I don't own the Outsiders... I bet I can type that with my eyes closed!
Chapter Six….
Dressed in flare blue jeans and a warm black jacket with her long blonde hair tied back in a high pony tail that swung as she walked, Kristina walked down the street. Again she carried her switchblade, this time it stuck out at the top of her ponytail but was disguised with a felt black rose she also stuck in. The sun was already starting to set and the sky was stained with the color of blood and purple.
She had stopped at a corner waiting for the car to pass but she was caught up in the beauty of the setting sky. Strong arms swiftly wrapped around her waist picking her a few feet off the ground. Kristina yelped startled, looking over her shoulder only to see Dally. "Hey there." he said before kissing her lips. "Hi yourself!" she said smiling her sexiest as he put her back down. "Where's your blade this time?" he asked mockingly. "My hair, behind the flower." she said dismissing his taunting, perching on hand on her hip. Raising an eyebrow he laughed, "Slick little thing you are." he said wrapping one hand around her waist. "Yea I know. Where are we going?"
"Movie a club whatever you want."
"Both sound good I think I like the club idea better…"
By then they had started walking, Dally's arm wrapped around Kristina's waist and his thumb hooked in her belt loop and she snuggled slightly into him. A small crowd was gathered by the park, as well as some police cars. Almost immediately as it came into view she felt Dally edgy. "Wonder what happened. Do you know?" she asked looking up at him, his face was stiff but he looked down at her and smiled softly. "Surprisingly no I don't."
A little ways after the park had disappeared behind them, Dally relaxed. "Dally what happened I know you know." Kristina said, with all those police something bad must had happened. "I told you I didn't." he said firmly his arm tensing. She stopped, he did too, she stared up at him lips pursed. "I know you know, this is your turf and you out of all people would know what was going on." she said, she wouldn't have bothered him if she didn't think it didn't involved him. "Kristina I told you I don't know!" he said firmly his arm leaving her waist digging in his coat pocket. "Where's you other jacket? That wasn't the one you wore yesterday." He didn't answer but instead exhaled deeply lighting a cigarette. "For somebody that's involved with the police so much I'm surprised you don't have an explanation…" she gasped softly and grabbed his wrist looking up at him wide eyes, lowering her voice she said softly "You didn't kill that one guy Shepard did you?" He looked at her wide-eyed just as surprised as she, "Hell no!" he said, by the way he said it she could tell he was getting annoyed. "Dally please tell me, I swear I won't tell anybody! And if it's that bad you can't tell me maybe I can help somehow…"
Taking a deep inhale on his cigarette he took her arm and led her into the closes ally way looking around it cautiously before he said anything. "Pony and Johnny killed a Socs yesterday night at the park, they came and found me after I left your house." he said barely over a whisper. She stared at him speechless. "Danmit I knew I shouldn't have told you…" he said running his blonde hand threw his hair. "No, no I won't tell but where are they?" she asked. "Out at a church in the country." he said looking around once more not being too detailed. "What, I mean why did they do it?"
"I'm going to see them probably tomorrow night…" he said starting to walk out of the ally. Kristina followed, she was sure her face was pale with shock. "I'm coming with you." He turned to look at her, "I don't think so." "I'm coming Dally like it or not, I'll think of a plan." she said firmly.
That night went by slowly and she bet Dally was regretting even telling her about it. When she did finally go home and try to go to sleep she couldn't, all night she tossed and turned and at five in the morning dressed in her pajamas and a blanket draped over her shoulders she went outside and sat on the back step watching the sunrise. Pony Boy and Johnny seemed like such nice kids they wouldn't deliberately kill somebody without some kind of taunting, she thought making a light cloud of warmth come from her mouth into the cold morning air. Staring at the sun she got an idea! Jumping up she went inside to plan it out more clearly.
It was Eleven Thirty in the afternoon; Kristina paced her bedroom floor with a cordless phone to her ear waiting for somebody to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey Jenna?"
"Oh hey Kristina! What's up?"
"I need you to do me a favor…"
Chapter Six is over already... man... lol...
