Hey, hey! Here's chapter five!
Dally was outside smoking a cigarette when he heard the door open then slam shut. He didn't bother to turn around to see who it was, figuring he'd find out soon enough.
"Dally?" A soft voice asked. Dally turned his head to the familiar voice that belonged to Johnny.
"Hey, kid."
"You're really going to New York?" Johnny asked. Dally sighed.
"I have to."
"But, why?" Johnny questioned.
"'Cause when you're in an organized gang like the Jets, you're in it 'till death."
"You mean if you don't go they'll kill you?"
"Nah. I mean I have to go. The Jets need a leader…I'm the only Jet that can do it."
"Why?"
"I don't know…I just am. It's what Riff would have wanted."
"Okay…" Johnny said not knowing what else to say. He went back inside. Dally sighed.
"Hey, Winston!" Dally looked up to see the angry face of Tim Shepard.
"Yeah, Shepard?"
"What the fuck! You comin' over and tellin' my sister you're movin'."
"Yeah, Tim. I have to."
"Because…"
"My old gang in New York needs a new leader. That's me."
"Oh, really?" A sly grin appeared on Tim's lips. "Dallas Winston, a gang leader?"
"That's right, buddy-boy." Dally said. He then thought, "Oh, great! I'm not even in New York yet, and I'm already starting to talk like a Jet."
"Buddy-boy?" Tim asked. Dally shook his head.
"Don't ask. It's something we said in New York…" Tim shook his head and sat next to Dally.
"So, New York, huh? You wanna go back?" Dally smiled.
"Well, yeah, I guess…at first I didn't. But I miss New York. I miss the gang. In New York…well, I was part of a real gang, the best gang! The Jets! The Jets need me now. What can I do? I have to go." Tim nodded. He understood.
"Well, I gotta go." Tim stood. "Find me before you leave, huh?" Dally nodded. Dally was about to go back inside when Johnny came back outside. An idea struck him.
"Hey, Johnny," Dally said. "Wanna come to New York with me?"
Okay time for a vote. Johnny stay in Tulsa, or Johnny go with Dally? It's up to you! Thanks,
Ale and Hope