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Chapter 7: A Slight Complication

Johnny's P. O. V.

I was glad that my parents had finally left–I needed to be alone for once. I couldn't stop thinking of Angelina. We'd only kissed the night before, but I could still feel the sensation of her lips on mine... I guess I felt a little silly thinking that way, laying in my bed with a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of my mouth. I wondered vaguely if she was thinking about me at the same moment...maybe...

Angelina's P. O. V.

"See ya later, Angie!" Natasha called from her door as I made my way down the street. I wished that I had just asked my mother to pick me up–my house was a long way from here. I could see the vacant lot in the distance and my mind couldn't help but wander back to the image of Johnny and I laying there together, gazing up at the stars...

Lost in my thoughts, I walked aimlessly ain a not so straight line, until I ran into something–some things.

"Hey, girlie, how's it goin'?"

I stepped back a little, realizing that I was face to face with three large Socs. The one in the middle shoved me–hard–but I didn't fall.

"You're Cade's girl, ain'tcha?" said a red-headed one, inching closer to me.

My eyes darted around me, trying to find a place to go; if I was quick enough I could make it to Johnny's house, it was closest...

The red-head grabbed me around my waist and painfully carried me over to a tall tree towards the center of the lot, his fingers digging into my stomach. I tried my best to wriggle away from his hold, but his arms just tightened around me...I could feel his nails sliding upward, scratching the skin of my abdomen.

One of them held his hand over my mouth and I bit down as hard as I could. He yelped in pain and smacked me with his other hand. The other two Socs rushed to me and held my arms. I could see a beer bottle right near my left foot and I twisted my arm as hard as I could against one of the Socs holding my arm, but his hold was too strong.

Suddenly, I realized that my legs were still free to roam as they pleased. I lifted my knee and it collided in between the Soc on the left's legs, causing him to buckle over in pain. This gave me time to pick up the beer bottle below me and I tossed it at the Soc that still held my right arm. It hit him on the shoulder, sending glass fragments flying and a stream of blood down his muscles. He released me as his hands flew to his injured arm and I began to sprint as fast as I could towards Johnny's house.

Johnny's POV

The sudden sound of frantic pounding on the door was what jolted me out of my thoughts. I rushed to the front door, groaning inwardly at the thought of my father coming home so early. I had just barely opened the door when it was pushed into me, throwing my body against the wall. I cringed, waiting for a fist to meet my face, but nothing came. I opened my eyes, which had been squeezed tightly, and saw a panting Angelina slamming the door shut, making sure it was locked.

I was so surprised at the sight of her--hair askew and falling over her face, a purple bruise developing on the right side of her face–that the only words I could manage to stumble over were, "What the hell?"

Her eyes turned to me and I realized that she was silently crying, fear visible in her vibrant blue eyes. I felt ashamed for have spoken so harshly and gently wrapped my arms around my girlfriend, though still confused about what was going on.

"What hap–"but my words were interrupted by another pounding on the door and the sound of my father's voice on the other side.

"Come on," I said pulling Angelina into my room, lifting the window and allowing her to climb out before me.

"My dad would kill me if he knew you were here..." I said absently, leading her in the direction of the Curtis home.

When we reached Pony's house, we both were out of breath. I can't imagine what all the guys thought when Sodapop opened the door. Angelina had tried frantically to sort of brush her hair back with her fingers but I guess that doesn't really help too much when you're covered in bruises.

"Glory, Johnny," started Darry, "What happened?"

I shrugged and released Angelina's hand as she flopped down on the couch beside Steve. I could tell everyone was probably wondering what I had to do with this, but I was too tired to explain. Angelina had already began to drift off just sitting there, so Darry told me in a worried voice, "Eh, Johnny, why don't you take her to my room. She looks tired."

I sort of picked her up, which was hard to do because her body was so limp and everything. She must have been running for a long time because when I laid her down on Darry's bed and pulled the covers up over her chest, she had immediately fallen into a deep slumber...

Angelina's POV

As I opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn't at home in my bed. Sunlight streamed in the window and hit my face at an awkward angle. I rolled over in the bed (whose ever bed it was) to shield my pupils from the bright rays.

Suddenly, the events of the previous night washed over me like a wave and I grimaced as my cheek suddenly throbbed. I groaned a little too loudly and just as soon as I did, Sodapop Curtis came rushing into the room, shirt half buttoned.

"Oh, Jesus, I thought something was wrong."

I sat up and threw the covers off of me; it's awfully hot in here, I thought, realizing that I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

"How are you?" Soda asked, gently sitting next to me on the bed.

I shrugged and laid back with my hands crossed behind my head.

"You know," continued Soda, staring off at some invisible image in the distance, "Johnny was worried sick about you."

At the sound of Johnny's name, I blushed rather unexpectedly. I sat up and turned away from Soda, pretending to be looking for my missing shoes.

"You believe me right?"

I sat back down on the bed, opposite from Sodapop and nodded, still blushing.

He was sort of grinning at me and I smiled back timidly.

"You should go back to bed. You look beat."

To tell you the truth, I was wide awake and hungry as hell, but I obediently climbed back into bed and laid on my side, staring at the paint-chipped wall.

After about a few minutes of lying there with my eyes open, I heard someone enter the room.

"Angelina," said a quite voice hesitantly, that I recognized as Johnny.

I closed my eyes and didn't move, pretending that I was still asleep.

I felt his weight on the bed and guessed that he had probably sat down beside me.

Johnny's POV

I laid down on the bed uneasily, hoping I wouldn't wake her. I was glad that she wasn't laying on her left side–it killed me to see that bruise on her cheek. So much had happened since we had stood on her porch, her lips pressed to mine...

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned down over her and kissed her cheek softly.

Angelina's POV

I could feel his breath on my cheek and tried not to giggle nervously. It would have been awfully awkward for me to laugh when he was so close to me...then, the soft pressure of his lips on my cheek gave me the familiar sensation–just like the other night, when his arms were wrapped loosely around my waist...

I turned my head to gaze up at his startled black eyes, which slowly became a shy smile.

"Hi," I managed to say, kissing him eagerly. He tensed up at first, and I can't say that I wasn't nervous about it, but soon, I could feel him relax against me. At that moment, I completely forgot my surroundings and brought my hands in the form of a circle around his neck.

We pulled away, breathing slightly hard just in time to see Ponyboy's slim figure appear at the door. He stood there for a minute looking rather flustered, then stammered an almost incoherent, "Oh, sorry." and hurried off down the hall.

Johnny turned back to me, grinning, and kissed me again lightly.

"Come on," he said sitting up, "Let's get some breakfast...Dal's been aching to see you..."

Ummm....I wasn't exactly sure how to end this, so let's stop right here. I think this is a little shorter than the previous chapters and probably a lot more fluffy, but oh well! I'll update soon, guys–in the mean time, just press that little "Go" button and give me some reviews!!!!!!!!!!! (Suddenly, I have the urge to become a radio DJ....)