Chapter 4: The First Move
"A little angry aren't we?"
"Everyone gets angry every once in a while."
"But like that?"
"Yeah. Just wait til' the other that happens."
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Johnny knew he couldn't start acting tough right away. He would at least wait until tomorrow morning or so. He had to think of what to do first. Two-Bit then interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey Johnnycake. Doin' well?"
"Y-yeah. I'm doing a- a little better."
"Can you talk right?"
Johnny shook his head. It hurt for him to talk. His mouth hurt every time he opened it.
"Okay. Well. I'll leave you alone."
"W-wait!" Johnny nearly screamed.
Two-Bit turned around quickly. That was a little loud for Johnny. He had never spoken that loud. Two-Bit thought he was paranoid.
"What's up?"
"H-how do you s-steal things?"
"You mean how I can swipe things easy?"
Johnny nodded his head.
"Well. I just wait on the guy on the counter to not look. I just have quick hands like that. I mean. It's pretty simple to me."
Two-Bit walked out the room. Johnny was a little upset. That really wasn't a good explanation. Johnny really wanted to steal only thing right now. And that was a blade. Just about every hood carried around one, except for Pony. Darry would kill him if he found out he had one.
Johnny leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His body was getting better quickly. He decided that he would have to carry out his plan tomorrow, or tonight. Johnny closed his eyes and went to sleep. It wasn't that easy, though. He had to be prepared for what he was going to do.
Johnny woke up, and it was pitch black outside. Dally's leather jacket was over him. He tried to sit up, barely any pain. He was able to move around. Good. He needed to make his first move. He slid out of bed. No one was in Pony and Soda's room. They were either in the front and some of them had probably headed home. Johnny walked into the living room and paused right there.
Everyone was lying there on the floor in the living room. There was no way he could step over everyone and make it to the door. He decided that he would have to use the window.
Johnny stopped for a second and looked at his attire. It was too bright. He went back into Soda and Pony's room and searched through their closet. He was about Pony's size. Even if Johnny was two years older than him. Johnny found these black jeans and exchanged clothing. Now he needed something to cover his white T-shirt. He looked on the bed and grabbed Dally's jacket.
He put the jacket fully on and zipped up everything to hide his shirt. He also flipped the collar up. He looked like Dracula.
Johnny then climbed out of the window and landed in the grass. He shut the window carefully and left a crack so he could open it back up. He walked towards the knife store.
He walked through the cool night. He wasn't on Dally and Tim's level yet. This was just building up. He was going to demand his respect.
Johnny reached the knife place. He couldn't stick around this place long. He looked in the window. He could break it. But that would be too obvious. Johnny walked into the alley beside the store. Looking for a back door.
He found the back door. There was a small window. If he broke that. It shouldn't make too much noise. He found a spare brick and smashed through the window. He reached in and unlocked the door. He walked on in and started looking at the knives.
He had never been in the place before. And he had never seen this many knives before in his life. Which one should he choose?
He leaned against the glass case. The case slid off the table and hit a rack. The racks fell and made a domino effect. Johnny had realized what he had just done and the last rack fell and shattered through the front window. A couple of lights across the street cut on.
Johnny didn't waste any time. He grabbed a knife from the shattered case and ran through the back door. He climbed over the alley wall and took off towards the Curtis house. As he was running he jumped into the bushes.
He looked through to see cop cars speeding past him. That was close. As soon as they were gone, he made his way back to the Curtis house.
He climbed back into the room, and changed clothes. As he was putting his shirt on, he doubled over. His side and chest were hurting. He hadn't been fully healed yet. He got his shirt back on. But his head started spinning. He was getting dizzier and dizzier. All that running did not help him at all.
Johnny tried to make his way back to the bed, but blacked out. He fell out on the floor.