I'm going to have to go also. That sucks. I dont wana leave Johnny alone hurt- well, actually I dont wanta' be away from him for a single second, but hey, he's really hurt and scared now and I wana be there to hold him and tell him it'll be okay.
Now I can start to see why Johnny was like that this morning. Maybe he knew it'd be a bad day in the back of his mind or something. Whatever Pony told me it was... like, I think, subconscious? But I'm not sure... And some of it is Darry's fault- but he works too hard and long to be thinking much of what he's doing.
He was worried about Johnny when he starting talking about killing himself again, and took away his switchblade. But if Steve didn't yell at him like that he wouldn't have even gone down the street. Well, it's all okay now. Even if some of it was each of our faults...
We settled down and I held Johnny all night till he fell asleep- Dally and Two-Bit fell asleep on the couch and floor. and Darry was off in his room... Johnny was cuddled up to me with drying tear streaks on his face; he was adorable. 'I hope I can get him for my own someday... and I hope he'll be okay tomorrow; I doubt it; poor poor baby... I love him...' I thought to myself as I drifted off myself.
