A/N: Hey all, I've been having some writer's block recently, and I might take a break from this story and update my other one. Sorry if this chapter isn't that good, and also I feel bad for leaving you guys off with a cliffhanger, but I guess that's the only way to make you guys anticipate and stay here. Thanks.
-Keruise
February 22, 1964
''Back off! You want some more?''
''We're ditching! Let's get out of here!''
Johnny felt someone dragging his shoulders, and his vision went black once more.
''Wake up! Wake up!'' someone shook Johnny.
''What do you want?'' Johnny groaned.
''Kid, we're going home, get up,'' Two-Bit helped Johnny up. Johnny looked around the place, the evening sky was setting in and they were in an alleyway. Johnny got up and walked with Two-Bit to his car. Johnny got in the car and looked at Two-Bit starting up the old car. ''Start you piece of…'' Two-Bit grunted. The car finally revved up and he started driving to Greaser territory.
''What happened man?'' Johnny asked.
''I broke a pop bottle and fought them off for you. Ain't I your knight? Those Socs get what they get. Damn, that Soc kicked you real good though,''
Johnny nodded and then sighed. ''You idiot man,''
''What? Everything went smooth as Ponyboy's mom's chocolate cake.'' Two-Bit laughed.
''He had a background check on you and everything man,''
''Shoot, bad luck,''
''And you wrote your paper yourself man, you shoulda got Pony to read it, or make it.''
''Okay, I did mess up there,''
Johnny sighed and chuckled, looking out the window.
''Well, anyways. I got something real, good!'' Two-Bit said.
''What is it?''
''Another learning experience, this time with Dallas, because I am hungry and the Mickey Mouse marathon is comin' on.'' Two-Bit laughed as he pulled up to Johnny's house.
''Get a change of clothes kid,''
''Sure,'' Johnny said as he got out the car and Two-Bit sped off. He went inside his house to hear his parents in the kitchen. Johnny went to his bedroom and took off his suit, hanging it up. He put on black jeans and a black t-shirt and a black jacket and some black shoes. He messed up his hair and put it covering the side of his face. He walked out the house to quiver in fear, a blue Mustang rolled by, but it didn't seem to notice him. Johnny quivered in fear as the Mustang stopped, but drove off again.
He heard the same engine that he recognized, Dally's T-Bird.
Dally pulled up to the side of the curb with some music blasting. ''Hop in!''
Johnny quickly ran inside as Dally made a horrible U-Turn and bumped into a tree in Johnny's front yard and sped off. ''So what are we doing Dal?''
''Shoot kid, this is some serious stuff. You want to get into some business man?''
''Just tell me!'' Johnny complained to the deep-voiced Greaser.
''All right fine, we got ourselves a deal,''
''A drug deal?''
''Yeah, some hippie wants some weed or some shit like that. I couldn't give a shit. I stole the product from Tim Shepard.'' Johnny's hand started shaking as he remembered the cat-like Tim.
''He's all right man,'
''He hates me,''
''Don't worry,''
''So… how much is this for?''
''Shoot, like 100 bucks or somethin' like that.''
''Can I get some money?'' Johnny begged, looking at Johnny, his usual dark eyes gleaming.
''Jeez kid, you put me in some trance. Sure… whatever. What you need cash for? I'll give you 10 percent…''
As Johnny started multiplying in his head how much that was, Dally took out a cigarette and smoked it. He pulled up to an alleyway where some hippie was. He was wearing a bright colored t-shirt, and he had long hair. Not tough hair, just weird afro-ish hair. He was wearing black aviators and he had two fingers up in the air.
''We doing this or not?'' Dally asked as he got out the car with Johnny.
''Chill out bro, I didn't say nothing.''
Johnny went to the other side of him as Dally went to his left side. ''Should a 12 year old really be here?''
''I ain't-''
''Shut it, Johnny. You're making this longer than it needs to be.''
Johnny opened his mouth to argue, he only said two words.
Dally reached for his blue jeans and gave a shocked look. ''Toe head, do you have the product or not?''
''Shoot, I forgot it.''
''Aw hell no! This is bull!'' the hippie did a little spin and kicked Dally right in the stomach.
He was imitating some karate moves when Dally ran up to him and tackled him. ''Help me get him John!'' Dally grunted as he pinned the hippie to the ground.
The guy socked Dally right in the face and right as Johnny was going to kick him, he grabbed him by the leg and threw him right to the concrete.
Suddenly, sirens started coming. ''Fuck you! You prick!'' Dally yelled as the hippie started running. ''We're getting our money!''
Dally started running and Johnny started chasing him along with him. He came to a halt when a police car screeched their brakes and a cry was let out. The hippie had been hit by the police car. ''Yeah!'' Dally quickly ran to the hippie's pockets and took out a wallet.
''Hey! Get back here!'' a police officer yelled
''Let's split!''
Johnny's heart raced, there was two of them, how could they split? Johnny ran through an alleyway and found himself losing the police. He sighed as he walked around aimlessly. Soon enough he made it to Ponyboy's house.
Suddenly, someone bumped into him, Johnny looked up to see Ponyboy crying, he fell on the floor. ''Woah, Pone, what's wrong?'' Johnny asked.
''My parents! My parents Johnny! They're… they're dead!''
