AN: Back again. You know the rules. We're near the end! Hope you enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders.
"What are you going to do?" I asked. Then I knew I was with him. "What are we going to do?" I asked Dally. His ice-blue eyes were flashing with anger.
"I don't know. I don't know what to do." Dally took a puff of his cigarette. "I want to get even with the Socs. If it's the last thing I do. I don't care if I got to jail." He turned and faced me. "You know Ponyboy, you don't have to be in this mess," he said softly. In a tone I have never heard him say before. Since that incident, Dally had changed. He used to be cold and tough. But now, he was fighting with Darry and talking to me in that strange voice. I really didn't know what to do.
"I-I-I don't know what do." My voice replied. True I was scared, too scared to do anything.
"I don't know what to do either." Dally replied. "Guess, we both don't know what to do." Dally flicked his cigarette away. I nodded silently and sat down on the grass. My eyes burned with tears. We both didn't know what to do. They slowly closed, feeling weight on them, as I drifted off to dreamland...
"HEY! Ponyboy! Wake up!" Dally was shaking me. Iawoke with a start, to find that everything changed. The sky had turned dark and the wind was blowing faster and colder then ever. If Darry was here, he would have yelled at me for not using my head to bring a coat. Man, I wish Darry was here right now. I turned and saw Dally, his blond hair all messy.
"You fell asleep." Dally was saying. He was rumpling my hair, which also made me feel weird. "God…" He whispered. "I'm not fancying talking to Darry about---"
"Then don't." I said hotly. "I don't care." The words came right out of my mouth. I really didn't thing about them. Another point for not using my head again. I looked at Dally. He looked at me with semi wide eyes. I guess he never saw me that angry before.
"Damn…" I heard him say. "What the hell do they want?" I turned around. Socs. There were 5 of them. All in a tuff, blue mustang. They all looked drunk and they were walking kinda funny.
"Hey look, it's our fellow Greassssers." A soc said, stressing on the word Greaser. He was holding a blade. It looked tuff, maybe even tuffer then Two Bit's black handled switch. "Dreamboy and the JD." He laughed like a lunatic. I could smell them. They smelled like booze and some weird kind of cologne.
"Drunk." Dally said under his breath. "How come they're always drunk when they jump us?" He asked angrily. The five Socs staggered forward. I gulped. Now I really wished Darry was here. But there's no one around to protect us.