A/N: Wow… it's been a long time since I updated! Sorry for the long wait! You guys know the drill: school, homework, friends, family, LIFE. Anywho, this story is always written on the whim. I can't work on it- I have to finish each chapter in one sitting. So, please read, review, and enjoy! Thanks to all of you who reviewed or added this story to your favorites and alerts. Check out my other stories when you get a chance!

My iPod gave me another idea for a story! It also gave me the idea for this one… Anyway, I'm not sure if any of you have heard the song All You Wanted by Michelle Branch, but I was just listening to it and I thought that it'd make a great Johnny/Dallas songfic. Listen to the song, and give me some feedback in a review or a PM. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders or any other references to pop culture in this story.

Chapter Seven: Pranks and Police and Louis Vuitton

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," Sodapop Curtis muttered as he made his way to the phone, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Yellow?" he answered, mimicking his father's old trademark.

"Yes, hello, this is the Boise Police Department. Is Dallas Winston available for speaking?" The man's voice was very deep, but oddly familiar.

Soda froze. What the hell did Dally do that could get the police's attention? He'd been doing good-well, doing things legally-ever since the band's popularity skyrocketed about a year and a half ago.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Hold on." Soda headed to the bunks and pulled Dally's curtain so hard it ripped off. "Dallas, the police are on the phone. What the hell did you do now?" he questioned, covering the speaker with his still soaking wet palm.

Dallas ignored Soda's question and grabbed the phone, gesturing to his laptop screen. Soda glanced at the picture and read the caption in awe. Dally finally got caught shoplifting, and now he was going to bring down Soda's band just like Justine Bieber had.

"Hello?" Dallas sounded unsure, for the first time Soda could recall.

"Hello, Mr. Winston. How are you smelling lately?" Dally furrowed his eyebrows together while stifling a laugh. This guy sounded like a total douche. "Pretty good, I hope," Dallas smoothly replied. He leaned against the back of his bunk and shooed Soda away. "What's it to you, anyways?"

"Mr. Winston, you don't have to imply that you have no idea. We know you shoplifted, thanks to those oh-so-helpful photographers! So please, get your booty over to the station immediately."

Booty? Was this guy serious?

"Mr. Winston?"

Dallas heard giggles from Two-Bit's bunk. "Yes, I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get some things together …"

SMACK!

"Ow, Dally!" Two-Bit cried while laughing hysterically. "What was that for?"

"For being a dumbass!" Dally yelled. He punched Two-Bit again just for fun, until there was a knock on the bus door.

"Who is it?" Two-Bit sang, leaping from his bed and hopping off to the door. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of two polished police officers. Each held a fancy-shmancy badge. "Why, hello officers!" he exclaimed, while taking one's badge. "Let me just examine this for un momento." He threw the badge back at the ticked off cop. "So, what's goin' down at the department?"

"Mr. Mathews, is your friend Dallas Winston here?" the tall cop questioned.

"Yep," Two-Bit chirped.

"Can we please speak with him?"

"I don't know, can ya?" Two-Bit joked, elbowing one of them in the ribs.

"Now, Two-Bit, you don't want to get arrested for assaulting a police officer," Dallas remarked smoothly as he swaggered up to the fuzz. "Can I help you gentleman?"

The officers looked confused. How much confidence could one kid have? "Yes, Mr. Winston-"

"Call me Dallas," the boy interrupted.

"Dallas-"

"Call me Dally."

"Okay? Dally-"

"Hey! That's D Fresh to you!" Ponyboy screamed out of nowhere, pointing a finger at the cop.

The middle aged man sighed and pinched the bridge of his huge, pointy nose before continuing. "Dally, the BPD has been informed of your shoplifting, but because your item was so small and inexpensive, we have decided to simply fine you. You owe us $750."

"Really? That's it? Pone, go get my wallet for me, will ya?"

Pony nodded and ran off to fetch Dally's prized Louis Vuitton wallet from his bunk. The wallet was a gift from Beyonce for Dally's nineteenth birthday. When Ponyboy returned, Dallas swiftly pulled out eight one-hundred dollar bills and handed them to the cop.

"Keep the change," he demanded before slamming the door in their faces. Dallas sure loved showing off his money.

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The Spanglish part was for you, waitin' for my winston. Sorry if Pony's little nickname for Dally was stupid; this chapter was lacking humor so I needed to y'know, spice it up a little bit! Again, sorry it's so short... I've been slacking lately! Hope you guys don't mind. Read, review, and enjoy! :D