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Welp! Here we go! The boys are back and Pony gets his surprise! Please, no flames!

-Miley's P.O.V.-

"I'm gunna get the kid and Johnny tomorrow, early too." I heard Dally's voice say.

I paused and peeped into the kitchen.

"C-c-can I go?" I asked, quietly. Dallas, Two-Bit, and Steve all turned and stared at me.

Steve was the first to break the silence, "Aw, Lookie here, the princess wants to go on a grown up trip-"

"I don't mind you goin'" Dally said.

"But Dal! You said Steve an' I couldn't go." Two-Bit whined. Dally strode out into the living-room, taking a seat in the big, old, rusty brown recliner, making himself comfortable as he took a long drag of his cigarette, inhaling the poison and other toxics. Two-Bit plopped on the couch with a beer clutched in his hand like it was prized possession, Steve sat next to him, his arms folded in a 'I-Don't-Give-A-****' way. I stayed standing near the door.

"Dally!" Two-Bit whined again. Dallas groaned, "Two-Bit," he started, dragging his hand over his hard face. "Shut it will ya?" I said no to you and Steve cause y'all don't keep yer mouths' shut. And Miley here can keep her mouth shut." Dally turned his head towards me, his white-blonde hair wisped across his half closed pale ice blue eyes, as he propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, his cigarette dangled out of the corner of his thin lips. "You can keep this a secret, right?" he spoke huskily, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded speechless. He looks like so real. I thought, Dallas suddenly smirked. "There you have it, Two-Bit." Two-Bit pouted like a child when his mother refuses to get him candy. Steve just rolled his eyes.

"But," Dallas started again, rolling his head to the side to face me again, "You'll need to wake up early, I'm leavin' at the crack o' dawn. Better be up and ready."

Again, I nodded. I spotted Two-Bit staring at me from the corner of my eye, I turned to look at him, a big grin spread across his face.

"You smoke?" he asked. I shook my head. Disgusting.

"You drink?" again I shook my head no.

"You had sex before?" at this I blushed. I have never thought of having sex nor have I wanted to. Sex is a private manner, but my head had a mind of its own and gave Two-Bit his answer. I shook my head no.

"How old are you?" Dally asked. AT LAST! I thought, a question that isn't stupid.

"14." I replied.

"THERE'S NO WAY!" Two-Bit blurted out loudly, smiling.

"I am." I said, calmly."

"But you're so damn short!" Two-Bit joked, this amused Steve and he joined the laughing.

I put my head down. I'm only 4'11. And very slim in figure but, it's kinda dumb to tease someone about. Suddenly the front door open and my scrawny older brother, Sodapop came leaping inside a wide, goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Miley!" he exclaimed, picking me up, spinning around, he finally put me down, "How are ya kiddo?" he asked, plopping down.

"I'd be just fine if ALL of my brothers were here."

Sodapop sighed, running his long and boney fingers through his hair. "I know, honey, why don't you get ready for bed."

I sighed rolling my eyes. "I'm hungry though!"

Soda's mouthed an 'Oh' and went to the kitchen.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." Dallas said, striding out the door.

"Same here." Said Steve and Two-Bit.

Soda and I bid them goodbye and with that they left. I smiled to myself. Tomorrow would be the day I get to see Ponyboy in so long….Who's Johnny?

-Dally's P.O.V.-

After Leaving the Curtis house, Steve, Two-Bit and I decided to go our separate ways. Two-Bit; was gunna head to the Dingo to drink 'til he's numb. Steve was probably gunna go see Evie. Me; I was heading to Buck's place so I can crash there for the night like I always do. Buttoning up my jacket, I grunted annoyed that I wasn't zipping up my brown leather jacket. I hated jean jackets they never keep ya warm, they're always made too damn big or too small. I had always wondered why Johnny loved his jacket. It's like a security blanket for the kid or something. I lit up my last cigarette and cursed under my breath, starting to walk around thinking 'bout Johnnycake and Pone. How were they getting along? I hope they didn't leave that church except to get food. I looked up from the black paved road that shined from early-on rain and I stared at the house in front of me. Johnny's house. The lights were still on and the screaming and crash was easy to here. Shaking my head I walked away from the house and flicked my cigarette away.

"Well, Hello, Dally." I rolled my eyes at that broad's voice.

"Whatya want, Sylvia?"

She smirked as her head tilted, and she made her way towards me.

"I heard you got out early. What? Did you miss me that much?" she pressed her back to my chest, I scoffed and pushed her off.

"Even if you didn't cheat on me, I'd still wouldn't miss you, broad."

"Well, whatever do you mean Dallas?"

I looked at her. Unbelievable.

"Don't act like you're so innocent, Steve told me as soon as I left you tried to hook-up with Johnny."

"I did not! He came onto m-"

That set me off. "Oh, don't even THINK that I'll believe you. It's over, Sylvia. See ya."

And with that I left. Making the rest of the way to Buck's house with no pit stops or interruptions.

-Johnny's P.O.V.- (A/N: FINALLY!)

I woke up and looked around the pitch black church. I sighed. I couldn't sleep and I didn't know why. Ponyboy was out cold next to me. Having nothing left to do, I slid on my jacket and walked outside.

"Man, it's cold." I thought but it was warmer out here than it was inside, kinda weird. For some reason, I started to think about my folks. Were they mad? Are they worried? Do they even know that I'm gone? It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. They're mad something awful. They're worried of the trouble I'm causin' them. And my folks ain't one bit care if I'm alright. I don't care. But I knew I did. Why do I care about them? The only thing they gave me was life an' Dad almost beat that outta me and mom did nothing but watch. I hate them for that. No you don't. I thought. Maybe I did something wrong in these 16 years that made them like that. But only dad beats me, mom just ignores her. Would she even care if I was to just drop dead one day? Maybe, maybe not. I don't think I'll ever know, and that fact kills me.

I lit a cigarette and sighed, sittin' in the middle of a field, shivering. Some horses were walking around in the lower fields. I took a long drag from my cigarette before flicking it away and going back inside the church. I lit up a candle and picked up Gone With The Wind, so I could try and read it. The words were a kind of blur. Pony said it's a pretty hard book to read. And that it's a book 'bout the Civil War. Whatever that was.

I remembered one time when the boys were going around and saying what kind of girls they'd like to hook up with. Dally said a skinny girl who'll put out. Steve said he was fine with Evie. Two-Bit wanted a blonde who can hold her liquor well. Darry said a girl with "Maturity", Ponyboy had said that he'd like a girl who's smart, likes the same stuff he digs and a girl who's cute. When the circle ended with me I just shrugged and mumbled 'I don't know.' and they left it at that. I closed the book and looked down. Hmm…what type of girls DO I like? I guess I'd like a girl who stays natural… I don't like girls with a lot of make-up, I don't like girls who have their hair coated with hairspray. Umm… a girl who is easy to talk to…someone calm, who doesn't curse every sentence. I don't care if she's skinny or not, pretty or not. I wouldn't care actually. I'd still like her even if she wasn't a super-model. If I had a girlfriend I would never make 'em feel hated or ignored. That's a promise I plan on telling any girl who I date.

I looked out a window of the church and saw the sky getting brighter and decided to try and go back to bed. I laid back down next to Pony and sighed. A greaser can only dream of a perfect girl they dig. I stretched "c'mon Dally, when're gunna get us?"

-Dally's P.O.V.-

I heard the annoying snore from Buck from the next room over. I rolled over and opened my eyes. Regretting opening them up I quickly closed them, I had forgot that I left my lamp on last night. "it's too damn bright!" I groaned to myself. I rolled out of bed and crashed to the floor.

"Ow." I mumbled, dragging myself up to my feet. Rubbing my eyes, I looked out the window and saw that the sun was coming up slightly. I sighed and pulled a shirt on, slipping my shoes on then my belt was wrapped around my jeans I had slept in.

"time to get the kid's sister." I grumbled to myself in the mirror, running a comb through my tasseled hair. Hurrying up, I slid on my jean jacket with a sneer.

-Miley's P.O.V.-

Tap tap tap.

I opened my eyes to see Dallas' platinum blonde head outside my window, motioning me to get up and come on. I jumped out of bed, fully awake now, I went into the bathroom to get changed and bush my teeth and hair. Careful not to wake my older brothers, I quietly tiptoed out the front door and into Dally's car.

"Tired?" I asked as a giant yawn escaped his lips.

"No, I'm awake as ever." he spat. I smiled.

"Gotta stop partying so much, Dallas."

"How'd you know?"

"Soda told me that you're a partier."

Dally smirked. "You know it, you should come party with the big boys one night."

I felt my face warm up. I mean, Dally's nice which is a surprise seeing how serious and mean his face looks. He kinda scared me.

"…Johnny and Pony are." Dallas' bored-toned voice caught my attention.

"Um…D-Dally?" I looked out the car as we started to enter the countryside.

He looked down at me then back to the road, "Huh?"

"Um… Who is Johnny?"

"Oh yeah, I guess nobody told ya huh?"

"Well I know that he," I gulped, "K-k-killed someone, but that's all."

Dallas mumbled something then said, "You'll meet him when we get there."

I decided that it'd be best not to argue with a boy like Dallas.

"we're here." Dally mumbled, parking. I looked around and rose an eye brow.

"There's nothing in sight, Dal."

"It's up the hill, glory you are Pony's sis. You sure do look like him too."

"We're twins."

Dally gave me a nod then got out. "You stay here, I'll bring out the boys then we can get something to eat 'cause I'm just about starved."

I nodded as I watched his broad figure climb up the hill. And I waited anxiously to see Pony and thing Johnny fellow they talked a lot about. He's probably tall and mean looking. I imagined a tall, broad guy with scars covering his face and real character personality, meaner looking than Dallas. I'm afraid to meet this 'Johnny'.

-Pony's P.O.V.-(A/N: POV BELONGS TO THE OUTSIDERS WHICH IS OWNED BY S.E. HINTON! I OWN NONE OF THIS! BUT THE FEW INTERJECTIONS IN WHICH MILEY IS MENTIONED. BUT S.E. HINTON DOES OWN THIS! ALL RIGHTS REMAIN TO HER!)

A toe nudged me in the ribs. "Glory," said a rough but familiar voice, "he looks different with his hair like that."

I rolled over and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and yawning. Suddenly I blinked.

"Hey, Dally!"

"Hey, Ponyboy!" He grinned down at me. "Or should I say Sleeping Beauty?"

I never thought I'd live to see the day when I would be so glad to see Dally Winston, but right then he meant one thing: contact with the outside world. And it suddenly became real and vital.

"How's Sodapop? Are the fuzz after us? Is Darry all right? Do the boys know where we are? What..."

"Hold on, kid," Dally broke in. "I can't answer everything at once. You two want to go get something to eat first? I skipped breakfast and I'm about starved."

"You're starved?" Johnny was so indignant he nearly squeaked. I remembered the baloney.

"Is it safe to go out?" I asked eagerly.

"Yep." Dally searched his shirt pocket for a cigarette, and finding none, said, "Gotta cancer stick, Johnnycake?"

Johnny tossed him a whole package.

"The fuzz won't be lookin' for you around here," Dally said, lighting up. "They think you've lit out for Texas. I've got Buck's T-bird parked down the road a little way. Goshamighty, boys, ain't you been eatin' anything?"

Johnny looked startled. "Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain't?"

Dally shook his head. "You're both pale and you've lost weight. After this, get out in the sun more. You look like you've been through the mill."

I started to say "Look who's talking" but decided it would be safer not to. Dally needed a shave- a stubble of colorless beard covered his jaw- and he looked like he was the one who'd been sleeping in his clothes for a week instead of us; I knew he hadn't seen a barber in months. But it was safer not to get mouthy with Dally Winston.

"Hey, Ponyboy"- he fumbled with a piece of paper in his back pocket- "I gotta letter for you."

"A letter? Who from?"

"The President, of course, stupid. It's from Soda."

"Sodapop?" I said, bewildered. "But how did he know...?"

"He came over to Buck's a couple of days ago for something and found that sweat shirt. I told him I didn't know where you were, but he didn't believe me. He gave me this letter and half his pay check to give you. Kid, you ought to see Darry. He's takin' this mighty hard..."

I wasn't listening. I leaned back against the side of the church and read:

Ponyboy,

Well I guess you got into some trouble, huh? Darry and me nearly went nuts when you ran out like that. Darry is awful sorry he hit you. You know he didn't mean it. And then you and Johnny turned up mising and what with that dead kid in the park and Dally getting hauled into the station, well it scared us something awful. The police came by to question us and we told them as much as we could. I can't believe little old Johnny could kill somebody. I know Dally knows where you are, but you know him. He keeps his trap shut and won't tell me nothing. Darry hasn't got the slightest notion where you're at and it is nearly killing him. I wish you'd come back and turn your selfves in but I guess you can't since Johnny might get hurt. You sure are famous. You got a paragraph in the newspaper even. Take care and say hi to Johnny for us.

Sodapop Curtis

He could improve his spelling, I thought after reading it through three or four times. "How come you got hauled in?" I asked Dally.

"Shoot, kid"- he grinned wolfishly- "them boys at the station know me by now. I get hauled in for everything that happens in our turf. While I was there I kinda let it slip that y'all were headin' for Texas. So that's where they're lookin'."

He took a drag on his cigarette and cussed it goodnaturedly for not being a Kool. Johnny listened in admiration. "You sure can cuss good, Dally."

"Sure can," Dally agreed wholeheartedly, proud of his vocabulary. "But don't you kids get to pickin' up my bad habits."

He gave me a hard rub on the head. "Kid, I swear it don't look like you with your hair all cut off. It used to look tuff. You and Soda had the coolest lookin' hair in town."

"I know," I said sourly. "I look lousy, but don't rub it in."

"Do y'all want somethin' to eat or not?"

Johnny and I leaped up. "You'd better believe it"

"Gee," Johnny said wistfully, "it sure will be good to get into a car again."

"Well," Dally drawled, "I'll give you a ride for your money."

As Dally, Johnny and I made our way to Buck's T-Bird, I saw a small, petite girl standing next to the car.

"Who's that girl?" Johnny asked.

As we came with in a foot of the girl, she looked me up and down and gave a shy smile.

I looked at her, amazed, "…Miley…" Her smile widened. And I hugged her with tears swelling in my eyes.

Hey y'all! Well here's a longer chapter and I finally got the boys back into the story. R&R please let me know how you think my story is and please NO FLAMES! Thanks for reading and I'll update soon J