Sarah126: yeah, actually I searched for another song and there also came this one and it really fitted so much that I've to add this in here :)
by the way, I like the song, too
the idea with the dream came into me head after hearing the song/s "Stigmata" from "The 69 eyes" and another band called "Shaman" (same name of the song but still different)
well, um, no, I think they didn't, do they? well I don't know ;)
thanks, glad to hear that

9. Things are rough all over, aren't they?

But Johnny felt different somehow now. He didn't notice that he stared with wide opened eyes into space and he looked more than ever like a too often beaten up puppy that way.

There suddenly came a woman towards him and asked, "Oh, my boy, what's the matter with you?"

Johnny looked at the woman and answered quite confused, "I...I lost my friends! They were my life! And without 'em my life's miserable. I would cope without 'em, would forget 'em and now I wanna search a new life, but it's so hard to find it and even more to forget 'em, 'cause I miss 'em all so terrible..."

And tears ran down his cheeks.

This touched the woman so bad that she said, "Poor small one... Here you are! This couldn't replace any friends and also bring you a new life but it should show you that it's not everything against you. And there are still good people around you although you don't know me!"

She pressed a note into Johnny's hand.

"But..."

"No, please, take the money. You need it! You make me happy when you take it! Good luck!" the woman said and left.

At first Johnny looked behind the woman then at the money confused and slowly he understood what he had done just now.

"Gee, Johnny! That was really actin'! Congratulations!" Isabell said.

She watched together with the others this scene speechless, 'cause they didn't expect that!

"I wanna take my hat off, if I would have one! Respect! How'd ya do that? Ya must tell that!" Thomas admitted appreciative and nodded.

Johnny turned around and stared at the others. "But I don't wanna that she should give me any money! I didn't aim at it... I don't know what came over me to tell her also my life story! It simply came…"
Tears ran over his face again.
"What I've done?" he asked and looked at the others.

Patrick went to him, placed an arm on his shoulder and said, "I don't know if ya should know it but I tell ya anyway!
Ya know what Thomas said ya when ya dragged at his cigarette for the first here?
He said to ya that ya feel free after that and ya problems seemed to be dissolved.
But that's only why, 'cause there's a drug in the cigarettes. It was a Joint.
Ya simply can handle with the problems so much better then!
And exactly that happened with ya! It caused these feelings in ya that brought ya to this. Ya felt like as if ya..."

"...simply wanna and can hand over ya worries to someone else!" Johnny finished Patrick's sentence.

"Exactly what I would say with that!" Patrick meant grinning.

Johnny glanced skeptically.
He lamented his grief to the woman, but he didn't feel better with that anyhow. He still missed his buddies and there this small confession couldn't change anything on it as well.

"Well, I guess we 'earned' enough money for today!" Natalie said and looked to Johnny with that.

This one noticed the glance and replied, "I don't wanna keep the money! I give it ya!"

"That's certainty the last time ya say that! But anyway, very liberal of ya that ya wanna give it us! This wouldn't do everyone!" Ricky meant grinning and threw a sidelong glance to Thomas.

This one understood the hint and said, "Yeah, yeah, liberal? Ya just have to say that! Who always wanna keep his cigarettes and hate sharin' one?"

"Hey, I'm not at all! I like to share and most of all with my best friend." Ricky replied and gave his friend a friendly shove into his ribs.

"Those two! Always scuffle like small kids but still are best friends!" Patrick said with a shake of his head.

The others laughed.

„But don't worry, Johnny. We put all the money together." Patrick calmed him down.

So they walked home again.
In the evening they all sat again at the fire.

Isabell asked careful, "Johnny, who are ya friends ya talked 'bout with the woman?"

Johnny looked at them a moment and thought, "Ok. Why shouldn't I tell 'em? They deserve my fairness!
And when I could stay with 'em, I better should tell 'em the truth, before they're gonna hear it from somebody else who I am. Then better from me.
Though, who else should tell 'em?
I don't know here nobody except 'em...
But ya never know; ya always should be careful!
Well, maybe it really helps to talk 'bout 'em to forget 'em this way..."

So Johnny talked about his friends and told them that he was a Greaser, although those didn't have any idea what this would mean.
So Johnny explained it and told them everything; he talked about his buddies, his old man, the Socs, the Greasers...

And really, after he told it the others, he felt a bit better and believed that he could forget his 'former friends' and his previous life with help of his 'new friends'!

His fear at the beginning they would isolate and chase him away if they would know about his true living was quite unfounded.
They liked him this way he was. It didn't matter if he was now a Greaser or not.
They didn't mind at all.

Then they went to bed again.

"Maybe here's really the place where are just humans, quite ordinary humans, no Socs, no Greasers..." Johnny thought when he lay on the mattress, which they got for him.

But he knew exactly that this wasn't true.
It wasn't here that quiet like he wanted.
It was rough here, too. Even the fact that this Enrico - who Johnny didn't know personal until up to now yet - oppressed his new friends, showed that it wasn't peaceful here, too.

But he still fell asleep sometime and slept much better than the night before.