*Hello, people of the fan fiction world! My last chapter…my original idea of it was absolutely terrible, and I'm glad I changed it, even though I nearly cried writing it. It's hard writing about Johnny's character, even though sometimes it might not seem that sad what it's talking about, but…idk. Hard to explain. Now, to answer my lovely reviews!

Fire Fairy Ember-LOL putting myself into situations is what I do best! Not really…LOL. Thank you for reviewing!

ExtremeWriter-LOL this Dallas…he's not very nice! My friend thinks he's anti-social. He's kinda scary looking and no one talks to him and he doesn't talk. I want to but I'm really scared! Yes, at first I was debating when I thought that up…but then I realized that it's Johnny's dad we're talking about, that man is messed up I know, I haven't wrote about Dally in so long. I couldn't think of much to do with him, because I didn't want to neglect him, LOL. Good idea, I can see him saying that! Oh! You mean this * ? I use those all the time!

Dramaholic74-I know, it killed me to write about that! I would have done what Carrie Anne had done, I was actually thinking about what I would have done. I probably wouldn't let go though, I'd be like "Don't cry! Please don't cry!" LOL. Thank you for reviewing and I'm glad you liked the chapter!

XxEyelinerHeartsxX-That's a good idea, Two-Bit deserves it, LOL! Thank you, I'm glad you like it! Thanks for reviewing!

Miscellaneous Rhett-I'm going to have a lot of very late updates these days :D I love writing for Charlene. It's so fun for me :D I'm glad my characterization is good, no one wants an extremely talkative Johnny or a happy little elf sort of Dallas unless it's something on purpose, LOL! Yes…I believe I will do that with the threats… and after you hug the crap out of Dally, he will get very angry because I don't think Dally likes hugs. LOL thank you for reviewing!

Celestra-I know, I hate those kinds of stories too. They're so unrealistic. And Johnny could never really be sarcastic. I think it'd be so hard for him to break out of his shy little self, and I probably wouldn't love him as much if he did that I am glad my story makes you squee, LOL. I LOVE the time period this is in, it's one of the reasons I adore writing Outsiders fan fiction, because besides my knowledge already, I love researching. I was near tears while I was writing Johnny's little breakdown. I know, I love broken boys so much! Thank you for reviewing and I'm glad you're still loving the story!

cold-wet-nights-I'm glad you like the story! OH MY GOSH I wish I was in your class! There's a boy who looks a little like Johnny in my American History class and my Health class…he's shy around me because he's freaked out by me, but around everyone else he talks a bit LOL. Thank you for the review!

SilverStorm06-thank you! I'll try to put Dallas in a little more. Thank you for the review!

And now the eleventh(is it right? Eleven? IDK, I've been writing this story for going on three months now and I don't even know how many chapters it is yet…)chapter of Rebel Yell. Enjoy!

I woke up to the door opening and slamming, and a small gasp of "Oops!" I mentally rolled my eyes. That had to be my mother, but I hoped to God that she didn't wake up Johnny. I cracked one eye open, and my mom was taking her shoes off. She looked up at me and I waved.

I motioned to Johnny and tried to do sign language. I pointed at him, closed my eyes and opened them with a look of surprise on my face, and shook my head. She gave me a blank look after trying to decipher what I was trying to say. I sighed, got up, took her wrist and dragged her into the kitchen.

"Please, don't wake him up!" I said in a low voice, trying to control the exasperation in my voice. I could be awful impatient in the morning, especially when people weren't on the same page as me. It's the only time of the day that I'm not jumping for joy.

"Oh," my mother replied, beginning to make some tea. She looked dead tired. "Why didn't you say so?" I shrugged. She gave me a questioning look. "Not that I don't object to Johnny being over here, but is there a particular reason he is?"

I thought for a second. I couldn't tell her about what Johnny's dad had done. So I decided to tell some of the truth. "Rough night. He…" I paused. "Wasn't feeling too hot." Technically, that was true. After he got done crying, he didn't look too good. Like he was coming down with something.

My mom nodded understandingly. "Okay. I'm gonna hit the sack too, he wasn't the only one who had a rough night. It was pretty busy up at the hospital." She sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"I still don't get how you can sleep with the sun shining in your face." She smiled at me.

"You get used to it after a while. How was last night?" She sat down at the table to drink her tea.

"It was fun. Went to the sock hop after the movie for a little while, and I danced with Johnny."

"What did Charlene do?" A little smile was playing on my mom's lips, as if she already knew.

"Got Sodapop to dance with her." My mom grinned. "She's attached to him."

"He's going on with the blonde girl, Sandy. She's so sweet. I met her one day when she was hanging out with Soda at the gas station and he was fillin' up the car. They seem so happy. Char better watch out."

I laughed quietly. I was glad that I could talk to my mom about almost anything. Most girls don't feel comfortable talking to their moms, but my mom was like my best friend. I had told her everything…everything except Johnny's home life, which wasn't entirely necessary…

"What are you gonna do today?" She asked me as she washed out her mug.

"I don't know. Let Johnny sleep…maybe go over to Curtis' if he feels like it…" I replied. She nodded.

"I'm goin' to bed. Night, Carrie Anne. I mean…morning." It makes me feel better to know my mom has the same bad sense of humor as I do. I smiled, just to make her think she was being funny. "I love you." She padded up the stairs, and I went back out into the living room.

A half an hour later, once the sun fully hit Johnny's tan face, he begun to stir and his black eyes opened. "Hey." I greeted. "How do you feel? You seemed…not well last night." Carrie Anne! Why would you say a thing like that? Of course he wasn't well, his dad threatened to kill him!

He shrugged. "Sleep good?" He nodded, I guess he didn't feel like talking today, and I didn't blame him. He did look worn out though. "Wanna stop by and see the guys later?" He nodded. "Cool. Come on, you must be hungry." He followed me into the kitchen.

"Okay…so we have leftover French toast…cereal…" I found something in a bag in our pantry that was most unidentifiable…and it smelled really weird…"I don't know what the heck that is, might as well throw it away…um…oh, oh and peanut butter…and oatmeal…I'm gonna have oatmeal, what do you want?" He shrugged. I looked at him. "Johnny, if you don't choose I will choose for you, and what if it's something you don't like?" He smiled a tiny, shy smile.

"I want oatmeal too." I kissed him on the cheek.

"Yay! You talked! I was worried that the Beatles had broke into my house and captured your voice in a jar!" He chuckled, and I was glad Johnny wasn't all not happy.

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"Hello, Curtis family…and company," I greeted as I walked into the Curtis house. The first thing I did was hit Two-Bit upside the head as hard as I could. (A/N: Thanks XxEyelinerHeartsxX)

"Ow! What was that for?" he hollered, rubbing his head.

"That's for last night, smarty!" I walked over and sat next to Dallas. "Ain't my little sister a doll?" His eyes narrowed at my mention of her.

"Sure, Dallas just loved her! Especially when he was dancing with Sylvia last night, she comes up and says, 'You're pretty! Why're you dancing with him?'" Soda answered for him. I held back laughter, I could see that happening in my head. Sylvia scared me. She was an angry blonde chick who was a huge sl*t. Even I felt bad for Dallas for dating her. For Dallas! Why would I feel bad for Dallas Winston?

"Alright, Johnnycake?" Ponyboy asked him. Johnny nodded. So far, his little choice of breakfast was all he'd said all day. Even normal, shy, silent Johnny would have at least talked to his best friend. I didn't think he was feeling too good. I make good predictions.

"Dinner is served!" Soda called from the kitchen.

"What is it this time? Pink eggs and ham?" Steve asked.

"Close! Caramel spaghetti!" Soda replied, bringing out a tray of something steaming and smelling like caramel. My eyes grew wide. Instead of tomato sauce, he'd used caramel sauce. And he didn't put any meat in. It was just cooked noodles and caramel sauce. I didn't even know someone, even Soda, could think up something as creative as that.

"Okay, I want some of that." I informed him, pointing at it.

Soda clapped his hands and grinned. "Thank you, Carrie Anne! At least SOMEONE is enthusiastic!" he answered, the last part directed at his friends and brothers who were staring at the food as if it were some disgusting bug. It honestly looked good. Soda gave me a plate of it and I sat down next to Johnny.

I took a bite. "This is really good!" I complimented. "Good job, Soda!" I turned to Johnny. "Want some?" He shook his head. "Come on, honey, you haven't barely eaten anything all day! You barely touched your breakfast and didn't eat any lunch…"

"Is Johnny going anorexic?" Two-Bit gasped. He ran over and grabbed Johnny by the shoulders. "COME ON, MAN! THERE'S BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN THAT!" Johnny's eyes were huge, and he looked kind of dizzy after Two-Bit shook him like that.

"Hey, drama queen. Let him go before I bop ya," Dallas drawled. He was staying away from Soda's strange dinner too. Two-Bit stuck his tongue out at him and Dallas promptly socked him in the stomach. While he was doubled over, Dallas gave a mean laugh. "I warned him, didn't I?"

"Wow, Dal must be havin' a real good day," I heard Ponyboy say under his breath. I couldn't have said it any better myself. Dallas would have nearly killed him for being like that to Johnny because Dallas was a hothead. But sometimes, Dallas could be a relatively kind hothead to Johnny, but he basically ignored me.

But then, we heard banging on the door. I looked around, and everyone seemed just as surprised as me. "BOY! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" a slurring voice yelled. Everyone seemed to know who that was, even though I had no idea. "Go hide in my room," Ponyboy told Johnny. Johnny, his face white with fear, scampered off to Pony and Soda's room.

"What's going on? Is it the fuzz?" I guessed.

"SHHH! No, Carrie Anne, it ain't the fuzz!" Soda replied, whispering. Suddenly, there was a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"It's not Johnny's dad, is it?"

"Naw, it's MARILYN MONROE! Of course it's him, now shut up ya dumb broad!" Dallas shushed me. I ran to Ponyboy's room, and Johnny was curled up on the bed, holding his breath. He jumped when I came in.

I slipped my arm around his waist as he sat up. "It's gonna be okay," I told him, whispering. "Everything's gonna be fine."

But then, the door burst open. "WHERE'SSSSSS THE BOY! I KNOW HE'S HERE!" someone half-slurred, half yelled. My heart about burst, it was beating so fast. I was so close to Johnny I could about feel his pulse. His heart was racing and he began to shake. I put my arms around him.

"He ain't here," someone drawled. Wait…is that…Dallas? "Just missed him." He lied. Well, Dallas is good for one thing: lying to murder-wanting drunken parents.

"I'M GONNA KILL THAT BOY WHEN I SEE HIM! I'LL KILL HIM!" That same, harsh voice hollered. I looked at Johnny, and though his eyes were squeezed shut, he was crying out of sheer fear.

"Oh, Johnny…" I whispered. He whimpered softly. "It's okay. You're here, it's okay." So many terrible things were happening to Johnny…I felt so bad for him. I didn't blame him for crying.

"Get outa here!" I heard Darry yell. I heard stumbling and muttering, "I'm gonna kill him when I get my hands on him…" in a drunken, slurred voice that I'd heard from my dad before and the door slammed. I could sort of relate to Johnny, but of course, I'd never been beaten or threatened.

After a minute, Darry came in the room. "Johnny?" He put a large hand on Johnny's shaking back. "It's okay, man, he's gone. You're stayin' here tonight." Johnny nodded slowly. "Do you want to be alone?" He nodded again, his eyes still not opening. I decided to follow Darry out.

I looked at the clock, it was around seven. I felt very uncomfortable in here after what had just happened. I was now terrified of Johnny's dad. "Um…I should probably go," I told Darry in the hall.

He nodded, he seemed to understand. "Do you want a ride? It's dark, I don't think your mama would like you walkin' at night all alone…" I nodded. "I'll get Soda to give you a ride."

"Okay. I'll go say bye to him." Darry started to go back out into the living room. "Darry?" He turned around, and out of random, I hugged him. "Thank you." I said into his shoulder. Once I broke away, he smiled at me sadly. He looked like the older brother I'd always wanted.

"No problem, Carrie Anne."

I went back into the room, and Johnny was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. I went and sat down next to him. "Hey. I'm leaving." I lifted his chin up and looked into his tear-filled black eyes. I kissed him tenderly, and when it broke, I hugged him. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He whispered. I put my hand on his cheek and I brushed his tears away.

"Everything's gonna be okay. And you might want to go out into the living room later on, because it is so quiet in there and they are all scared for you," I advised. I smiled at him and went outside where Soda was waiting in the car.

*Hey, people! I know…wasn't that good. Please, don't be brutal! EVERYONE GO SEE TWILIGHT AT MIDNIGHT ON THURSDAY! Well..since it's midnight I guess it would be on Friday, but that doesn't matter! I'm going with my friend. TEAM JACOB FOREVER!

Jenna*