Yay chapter 4! I'm giving another attempt for detail for MrsHoldenCaulfield. Wow, im tired. It's almost 2 in the morning. I kinda got inspiration from the book with the part where Pony gets jumped, but I tried to make it seem like I took nothing...so it's EXTREMELY crappy.

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I didn't see Johnny for the rest of the day. Or the next 3 days? I was getting worried since he'd usually come over sooner or later, or I would see him hanging down at the pool hall, or the lot, or just walking along the streets somewhere. He was nowhere. And that could only ever mean one thing... He was at home.

I walked down to his place. It was probably about 8:30 at night. The cold was beginning to settle in and the cool breeze was sending my whole body into small goosebumps.

I was only wearing my navy blue, shirtless t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans. I should of put on a jacket. I could almost hear Darry in the back of my mind saying, "you never use your head."

It was so quiet it was disturbing. I felt like I was walking down the street of a deserted town, only seeing the stray piece of crumpled up paper fly out of the trash and dance around on the road every now and then. I guess sort of like tumbleweed in those old western movie when there was complete silence, or some tension building dramatic scene about to occur, like a good ol' shoot out.

I was soon passed the lot so I was really close to Johnny's house. But then a heard the rumbling sound of a car engine coming down the street, soon followed by the headlights, then the actual car.

The radio was cranked up so loudly that I felt the rumble of the bass line bounce in my body.

It was a blue Mustang so obviously it was a soc. Unless it was a greaser who had stolen the car. But I don't think they would bring that much attention to themselves by turning up the music so loud. Or be driving so slowly...Maybe it's someone I know because they're pulling up next to me?

They undid the window. Smoke poured out. Nope I didn't know them. And nope they weren't greasers. Seems like the perfect time to make a run for it...

But for some reason I remained still, like a deer caught in headlights.

5 of them got out. A blonde guy wobbled side to side as he walked towards me, "hey, grease!"

I stared at them circling around me. Pictures of when Johnny was beaten up began filling my mind. He was lucky to even be alive. And he was branded forever with that scar on his face, to remind us forever that we had almost lost him.

Oh man, they were all drunk. The smell of liquor was so strong on them I bet I could get drunk off it.

They were all probably 17 or 18, and there was 5 of them! And much bigger then little ol' 14 year old me. What I'm basically trying to see is...THIS IS TOTALLY UNFAIR!!!!!!!!

But I had no way to escape, which was my fault since I practically had a huge sign on my forehead screaming, "jump me".

Oh, why didn't I run? They were cussing me out low and snickering to each other.

I gulped and really began to panick. One yelled grab him, and I was pushed down to the ground.

Everything seemed like a blur. Like it wasn't real. Maybe somehow this was a dream just twisting with reality?

I said the first thing that my mind could get a grip of, "get off!"

One was sitting on my back and it hurt like hell. He held down my wrists so I couldn't thrash around. I gave it a shot but it was hard since I was down on my chest.

They were laughing. Their voices blurred out and for some reason I could hear other things much clearer. Like the sound of a switchblade being flicked out.

I felt the sharp coldness of it held against the back of my neck.

"You know...we could kill him right now and he wouldn't even see it coming."

"Hey, leave the kid alone!"

I didn't recognise the voice. It was sort of slurred.

But the soc's took off running down the street anyway.

I was hauled up to my feet.

"Are you hurt, Pony?"

It was Dally.

"Dally! How did you scare off all the soc's!" I said grinning ear to ear I was so happy I was saved. But although I was happy that they hadn't had a chance to hurt me, I was still shooken up by it, and kind of shaking.

He hadn't noticed though and pulled out a gun.

I jumped back quickly, gasping, "Dally! That's a gun!"

Dally smirked, "no shit, Sherlock." He shrugged, "it's not loaded though. I only use it to scare."

I sighed heavily with relief. He laughed and put it back in his pocket.

"I was headin' down to The Dingo. You wanna come?"

"I was actually gonna go see Johnny."

"He can come too. Lets go get him."

I felt more confident with Dally with me now. This way definitely no one would jump me. Even the soc's knew 'bout Dally's reputation down at the police station.

We walked up Johnny's porch and knocked on the door.

A short woman with long black hair and cold black eyes opened the door. She glared at us, and went to slam the door, but Dally put out his hand and held it open.

"Johnny home?" He asked, full of confidence.

I stayed quiet and looked down at my feet. Johnny's mum scared me to tell the truth. I remember when I used to go to Johnny's house when we were little, his mum would just give me this hurtful glare, as if she could read my mind.

She gave me the creeps.

She screwed up her nose, looking as if she was about to sneeze, then nodded. "He's upstairs in his room."

She opened the door for us. Dally stepped inside and I followed behind. But as I passed his mum leaned into my ear and said in a low voice, "his father will be home in half an hour."

I looked at her nervously and nodded.

She said nothing else and walked away into another room.

That was strange? Was that supposed to be a warning? A warning that I should get out before he comes home? Or maybe it was a warning to get Johnny out of the house?

Dally and me walked up the creaky staircase. I hadn't been inside Johnny's house in so long. But everything seemed so familiar. Like when you watch a movie that you really liked when you were a kid, but haven't seen it since and you annoy everyone by saying all through it, "OH YEAH! I remember that!!"

We opened his door.

He was laying on his bed asleep. He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of jeans...I wanted to remember this sight for the rest of my life. God, im such a perv.

Dally sat on the end of his bed and shook his legs, "Johnny...Johnnycake..."

I closed the door and leaned against the wall.

He looked so peaceful. And he had the cutest little smile on his lips.

He sighed happily.

"He looks like he's having a nice dream," I whispered to Dally, "lets just go. I don't wanna disturb him."

"Ponyboy..." Johnny said.

I looked over at him. Did I wake him up? Or...was he dreaming about me?

"Hey, Johnny," Dally shook him again.

Johnny rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes.

"Get up," Dally said.

Johnny's eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly. He was breathing heavily.

He sighed with relief when he saw Dally, "oh, its just you. I thought you were my dad."

"He wont be home for another half an hour," I informed him.

Johnny looked over at me. He looked down quickly, "oh, you're here too."

What's that supposed to mean?! Did I do something wrong? Or upset him? Or make him angry? Or did I just take it the wrong way?

"Yeah," I said quietly and quietly sighed.

He ran his hand back through his hair and layed back down.

Man, he was so slim. But I had a slight build to him. God, he looked so irresistible right now.

Him and Dally were talking. I couldn't hear them over my own thoughts. I wished Johnny would put on his t-shirt, or that I could break eye contact from his delicious looking tanned body... I wanted him so badly it was unbearable!!

I couldn't understand what was wrong with me?! It felt like only last week I could look at him as just my friend. Just another guy. But now all I wanted to do was kiss him. I didn't care anymore that he was a boy or my best friend. He was single, I was single...we're perfect for each other!

But would he see it like that? Would he hate me if he knew how I felt for him? Or how badly I wanted to pull him close to me and never let him go?

I looked around uncomfortably, itching to get out of here. His room smelt like...him. It smelled of his sweat, his hair grease, his smelly sneakers, and other things I had no idea what they were.

His window had no curtains? But his bed and various clothes seemed to be the only thing in his room.

Then I saw what his window made direct view at. A peach tree!!!

I noticed behind the creaky old swings that there was a peach tree. There is no peach tree in the park so that's what makes my dream even more confusing.

It was so scary! It was the EXACT same! Down to every single peach on its branches!

This dream is going to drive me crazy! What's it supposed to mean?! Johnny wore the blue t-shirt, got pink paint splattered on him, and there's a peach tree outside his window.

Not only did I think all the things were somehow linked to my dream, but for some reason they were all also linked to Johnny?

Was this dream telling me something about Johnny?

"Ponyboy? Ponyboy!!"

I snapped back to reality.

Dally and Johnny were staring at me.

"I've been saying your name for 10 minutes! Do you want to go down to the drive-ins or not?!" Dally was really angry at me. He hated to be ignored. A second later he probably would have started shaking me, or hit me. But Johnny being here was probably the reason why he hadn't touched me.

"Yeah," I nodded.

He stood up and grabbed a t-shirt for Johnny. He threw it over to him and walked past me saying, "lets go."

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That's it for tonight. Took me like 3 days to write this one. Hopefully it's more detailed and got more of Pony's thoughts.