Still working on stuff- working on making chapters readable and such... (:
Sorry for the bad spelling and grammar-
A/N- what Johnny is going to do is on a 2 chapter cliffhanger as of now. I'm still working on it... AND I'm real busy with schoolwork right this week- so I'll get ch. 7 up as SOON AS I CAN. (Maybe by Friday night if I can-) so hang in there! I didn't forget or nuttin! (:
ch.6...
(Soda's POV)
I woke up considerabley late- okay, very late. Late for work. Steve was shaking my arm and buggin' me to wake up.
"Wake up lazy!!" he said shaking me till I almost accidentaly let go of Johnny.
"Steve! I'm up! How late am I?" I said a bit worriedly- I didn't want my boss to be mad at me... It's bad enough Johnny is hurt and all upset...
"Late. Very. Let's go!" he said as I carefully got up, leaning Johnny against the couch.
He still looked terrible- and I doubt he slept well, he had bags under his eyes. But his breathing wasn't hard anymore- it was light and a bit shallow.
I grabbed my uniform. I was about to run out the door- but something stopped me. I turned around to look at Johnny. Leaving him right then was the HARDEST thing I had ever done. I looked at him with a look of concern and sadness. I reluctantly left, with Steve having to drag me by my arm out the door.
And then, regretting it as soon as I got to the DX.
'I shouldn't have left him...'
'I coulda' taken the day off...'
'Why on EARTH did I leave him!?'
My mind thought nothing of Johnny. I wasn't good with the cars today- Steve had to HELP me with almost everything to make sure I didn't bust a car... What am I going to do?
(Pony's POV)
I woke up again, for the fifth time at least. But this time, it was actually time to get up. Darry was gone- as well as Soda. Dally and Two-Bit were sleeping. Johnny was also- but nobody was with him; you know, like, next to him.
I decided that he wouldn't want to be alone when he wakes up- and it's a chance for me to actually put my arm around him without anyone thinking something's up. I sat next to him, and careful not to hurt him, I put my arm around his shoulder and let him lean on me.
It hurt for me to look at him in all that gauze and all those bandages- although, Soda probably was right- the fact that he made me leave the room before I saw Johnny. I might've passed out or something.
I can't stand to see anyone I know; especially Johnny; being that badly hurt and cut up. I don't know WHAT I'd do if I saw him like that again...
Being around Johnny is almost as addicting as drugs- that quietness he tends to hold onto, his smile and laugh, the way he loves affection, the way he leans on you when you hold him, and even the way he plays football. I don't exactly know how I fell in love with my best friend, but I don't mind. In fact, I'm happier than I was when I only liked him as a friend. I like it this way.
But it's hard not to stare at him; that's the problem. He's just too amazingly adorable to ignore. And everytime he looks at me, it's impossible to just look him in the eyes- I always end up looking the other way- avoiding to catch the gaze of those big, dark, suspicious, sensitive eyes.
But I can look at him now without anyone telling me not to. He's sound asleep with his head rested on my shoulder. I couldn't help but to stare at him. He's just too irresistable, I couldn't begin to tell you how hard it is not to stare...
He made a little noise in his throat and stirred in his sleep. He slowly and tiredly opened his eyes.
"Johnny, you ok?" I asked referring to last night
"Yeah... What happened?" he asked sounding confused.
"Darry said you passed out when he was cleanin' you up"
"oh" he said.
I guess he just realized how close we were and all, cause' he blushed and moved in the opposite direction a little bit. 'His blush is so cute...' I thought to myself smiling on the inside.
"Johnny, yer awake" Dally said looking relaxed in his seat.
Johnny cracked that half smile- half frown. "y-yeah" he stammered.
"Who did that? Didja' know 'em?"
"No. Just Socs."
"Those damn Socs. One day they're gona pay for all of this. Ya hear? ALL of this."
Dally continued with his 'enriched, colorful' vocabulary for a little while.
I saw the look on Johnny's face and the tone of his voice every time he spoke something about the Socs. It sounded one of two ways- 1. like he was going to cry, or 2. like he was gona' explode from anger.
I know Johnny is usually scared, but he sounded furious with the Socs now. He almost sounded like Dally- even the expression on his face. 'What is he going to possibly do?' The question was really bothering me. Pretty soon he sounded madder than I've heard him before.
"WHAT IS THE SOCS DEAL? THEY'RE ALWAYS COMIN' OUTA NOWHERE TO TRYTA' FUCKIN' KILL US OR SOMETHING. THEY'VE GOT EVERYTHING THEY WANT, AND EVERYTHING THEY DON'T NEED. WHY CAN'T THEY JUST DIE IN A FUCKIN' HOLE OR SOMETHING..."
"Whoa- take it easy Johnny..." I said cutting him off and trying desperately to calm him down. He put his head in his hands, leaning forward, and sighed.
"I'm sorry. And sorry y'all hadta' hear that... it's just that..." he paused a second and wiped his eyes. So I figured he was starting to cry again.
"I-I'm just kinda' fed up with the S-Socs an' everything... I-I don't know whata' do anymore..."
"It's okay... you just gota rest some today and take it easy- ya' hear?" I told him hoping to calm him down.
"Yeah..." his voice was hoarse and kind of cracking a little.
He wiped his eyes again and I put my arm around him. "It'll be ok" I said trying to comfort him.
He let out a quivering breath, looked at me and half smiled. Then said "thanks Pony..."
Dally got up and sat on the other side of Johnny and pulled him over more towards him and held him. Ugh... Dally just has to make me jelous. Why am I jelous- I never used to be jelous of any one- well, I guess it's normal, on account of it is Johnny...
Johnny leaned on him- and I don't know why, but that made me more jelous. This is REALLY buggin' me. 'I can't stay here any longer' I thought. I said "I'm goin' to school, see y'all later!"
(Dally's POV)
When I woke up, it was quiet. No wonder- Two-Bit wasn't awake yet. I looked up and saw Johnny and Pony- Pony had his arm around Johnny! WHAT an asshole of a kid. Probably thinkin' he could mess around with Johnny... if he tries ANYTHING funny with him, I'm going to flatten him like roadkill.
I just about had it with Pony. I pulled Johnny away from Pony and held him- he looked so upset still. And I knew that he wasn't going anywhere today- not even school. But he doesn't go there much anyway; unlike Pony who has barely missed a day in his life.
And thank fuckin' god that he is leaving now. Aw, shit, don't thank god, he don't exist in the fuckin first place! Pony let the door slam behind 'im and he ran off down the street. I don't get that kid, he's always runnin' and nothin' to actually run from.
He don't got the fuzz on his trail or nuthin'. He's on the track team and he runs to school? Wow. His mind is fucking screwed, isn't it... that whole thing is pointless.
But at least he's gone. Now I don't needta' bother with that little mystery of a kid.
"Hey, Johnny?"
"Yeah Dall?"
"What'd they do to ya's anyway?"
"Oh... well... they all had blades, an' they found stuff layin' around..."
"Like...?"
"Peice of pipe... an' bottles and stuff..."
"Fuckin damn Socs... you okay?" I already knew that he was okay, but I meant that in that 'mental' way or whatever- you know how it is. Johnny usually gets scared easy; and he get real jumpy, too.
He didn't answer, but he leaned more on me, and I gave him a quick squeeze. "It's okay... you know I won't let them within' spittin' distance of ya' again."
I would've been cursing like hell out loud, but Johnny was still a bit shook up with all the stuff going on around here, so it's best not to. Normally I wouldn't give a shit of what the others think- but it's Johnny; and I can cool it for him. Only him.
And this is one of those rare moments I can actually hang close to Johnny without anyone's opinion. Not that I give a shit about their opinions anyway- but I don't want em' thinkin' that I'm going soft or nothin'. And I don't wana be like Two-Bit and be fuckin' obvious about it.
When Johnny knows how I'm thinking about 'im, then I can tell him and actually make a move. But not yet, I need to know if Johnny likes me like that. If he don't- then thats gona be a real downer. Whatever. I'll find out soon enough.
Whatever he does... it just drives me CRAZY for him. I still can't figure out what it is. But even when he just smiles it makes me wana' ravish him or something. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait with this... but for Johnny's sake I'll try to keep it to myself.
(Johnny's POV)
Dally's acting... different. I can't quite place my finger on it, just, different. He's still mean, tough and cold... But not around me. When it's just me an' him, then he's not mean or cold. He's still tough (and tuff)- but that's something I don't want him to change anyways. I'll have to worry about that another time though.
It hurts everywhere; like HELL. Honestly, I'm still tireder than anything else. And leaning on Dally made me feel... safe. 'Cause I know he's there and won't let nuttin' bad happen. Plus, he don't seem to mind.
And from all that; I don't feel too good. I havn't eaten in a whiles, and I usually do eat something. Just not a lot of it. Unless I really am hungry, like right now. I'm too tired to eat anything though. I want Soda here... I want them all here. I don't know why. I want Pony and Darry and Soda all here.
It's not like I don't feel perfectly fine around just a few people... but after I got jumped; again; I'm not really feelin' too hot on being without the whole gang. I don't know why- but this happens all the time when something bad happens. I can't stand to be away from the gang.
Except Steve. I'm mad at him- I'll get over it, though. But as of now, I don't wana' see him. I don't feel good and I'm really tired, and I don't want his opinions and rudeness. And I got NO idea what I did wrong! I can't think of it! And it's buggin' me more than anything.
But I'm gonna' ignore that- I have better stuff to worry about. My ribs were killin' me more than ANYTHING at the moment. No, it's how tired I am... No... ughh... I can barely think strait! I heard Dally saying something...
"Johnny- you feelin' alright?"
"hm?"
"are you feelin' alright?"
"yeah- kinda..."
I lied. I was ready to scream 'NO. NO I'M NOT. I FEEL LIKE SHIT.' but I didn't. I think he said something else, but I was too tired. I couldn't stay awake much longer- and my eyes felt as heavy as a ton of bricks. They closed gradually and I could hear Dally still saying things- but he was whispering; and I wasn't going delusional.
I want the gang here... I want them all here... I love Dally, don't get me wrong, I really do. I just want everyone here still... but Dally- and sleeping Two-bit- is better than nothing...
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yeah, I know, this chapter is kinda half pointless, but whatever. Next chapter will be up when I can- (: