Johnny and I set Two-Bit up in front of the TV watching Mickey.

"Do you want me to make sandwiches?" Johnny offered

"No, thats alright. I can make some, you watch the alcoholic over there." I said, gesturing to Two-Bit "Don't let him break anything."
Johnny chuckled and nodded his head, sitting down next to Two-Bit who was singing along with the Mickey Mouse theme song. I crossed over to the kitchen and took out some bread, ham, and cheese.

When I was almost done I heard Johnny shout from the living room, "Put down the vase, Two-Bit!" He paused "No, drop it! I said drop it. Good boy,"

Walking into the room, sandwiches in hand. "Johnny," I began "he's not a dog."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, glancing down at Two-Bit who was scooting his butt along the floor.

I watched him for a second before responding "Good point," Johnny came over to the table, sat down across from me, and grabbed a sandwich.

"Food!" Two-Bit shouted up to me "Two-Bit want food!" then he began to laugh hysterically and roll around on the carpet. I picked up one of the sandwiches and through it at his face. It hit his forehead and slowly slid onto the floor.

"So, what did you do today?" Johnny asked, slowly munching away at his sandwich.

"Wow, you really are tired. We already discussed this, Johnny. I hung out with Aurora. We might be hanging out again tomorrow if you want to join us. The three of us could go out for lunch or something. I want to wait to introduce her to Two-Bit and Dally. Sort of ease her into this whole situation, ya dig?"

"Yeah," Johnny said, nodding "I hear you, man. Did you read the paper this morning?"
I nodded "Can you believe that they interviewed my teacher about my theme. That was my school work. He shouldn't be aloud to talk about that and then to not even tell me about! It's unbelievable."

"Dally's sure in trouble. The cops know he's really alive and they still think he was trying to shoot at 'em. This whole thing is a mess. I'm just glad that my trial was settled and I didn't even have to put a toe into the courthouse." he told me

"Yeah," I responded "just had to put a toe into death's doorway." Johnny was silent. I looked up and saw tears welling up in his eyes. "Hey, you know I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, man." he assured me "it's just hard, ya know. My friends saw me supposedly die and then when the doctors were able to bring me back they were all watching our other friend being shot. It's just awful. And then I wasn't able to call you from my physical therapy. So, there I was not knowing what's going on, thinking that Dally's dead. I come back months later almost completely healed, able to walk, but with nowhere to go. When I got to your house all of you were just getting over the fact that Dally was not, in fact, killed and I just show up. The looks on your face when you saw me limping up the street. You were in shock. You looked frightened." He broke down in huge sobs. I hadn't realized it, but I too was crying.

"I'm sorry, Johnny. It's all my fault." I told him

"No, its mine."

"Don't talk like that, Johnny. If it's anyone's fault it's certainly not yours."

Johnny was quiet once more, which I took as a chance to wipe the tears from my eyes. He was right, this whole thing was a mess and there was nothing I could do about it. Soda, Steve, and Darry were away, Dally was acting weird, and you could read all about it today in The Tulsa Times.
Once I had properly draped a blanket over the passed out Two-Bit and made sure that Johnny was comfortable on the couch I was able to go up to my own room and sleep.