Dally wasn't sure where to go. Buck Merril wasn't havin' a party, for once, and Dally didn't have the heart to get drunk. Kizzy was haunting him and it made him feel sick with need to find her.
Finally, Dally ended up at the Lot that Johnny and Pony always hung out at. And sure enough, there was Johnny.
"How's it goin' Johnny Cakes?" Dally asked, sitting down next to the dark haired boy.
Johnny shrugged, hugging his jeans jacket close to his small frame. "Not bad, I guess. You?"
"Could be worse." They sat in silence for a good five minutes, just enjoying one another's company. Dally lit another cigarette, Kizzy still resting in the back of his mind. She was going to drive him crazy, at least he thought so.
"You've been actin' awful funny lately," Johnny mused quietly.
"What do you mean?"
The boy shrugged again, "I dunno, you're just…different."
"Well, maybe you've been acting different!" Dally snapped, though they both knew how lame it sounded.
After a minute of silence, Dally said, "Sorry Johnny, I just got things on my mind." Kizzy. Everything screamed her name. Johnny's hair, such a dark brown it was black, was exactly like Kizzy's. Her hair though, was so long it had reached the back of her legs.
"It's okay, Dally. I know, I heard you when you were sleeping."
Dally looked sharply over at the boy next to him. So alike and so different, how was that possible? "What didja hear?"
"You were talking to someone in your sleep. Little, you called 'em." He answered, "The rest I couldn't understand." Dally sat shocked for a moment, he took a drag off of his cigarette and grimaced, realizing that it was hot boxed. He flicked it away and ran a hand through his hair.
"So what were you dreamin'?" Johnny asked finally.
Dally shrugged, "just something from before I left New York." He muttered, he could practically see Kizzy in his mind; her small frame grinning from him, still crouched on that roof. "That's about it kid, nothing special."
Johnny nodded, knowing that he had already gotten farther then most and to not push. "Ok." he said quietly, still wondering about Dally Winston's past.
Dally stood up, "I'm gonna head to the store, maybe get some food, wanna come?"
"Sure." Johnny said standing up. He liked goin' places with Dally, and didn't mind spending the night hangin' out with him.
The two headed off in the direction of the supermarket, the silence welcomed.
They didn't talk much while they were in there; it was mostly small talk that wasn't really worth remembering or even noticing it was being said.
Once they'd left, they were empty-handed, Dally didn't have the ambition to steal anything and Johnny was never much for theft anyway.
Dally jammed his hands in his pockets, Kizzy, Kizzy, Kizzy…why was she torturing him like this now? Why did it have to be like this?
They walked for a while, until they heard noises around the corner. Turning they say a couple socs, and a couple greasers. "A rumble!" Dally cried, excited. Something, anything, to get Kizzy off his mind.
Johnny and Dally both jumped in, getting their hands on any socs they could. It was not a minute later that the socs ran, and the greasers, there were four besides Johnny and Dally, stopped to congratulate each other.
A guy walked up to Dally and Johnny, presumably the leader, and said, "Thanks. We were gettin' a bit crushed, but you guys scared them off."
Dally nodded, "No problem. I like fights." but, Dally didn't like this guy. It was something about him, Dally didn't like.
Dally eyed the man carefully, trying to figure out what it was that was so terrible about him from first glance. He couldn't see anything that hinted as to why he seemed so easy to hate.
He turned away and cleared his throat, "come on Johnny, let's get out of here." He croaked, heading away from the group.
Johnny nodded and followed the blonde away. "Why were you in such a hurry to get outta there?" He asked after a long moment.
Dally shrugged, "I just was. It doesn't matter."
Silent again they headed to the Lot. Dally, now with Kizzy pushed from his mind, couldn't get that guy out. It was a feeling, as if...as if the guy, while looking completely good and innocent on the outside, was really...sinister.
Sitting in the lot, Johnny looked over at Dally, "Dal?"
"Yeah, Johnny?" Dally replied.
"Did that guy give you...I don't know...a bad feeling?"
"You betcha." Dally said, pulling out another cigarette.
They were silent again, then, "Was it a bad dream, Dal?" Johnny asked. It had been bugging him all night.
Dally stiffened, Kizzy had said something along the lines of that the night he had left.
He shook his head roughly, his thoughts once again switching over to the guy from the rumble. "I guess you could say it was something like that." He said finally. "But back to that guy…what was it about him that seemed so…sleazy?"
Johnny shrugged, "he just seemed off. I dunno, there's just something about him that isn't right." He paused. "Do you think we'll see him again?"
Dally shook his head, "I don't know. Probably, but I don't know." He stood up and stretched, the face of the guy still sticking in his memory. Dally needed to figure out why he disliked him so much, he couldn't stand the confusion.
"I'm headin' to the Curtis'. K? Don't stay out here to late, and come to Pony's if you get to cold." Dally said, killing off his cigarette.
"Ok, Dally." Johnny said, looking up towards the stars winking back at him.
Sighing, Dally turned around, flicked his cigarette into the darkness, and walked slowly back to the Curtis house, just a bit scared to go to sleep and see Kizzy's sorrowful face as he ran off the roof.
As Dally walked he heard a sharp yelp coming from around the corner. He jerked his head to the side and walked in the direction of the sound. There was the flat noise of skin on skin and then a thud.
He heard the faint sound of a male snarling things at someone else and stopped when he saw the guy from the fight beating up a girl. She barely made a sound.
"Robbie-stop!" She pleaded softly.
The guy hauled her up by her hair and smacked her hard across the face, the force behind the blow sending her crashing to the ground.
Dally, never liking anyone abusing anyone else, ran towards the couple. Once close to the guy, Robbie, he gave him a sneak punch, sending Robbie flying backwards, dropping the girl. At once Dally was on top of him, punching, slapping, anything to show this guy the pain that the girl had to be feeling.
Finally standing up, he noted that the guy was unconcious, he walked over to the girl. She was curled up in the fetal position, hands over her head, her one wrist slightly odd looking, presumably broken. Dally crouched down next to her, "Shhhh..." he shushed, "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Slowly, ever so, she pulled her arms away revealing eyes, such a mix of blue and green, Dally wasn't sure which dominated. He remembered those eyes though. A dark green when sad, a deep blue when jealous, and so light when happy. But, he had never seen them this color. So mixed together and confused, and...scared.
"Kizzy?" he whispered, only half believing his eyes.
A/N: theres chapter 2! hope you enjoyed! thankies and cookies to: oOoRikku4EveroOo and dakota! you guys rock! Please review!