The Outsiders is not owned by me


Chapter Nine…

PonyBoy and Johnny turned to each other, both looking rather nice in their new jackets and hair cut. "I was thinking… they couldn't give you the death penalty if it was self defense… and it was, wasn't it?" she said still staring up at the ceiling. "Yea they where holding Pony down and where gonna try and kill me!" Johnny claimed loudly. "It's okay Johnny!" Dally said, looking as if he was about to laugh. "So, you just have to say it was self defense…" she said breaking the trance and looking towards Johnny and Pony. "And they'll believe them?" Dally said in a sarcastic matter. "We need a witness." Pony said, his eyes gleaming, they might actually be able to get out of this! "Yes, that's where I'll come in. I'll say I was walking home from the movies, and I saw the beginning and then I went to run for help, which is where Dally or somebody else can come in and say I ran to get help then by the time we got back only you two and the other guy left." "And they'll ask why we didn't come to the cops in the first place." Johnny said disappointedly. "Because, we are kids, scared and didn't know what to do." she said matter-o-factly. "So what are all us just going to waltz into the police office and tell 'em?" Pony asked, he too seeming to doubt the plan now. "Me and Dally will go once we get back to Tulsa, And tell them the story, we won't tell them where you are just yet, Dally or somebody could come get you and we'll probably go to court or something." Yes, she did have this plan plotted out real well. "We can't afford a lawyer." Johnny said as she mentioned court. "We'll figure something out." Kristina said.

The train rumbled gently on in the darkness. Kristina stared out into the darkness, sitting next to Dally. She thought her mind should be focused on the most part of their plan, but it wasn't. It was more on her feelings, a dizzy feeling, almost sick like, whirling about in her stomach. I feeling she hadn't felt before, a feeling that she yearned to feel every minute for the rest of her life. What if Johnny was right, what if Dallas Winston couldn't love anybody or thing? Would this feeling just go away? Or would it turn more painful as the days went by that she knew she couldn't get him to fell the way she felt about him.

"Dally…" she whispered softly. "Hmmm?" She didn't reply. What she started talking to this guy about four days ago and already was falling in love? "What Kristina?" he repeated a few moments after. "Dally…" she paused, unsure about how to put this, "Have you ever loved anything?" He shifted his weight, both of their eyes focused on the blurred darkness in front of them. "I had a dog… she was probably the closest thing I ever really loved." "A dog…" she repeated, and it wasn't even loved, just closest. "Yup, a dog, had her when I was growing up, she got ran over by a car though." he said, looking down at her. "I never had a dog, only thing I ever had was my horses, their not even all the way mine, only half…" The sickness in her stomach grew worse and she grimaced, not even noticing he was looking down at her. "How bout you… have you ever loved anything?" he asked.

"Me? Yea I love a lot of things…"

"Like what?"

"Like my horses, my family." she paused and added with a little laugh, "and food, I love pasta and any kind of potato."

"Anything else?" she looked up towards him, looking straight into his ice blue eyes. Eyes of coldness and toughness that shown with a type of tenderness towards her. "Yea, lots of things…" she repeated, quickly dismissing the thought of telling him her true thoughts.

Minutes of silence pasted, Kristina was just about to drift into a snooze before Dally started talking. "I love the gang, breaking the laws, fighting…." he said out of no where. "Huh?" she asked him sleepily. "You asked me if I loved anything." he said tensing up a little. "Stating the obvious." she replied, some what bitterly.

"Do you want me too?"

"Want you to do what?"

"State the obvious?"

"I was being sarcastic."

His rough hands, that probably caused blood to spill over a hundred times, skimmed the side of her face, tilting her face towards him. She was forced to stare back into his eyes, those wonderful eyes. "I love your eyes, I love your attitude." he paused, his other hand brushing her hair away from her face, "I love your hair, I love the way you carry yourself." he paused again, for a longer time, both of them staring each other in the eye. "I love you…" A smile slowly formed onto her face. "I love you too." she said leaning forward kissing him on the lips. Then they repeated what happened on the first night, except this time in a more passionate way, of course deleting the part where they almost got caught.