I broke my gaze with Dally to pull the last kid out. I herd mumbles and shouts inside, and saw how dangerously close the fire was burning.
"Pony' get out!" Pony stumbled out of the church with flames on his jacket. Dal was quick to knock it out., but he hit a little too hard.
"Jesus Christ!" Dal examined Pony, trying to see if he was alive.
"Get Johnny!" I pushed Dally out of the way and shoke Ponyboy. "Come on, Pony. Ponyboy, get up." I continued to shake him. "Get up, Ponyboy. Please, please, please!" The paramedics came to take Ponyboy away. It wasn't until I looked behind me that I saw Johnny, completely raw, being loaded into the other ambulance. Dally was with him, and arguing with a lady about not being hurt. I climbed into Ponyboy's ambulance, and sat across from this really fat guy. We were silent for most of the ride, until Ponyboy made a choking noise.
"Johnny, Dallas…" I instantly leaned forward and stroked back his blonde hair covered in soot.
"They're in the other ambulance. Boy, you are the bravest kids I've ever seen." Pony shoke his head.
"We're not heroes. We're greasers."
"You're what?"
"Greasers. Take us to town, you'll find out soon enough." I leaned forward, and grabbed Ponyboy's arm. I don't know what made me do it, it was just like a reaction to knowing he was wanted for murder. "Dusty?" Ponyboy turned to face me. I was embarrassed, so I pulled hand away.
"Yeah. I'm here." Ponyboy grabbed my arm, which made me freak out, to be honest.
"Thanks." I glared down at him, but inside I was smiling and laughing.
"For what?" Even though Pony's face was covered in ashes, I could see a hint of pink on his cheeks.
"Just for being here." I turned my head and looked down, because my face was becoming very warm. Then the most shocking thing happened.
Pony boy's hand slid up to my face, and wrapped itself in my hair. Then he leaned up, and crushed his lips against mine. I felt my eyes go wide, my stomach was doing a million flip flops a minute.
"You shouldn't sit up." The paramedic said. Ponyboy crashed down on the stretcher, his face definitely red. I turned to give the lady a menacing glare, and then turned back to Pony. Smiling, I did the boldest thing I have ever done. I leaned down, and kissed him.
He really didn't have time to say anything, because we got to the hospital pretty quick. They said he was fine, and told him to stay in the waiting room. That's when he opened his mouth.
"Dusty, I…" I glanced at him, waited while he looked down, trying to find something to say.
"Ponyboy, what you did in the ambulance, I'm glad you did it." Pony looked up, shocked. I let out a little laugh and inched closer to him. "You seem surprised. Is it really that shocking that a Winston can lo…" I almost said it, but I didn't. "…can have emotions besides hate?" That was better. Pony just shook his head and smiled at me with dancing eyes. But his mossy eyes looked dead when Johnny went by on a stretcher. Dal was soon to follow.
"If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'm going to kill you." Dally pointed at Ponyboy. Then he locked his cold eyes with mine. "I'll deal with you later." Ponyboy crashed his head against the wall and pulled out a light. My nerves gave a jolt and I was franticly searching for a cigarette too.
The fat guy from the ambulance was giving us a lecture about smoking. I wasn't paying attention. When he finally shut up, Pony leaned back. Cautiously, I leaned my head against his shoulders. Ponyboy went stiff, but then relaxed. After a minute or so, he went stiff again, and jumped up, leaving my head crashing on the plastic chair.
While rubbing my head, I looked around for Pony, thinking I was going to make him a dead man. My eyes feel on Soda. He was hugging Ponyboy, and Darry was standing a few feet away, tears streaming down his face. It made me incredibly jealous. Why couldn't Dallas be like that? Why couldn't he just love me?
"Dusty, good to see you." Soda plopped down next to me. Darry sat down next to Sodapop, and Ponyboy sat on my other side. Tons of reporters asked The Curtis' questions, until nobody could process the questions. I could tell Soda and Darry were tired, and so was Pony. I was exhausted, getting up at six and it being eleven.
"Do you need a ride?" Dally offered his hand. I graciously took it, and he pulled me up. "Where to?" I thought about it for a minute.
"Buck's." I said. Darry shook his head in disapproval.
"No way that's happening. You're staying with us." Before I could protest, Darry grabbed me by the arm and lead me to a pick up truck. Soda and Darry loaded in the front, while me and Ponyboy sat in the back. It wasn't to long before him and I became a pile of snoring limbs.