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ZiggyGurl: Hopefully oblivious Stephanie will become un-oblivious lol. I don't think that's a word, oh well. Hope you like this chapter.
horrorpop: I rather him cheat on Summer with Stephanie instead of some random chiky, don't you? Lol.
Miru Amai: All guys are oblivious idiots, really they are!
Music Insane Doll: I love the book Go Ask Alice, and yeah it is a movie, I have it. It's made in the 70's so it's kinda weird, but it's still good, book is way better though.
Twitch in my eye: Aw thanks! Hope you like this chapter.
Dreamer for lyf: Yeah Dally's deserves a spanking lol. Yeah "Gonzo" does have a thing for Stephie as we can see with his corny "pick-up line".
Eternal Dragon101: I'm glad you like where this story was going, cause when I started it, and even when I decided to write a sequel while writing This Lullaby, I knew where I was going to start with this story, but had no idea where to go. Then when I was writing like the second chapter, and half watching the movie Go Ask Alice I figured they could be like drug addicts or something lol. I'm just figuring out where I could go with this story, but still not sure where I will be going with it. I just hope you like it : ) lol.
cute-amiga: We are very dramatic aren't we, always blowing things out of proportions. Plus when a hot guy flirts with you, we should have enough sense to play along lol. And thanks for wishing my luck on my recital, I'm in a butt load of dances and sort of nervous about it!
blackmagic111090: Yep she's a druggie, she's turned to the Dark Side key Star Wars music. Lol, and I meant for that babysitting line to be a bit corny. : ).

Chapter 5: Dreams

Despite Gonzo's efforts, I have never hooked up with him. I never will either, not unless I lose all my sanity. I have been buying Acid off him for the past two months. I've started taking larger doses, and getting high more often. I only do it to take away the pain. All the pain that Dally gives to me when he looks at that Season bitch...I mean Summer. I think he's trying to kill me. He looks at her, then winks at me. It's a big game to him, a big joke. I tell you he's going to push me to an overdose.

Belle's gotten a bit better. We're home now and she's happy, being with Two-Bit. He's so sweet to her, like the other day, he made her a picnic in the empty lot. I always loved Two-Bit, in a platonic way of course.

Amanda's the same, but I'm fearing I might be using the drugs more than her. Steve keeps her busy most days and she doesn't find the time to get high. And when she's bored she writes more songs. Lately they've been mushy loves songs. Sage, Belle, and her like them. It's just me that's not into them. When you don't feel loved you don't want to sing about it.

Sage and Johnny are the cutest almost married couple in the world. The only reason they aren't is because Johnny's parents won't sign permission. They don't want anything to do with him, or Bethany. So in a year they're getting married. I've never seen Sage happier.

Bethany's quite the hyper one. She keeps everyone busy, chasing her around, playing with her, teaching her things. She's a cutie pie and looks just like her daddy. She loves Johnny too, more than Sage does. Soda's taken a liking to her, and she to him.

"My magazine wants to do an interview with you guys. The editor himself, Ralph Gummings, he wants to hear you guys play a new song. I'll be here of course," Summer smiled, as she sipped some lemonade Sage made. She's been hanging out at our place a lot, and bringing Dally. Whoopie.

"That sounds awesome," Belle looked up from her new guitar.

"So do you guys have any new songs? I'd like to here them, and I can tell you which one to play. If you girls don't mind. My editor's pretty picky, and I know what he'll like."

"Well we have a few new songs, Steph's a busy little beaver, locking herself in the room and doing God knows what, but coming out with ten billion songs," Amanda smirked at me. I arched an eyebrow, something my brother taught me to do when I was a baby.

"Well we're love to here one," Dally spoke brightly. I hated when he did that.

"If you must," I replied and handed Sage her bass.

"Daddy! Mommy gonna pway!" Bethany yelled from the floor in her cute little voice. She learned to talk extremely early, and walk too. She was going to be a smart kid.

Johnny pick her up and plopped down on the couch on the other side of Summer with her.

"We call this one Dreams," Amanda told the group and we started playing.

Dreaming
It's such an unpleasent thing
Especially when your dreaming
Of someone like him

And dreaming
It wakes me up at night
When I'm dreaming
I give up my fights

Sometimes I want to live
In my own dreamworld
I know it's better there
Than this hell hole home
Cause when I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming of you
And when I'm awake
My dreams don't come true

In my dreams
You sweep me off my feet
Hold me in your arms all night
And sing to me sweet lullabies

And when I dream
I see your face
Smiling down on me
Saying sweet words to me

Sometimes I want to live
In my own dreamworld
I know it's better there
Than this hell hole home
Cause when I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming of you
And when I'm awake
My dreams don't come true

You kiss me in my dreams
And tell me nothing else matters
No nothing else matters
But us

And when I'm awake
I feel dying
Break down and crying
Because I know
Your dreaming of her tonight.

Sometimes I want to live
In my own dreamworld
I know it's better there
Than this hell hole home
Cause when I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming of you
And when I'm awake
My dreams don't come true

They don't come true
They never have come true
I wish they were true

Sometimes I want to live
In my own dreamworld
I know it's better ther
Than this hell hole home
Cause when I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming of you
And when I'm awake
My dreams don't come true

Sometimes I want to live
In my own dreamworld
I know it's better there
Than this hell hole home
Cause when I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming of you
And when I'm awake
My dreams don't come true

You know I'm dreaming of you

"That's all I need to hear. Ralph's going to love it! I mean I like it, it's a sad song," Summer smiled, her lip gloss shining in the light.

"I liked it too," Dall mentioned, and Bethany started clapping.

"Bethany likes it," I smiled for once and picked the little runt up and tickled her. She giggled.

"I always did say you'd be the best mother," Sage said to me. She could tell I was upset about something, and was being extra nice to me and complimenting. I didn't really discuss my "love" problems with the girls, though I probably should.

The telephone rang as we were eating dinner. Summer and Dally decided to stay, another whoop. Bruno answered the phone with a gruff "Hello?". A few uh-huhs were exchanged on his part and then he turned to me. "It's for you."

I took the phone, wondering who could be calling me. "Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Stephanie Hazen?" a male voice on the other end asked.

"Yes this is, who is speaking?"

"My name is Officer Bradley Johnson. I work at the Kings County Jail, where your brother was being held? You are the sister of Chachi Hazen, right?"

"Yes, I am, is he okay?" I asked, my voice growing in panic and worry. The phone was in kitchen and the others looked at me with concern.

"I'm afraid not ma'am. Your brother, he was suffocated to death by his cell mate last night..."

I felt my entire life end withing those words. I let the phone slip out of my hands, and stared at the wall in a state of shock, fear, depression, sadness, and complete anger. I was angry at his cell mate, and I vow right there that I will kill him.

Johnny caught the falling phone and talked to the officer for a bit, demanding what he said to me, and then in a softer tone, after finding out what happened I'm sure, that he would have to call us back.

"Steph I'm so sorry.." Johnny began, but I wasn't listening. I ran into my room and grabbed two LSD pills. The door was wide open and I didn't care who was watching, but as I went to pop them into my mouth and try to be numb again and not have to feel such pain, tears came falling like the Niagra Falls out of my eyes. I dropped to my knees and buried my head in my mattress, sobbing heavily as more waterfalls continue to pour out.

I felt a hand rub my back and I wasn't sure who it was, I don't care who it was either. "It's okay," my comforter, who was Johnny, stroked my hair.

"What's her problem?" I heard Dally asked, and felt people walk into the room, and someone sit on the bed.

"Can I tell them?" Johnny asked, sweet, thoughtful Johnny.

I nodded.

"Her brother's cell mate killed him."

A bunch of I'm sorry's and oh sweetie it will be okay's flooded my ears. I didn't care what they said, nothing they say could make this horrible feeling pass. Why should they be sorry, they didn't do anything. And it won't be okay, not ever. No one could possible understand what Chachi mean to me. He was more than a brother, he's my best friend. Chachi looked after me when no one else would. We all know Dad left, Mom didn't care, Montana had her own life, Chachi was the only one I had. He looked after me, and when he got arrested he promised to find me where ever I was, and he would be with me forever.

"He promised me forever!" I babbled helplessly, finally lifting my head off the soaked bed. I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks, but it didn't work, sine only more came. They were all looking at me, puzzled by my words, and sympathetic. Sympathy was the last thing I needed. I needed someone to hold me, someone to love me. I needed my brother.

Bethany looked scared, she had never seen me cry. None of them really had, not this hard anyway. The more I stared at their faces the more anger I felt. Sage was holding the pills in her hand, she was looking shocked. The only people who knew about my little "problem" was Dally, Johnny, and Ponyboy. Before she had a chance to say anything I sprinted out the door. I didn't know where I was going, but it sure as hell was going to be better than where I was.

I kept running for what seemed like miles, but it was only a few blocks. I had just passed the Curtis house. No one tried to stop me, and no one tried to run after me. Either they figured I needed some time alone, or they just didn't care. I walked around for some time, just thinking. Everything had changed in a year, and the only thing I felt was a constant in my life was gone now. We always wrote letters to each other, every week. Even when I was on tour. He sent me letters through Peter, and I kept sending him letters.

He was my guardian angel, that's what I thought of him as. Chachi was wonderful, sweet and kind to everyone, but he could be the toughest guy if you said the wrong thing. He loved me more than anything, he loved me so much he used to break up with his girlfriends if they said anything bad about me. When he got put in jail, he promised he'd come out. I realize now, he promised a lot of things that didn't come true.

I kicked a garbage can in an alleyway behind Jax. Then, I practically threw myself at the wall, as I started to cry hard again. Sinking down to the dirty floor, and curled into a ball and rocked myself back and forth. Soon I felt myself drift into a deep dreamless sleep.

How was it? I added in the song since they are a band. There probably won't be as many songs as in the first story, but there will probably be a few here and there. Hope you liked it. Ta-Ta for now.