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Chapter four.

Dallas walked along the road now kicking some stones. A cigarette dangled from his mouth. He clutched the package he had in his trousers and smiled to himself. He was bored now he'd been to Bucks but he wasn't in the mood for the girls that hung off him for his rep alone. It was one in the morning and he knew the Curtis boys would be in bed. He walked towards the waste ground where Johnny slept and was relived when he saw him laying there. If Johnny hadn't been there he could've ended up at Sylvias and he didn't want to do that just yet, no that would spoil his surprise for her.

"Hey." Dally said soflty.

Johnny was sitting up watching the sky. He smiled slightly towards Dally and in the light of the moon Dally saw Johnny's busted lip.

"You okay?" Dally asked his eyes blazing angerily.

Johnny nodded. "Damn door." He said.

Dallas sighed deeply, he hated that Johnny got beaten up at home. He wished he could do something to help, to protect him. Johnny started to shiver slightly and Dallas wrapped his arm around him.

"You cold Johnnycake?" He asked

Johnny nodded slightly. The wind had been blowing anything off he found to cover himself with and he couldn't go home.

"Hey let's go to Darrys" He said. "And you can tell me how Pony got on."

Johnny smiled and nodded. He followed silently behind Dally.

The house was in darkness, as Dally thought the guys were in bed. The heat of the house hit them straight away and Dally was suddenly reminded how cold it was outside. He hadn't really noticed when he'd been walking.
He let Johnny have the couch while he settled down a chair.
Johnny watched him, Dallas could feel the boys eyes burning through him. He lit a cigarette and the glow of it was the only light in the room. He heard Johnny sigh and finally he looked at him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Why do you care so much about Sylvia?" He asked quietly unsure what Dally's reaction would be.

"I don't care." He muttered hoping Johnny couldn't hear the flutter in his voice.

"Oh okay. I never liked her, she was too... loud." Came the sleeply reply.

Dally laughed softly. "Yeah she was wasn't she. She took no crap from no-one that's for sure."

There was silence for a moment and Dally could hear Johnny's soft breathing.

"She was good though Johnny... She got me... no-one ever gets me." He sighed.

But Johnny hadn't heard that last part and in a way Dally was relieved. He couldn't let his rep be ruined by her now could he.
The wind was picking up outside and the rain was falling heavily and Dallas' thoughts wondered to Sylvia. He had nothing else to keep his mind occpied and he wasn't one for sleeping much. In fact the less he slept the better, sleeping made him vulnerable he's learned that lesson very early on in life. That was when he decided he'd never be a victim again. He was five.
He sighed again and took a deep drag of his cigarette. He smiled now as he thought about Sylvia, She sure knew how to tell him how she felt, she wasn't scared of his reaction. Even the gang tip- toed around him sometimes afraid of saying the wrong thing and setting him off, but she never did. They had their fights, awful fights, very physical ones, but it was worth it, the making up was the best part.
Dallas put the cigarette in an ashtry and watched as it burned down to the end. The orange glowing fading untill finally there was complete darkness. Could he really go ahead with what he had planned. He was susposed to be this tough greaser, with no feelings, emotionless like a block of ice or something. That just wasn't true Dallas had a week spot and that was Sylvia.