Author's Note: Well, that was a fun chapter. Glad everyone seemed to enjoy it too. Sorry about the little pauses I take between updates I no I'm a little bad for that but I try to make the chapters long to make up for it. Here's another chappie and hopefully it's not too bad. Enjoy!

Thanks goes out once again as usual to the best reviewers ever!

Tasha: Lol thanks a lot for the review glad you're really liking it. And of course that's not the end. I wouldn't leave it there never ever. It would be to mean. But it has been a while since I updated, but here's the next chappie so you know for sure that wasn't the end. Enjoy!

Parixs: Awe poor Leon. The guy has absolutely no friends, I pity him. Well not really, I think he deserves everything that's coming well maybe not everything. Except maybe a beating from Dallas! Don't worry I'll save him for you. After I'm done with him. I'll wrap him up and mail him to you. ; ) Thanks for the review.

Fairlane: I loved your review and I'm very glad you like this. I didn't think people would like a newly added character because I usually don't just because they all sound the same. But I guess I'm doing good with this one. Glad the description is something you like about it because I'm always afraid I put too much or too little. LOL. I tend to uh..what's that word …babble. ..that's it. Lol anyway enjoy the next chappie and thanks for the review.

Streetpanther1: Lol, don't encourage him. It's hard enough to control him and then you go and encourage him. Humph. Anyway keep readin and thanks for the review.

Scarlette7: Awe, I hate when people have really good stories going and their chapters aren't that long, or they are and you get to the end and your all sad. Or people who don't update so often sigh like Me:( but doing my best to make it long. So hope you enjoy this chappie, gonna try and make it real long, or pretty long. Thanks for the review.

Darkdestiney2000: lol, your so evil. You and your crazy plans shakes head and laughs O well, if you want you can ask Parixs to share in torturing him after I'm through with him. But if I do my job right, at the end of the story people might actually like him. But I don't want to say anymore cause the end is a surprise. Maybe. Unless I change ideas. Lol. Anyway, glad you liked this hope the next chappie is just as good. Thanks for the review.

JamesDeanismygod: Yeah, I find it cute how Dallas is towards Johnny. He's so mean but not quite that way towards Johnny. Glad you liked the chappie and thanks for the review.

Jacky Higgins: LMAO, omg I know what you mean about the spacing thing and I feel so bad for everyone that's had to read that. I start typing in word and then by the end I'll get tired so I'll update it and finish it on fan fiction and that's when it starts happening. But I'm for sure not doing that anymore. And when I read over that stuff my eyes ignore it completely. But hopefully this chapter wont have any of that crap in it. Thanks for sharing it with me though, because now I'm for sure doing everything beginning to end in word. Glad your really like the story tho, lol even withthespacing crapthatsgoing on. look I made a funny. Lol.

Banana4422: Thanks a lot for the chapter. sigh I wonder why no one cheers on Leon? lol

WhatGraceHasGiven: Thanks bunches for the kind words. I love reviews. Hope you like the next chappie just as much.

NittanyLizard: Awe I loved your review too. I'm happy that you liked the phone call thing. I was wondering what to do with that and I wanted to write about Johnny still being by himself and calling them and everything and I'm glad I made it work. Love the fact that the characters are coming off realistic, that's one thing I don't want to mess up. Specially Dallas. But I guess so far its going good. Glad your still enjoying this and hope you like the next chappie too.

Ale Curtis-Carter: lol always with the bold eh? Lol. Awe but it's so much more encouraging and it makes me all warm inside. BOLD LETTERS ROCK. Lol. I think I'm unstable. O well, thanks for the review and enjoy the next chappie. ITS GUNNA BE GREAT!

Chapter 4:

After being around Leon and knocking out Tim Shepard, Dallas Winston wasn't sure what he should do. He stumbled out of Buck's, eyes drooping and head resting heavily on his broad shoulders. Going back to the Curtis' to check on Johnny, he should have gone there and make certain the kid was going to be okay; that his brother hadn't completely messed him up. But Dally just didn't feel like it. He would have to soothe the young greaser and make up for the lack of comfort Leon should have been giving him and Dally just didn't have it in him at the moment. Besides that, Sodapop had enough love to share.

Sliding into the front seat of Steve's beat up car, Dallas pulled back onto the road and headed for the only place he could really turn to in a time of need; The Dingo. He was sure there would be something for him there. It was one of the most run down hangouts in the entire neighbor hood, but it was where everyone seemed to hide out. Dallas like it because the girls that stayed around there were usually the greasy ones. The kinda girls that wore too much makeup and came from broken homes with no one to love them, just looking for someone to listen to them. He never listened to their sob stories, but he was always there after they were done. He'd embrace them, tell them it was alright and after twenty minutes and a used condom later, he was happy and so were they. Fights always broke out in the Dingo parking lot too, which was always something to look forward to, even if he didn't get any girls.

He parked his car at the edge of the lot where the shadows seemed to hide up the rusty vehicle. That way no one would plan on hotwiring the thing and take off, course he doubted they would want it anyway. It was a piece of junk. Dallas got out and dropped the set of keys into his back pocket before heading towards the Dingo.

Steve watched, a little more than annoyed as Dallas burned rubber with his old car. The thing was pretty near close to falling apart and the hood decides to take it out for a little joy ride?

"Steve? Come on man, Johnny's getting pretty heavy to hold here."

Steve looked down and realized that he still had Johnny firmly in his grasp. Hauling the boy a little bit more off the cement, he helped Sodapop carry him into the house, the tips of Johnny's sneakers dragging recklessly against the ground as they went. It was a lucky thing he'd passed out by then, because after looking at Johnny's leg he knew the dragging wouldn't be helping it any.

They laid the dark hared boy out comfortably on Pony's bed. Sodapop sat at the end, slowly easing off each sneaker and tossing it far into the corner of the room. A small bed stand light lit up just enough of the pale figure, for the two of them to get a good enough look at the damage that had been done. Bruises, cuts and a busted lip that was about it. The leg was still bleeding, but not much anymore. Soda went to unbuckle Johnny's jeans and began to struggle to get them off his hips when a low moan fell from the swollen lips.

"Soda" Steve hissed "Leave em alone. Well just cut off the pant leg. It's too much trouble to take them off while he's like this. Come on."

Soda's hands dropped the material. He was a little relieved, because inflicting more pain to the poor greaser was the last he wanted to do, no matter how little it was. Soda shuffled through Pony's nightstand, pushing aside thick books and scribbled paper to finally come across a pair of steel scissors. They were crooked, bent out instead of perfectly straight and parts of it stuck when you tried to close them, but they would have to do.

"Here" Soda's hand shook while the scissors fell into Steve's sweaty palm. Biting his lip, pearly teeth sinking deep into the pink, Soda watched nervously as Steve cut along the side of Johnny's leg. The jeans ripped quietly, a metal clang breaking the silence as the scissors struggled open and clamped back down. "Careful Steve, don't nick him."

"Soda I know what I'm doing. Shoot your worse than a mother sometimes you know that?"

Soda smiled.

"Yeah, but your pretty clumsy. So don't cut him."

Steve rolled his eyes and finished the last snip. As the material slowly unwound off the swollen leg, dried blood and dirt was revealed, caked across what must have been the entry wound from the blade. Soda cringed, shaken for only a minute before he took over. He ushered Steve and the scissors off the bed and with a damp rag gently began to massage the bloodied area. Whimpers and ragged breathing escaped from the little greaser beside him, but nothing else. He was still unconscious, which was a good thing because had he been conscious he wouldn't have felt any better. Besides that, Soda would have had a harder time fixing him up, worrying that every move he made was causing more pain to his friend.

Dallas moved his hand through the red curls, slow drunken smile spreading across his lips. It had been how long since he left Bucks? A few hours ago? It seemed like almost a year since he'd been back there and had knocked out Tim Shepard and told off Leon Cade. The two dirty bastards. Shepard wasn't that bad but Leon, well everyone knew what he thought and none of that mattered now.

"What did ya say yer name was again?" Dallas slurred, trying his best to stay vigilant but with those beers he drunk and a greasy broad in his grasp it was beginning to get harder by the minute.

"Linda" the red lips answered. Dallas grinned back once again and took a quick drink of his beer. He wanted her. Not that he really needed her, he was just bored and there she was, sitting beside him at the back of the Dingo, edging her way closer to his lean chest. If she got close enough, he'd throw his arms around her and hold her long and passionately.

"What's a good lookin broad doin out this late anyhow? Hmmm?"

"Just lookin for a tough hood I guess. You know anyone like that?"

"I think I know someone."

Her bangs fell in front of frosted blue eyes as she leaned in, lips pursed and moist. Dallas, arms out, roughly pulled her into him, lips rubbing across hers in a ravaged kiss that made her gasp when they broke apart. His fingers were digging deep into the curves of her back, finding somewhere to hold as they absently undid the hooks of her bra. Her body twitched slightly out of delight, small tremors of lust slithering up her spine. Dally had calloused fingers inching their way from her abdomen and up, the silk of her blouse brushing his hands irritatingly. He made a grab to tear the material from her chest, when a pale hand clamped over his.

"No," she whispered, breathing in short pants of oxygen. Dallas released the blouse.

"What the hell do you mean no?"

"I mean not in here." Dally looked around and sure enough there were a few wondering eyes pointed in their direction. He nodded in approval.

"Well, where?"

"Got a car?"

Soda finished with the last piece of gauze and tucked Johnny's leg beneath the heavy blanket along with his other one. Sweat had broken out on the boy's forehead and trickled down in translucent squiggles down his face. Going to the doctors would be too hard on Johnny, so the two of them had decided he could go in the morning when he was feeling a little better. Besides the fact that he'd stopped bleeding and Soda had patched him up quite good, they were confident he'd be alright till then.

"Sure the doctors can wait?" Soda questioned one last time. He rose from his position on the bed and pulled the sheets up to Johnny's chin. Steve nodded.

"He should be. He ain't bleedin no more and besides you wanna wake him?" Soda saw the pain etched across the dark face below him. "He'll be fine Sodapop."

"Sure."

Soda stepped into the hall, tossing the bloodied cloth in the nearby laundry hamper, which was really just a pile of the Curtis brothers clothes stacked recklessly in the middle of the house. His legs wobbled as he made his way into the living room, falling effortlessly into the soft cushions of the old couch. Cigarette smoke and sweat filled his senses as he rubbed his face into the scented fabric. Rough spots on the seat and a stray pen scratched his cheek, but nonetheless Soda remained still and unaffected. Eyes fluttering a few times, he peered out through tiny slits to see Steve following his lead and taking his own place in Darry's chair. Soda smiled and before the smile had time to fade, he'd fallen asleep.

Warm flesh, soft and comfortable against his own, Dallas pulled the half naked redhead against his bare chest. The sun was coming out, slowly pushing away the early morning clouds. Steve car wreaked, mostly of beer but another smell, cheap perfume, yes that was it. The seats were pickled in the greasy broad's cheap perfume and Steve would probably give him hell for sleeping with her in the back seat of his car, but who cared. Her hair was dripping with sweat, covering part of his face in a mess of wet curls. Quiet breathing, low and soft escaped her now but hours ago she'd whimpered and moaned. Dally snuggled closer to the body, hands trailing across the bare shoulders as he made circles on her back with the tips of his fingers. He smiled and fell back to sleep.

When Dallas woke up next, the sun was set high in the sky. The girl was still asleep in his arms, relaxed and warm. The seat beneath him was hot, burning into his side and as he brushed a hand on the metal of the seat belt it stung his skin. It must have been mid afternoon by the way it looked outside.

"Fuck, my head hurts" Dallas cursed under his breath and roughly shifted the girl off his chest. Her naked torso and half dressed bottom rolled to the floor with a hard thud, followed by a ragged moan as she began to awake. Dally reached across, and grabbed his white t-shirt from the front seat and slipped it on over his chest, while the redhead pulled herself from the ground.

"What the hell is your problem?" she screeched. Dallas rolled his eyes. Head shrinking and then expanding with every intake of breath, he tried desperately to push aside the feeling of nausea that was slowly creeping through him. This was going to be one hell of a hangover.

"You see my belt?" Dally tried to move her from where she was crouched, her back pressed up against the back of the front seat and her knees bent into her chest in pain. His hands prodded her hips in an attempt to get her to move but she didn't. This was the worse thing he hated after a one night stand. When he woke up the next morning to realize the broad was still there and was going to be difficult. Course they were always difficult. It was their job to be that way and to make his life miserable for those few minutes after they slept together.

"What is your problem? I'm not even awake yet…"

"Does it look like I care? Now move your ass so I can find my belt."

The redhead huffed and moved from her spot to reveal the brown Swede belt resting beneath her bottom. Dallas scooped it up and hurriedly began to buckle up his jeans. The girl watched, a bit annoyed at his roughness but still the same said nothing until Dally had completely done up his pants and was getting out of the back seat and into the front.

"So, what now?" she asked, trailing behind him with her shoes in hand and her blouse half buttoned up. Her unzipped skirt barely hung to her hips, while her panties and bra lay on the asphalt by her feet. Mascara and all that other thick makeup had smeared her face into a grey color, while patches of red from her lip stick marked her skin. Dallas grimaced from the driver's seat, but then smiled. He pulled his legs inside the car and slammed the door shut, the metal sound echoing through the empty lot. She stilled tried to smile, edging her way to the car and resting a skinny hand on the rolled down window.

"Where are you going?" Dally rolled his eyes and started up the car, the roar of the engine drowning out her voice for a few minutes before he took his foot off the gas.

"Listen babe. It was fun an all but you ain't my type."

"Ain't your type? The hell does that mean, I ain't your type. We fucking slept together you dirty hood."

The sickness was starting to rumble in his stomach again.

"What, you stupid and deaf? I said you ain't my type. Just because I slept with you doesn't mean you're the one."

The girl almost looked as if she were about to cry, but instead she sucked it up and with lightening speed brought the front of her hand hard against the side of his cheek. Her nails pinched the skin, leaving behind a small indent and a little trickle of blood to run down his face, but that was it. Dallas shifted the car out of park and burned rubber.

"Dirty… no good ….fuckin greaser. You worthless…"

Her voice loud as it was, eventually faded away as Dally drove towards the Curtis house. That was another reason he didn't like those girls; too much makeup and too dirty a mouth on them. If he wanted someone with a foul mouth he'd sleep with himself. Which wouldn't have been a bad idea either because he wouldn't have to deal with smelling like some whore's cheap perfume in the morning.

Author's Note: Okay, sorry for the long pause I've got another story I haven't updated for a while and I better soon. I have started to type the next chapter for it but bleh didn't finish. I've got this major test for english Monday, gotta read the entire Lord of the Flies this weekend and ya you see my point. I hate teachers that suck the life outta English class and believe me this one takes the cake. GRRRRRRR. Anywho, ill put this up when fanfiction gets their stuff back and runnin whenever that is. Hope you liked the chappie. It wasn't quiet exciting I no

:( but I needed to put something there it'll get better the next chappie. Promise. Tell me wut ya think. And ya lol hope no one was offended by how I had Dally treat that girl. But that's probably how he would and I thought it was funny. So, ya. Don't anyone take it seriously. Sorry if its kinda short too.