Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, S.E. Hinton does. I only own Charlie, and any other new characters you see.

Authors Note: Heyy! I got some good responses for my first chapter so heres my second one! Thanx to the following people cuz they reviewed!

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And now on with the story!

Chapter 2; Worrying

Dally and me went over to the Curtis's house the next morning, just to see how they were taking it. The house looked messier than usual. Soda was sitting on the couch, looking still half asleep, and Darry was sitting at the kitchen table looking rather distraught. They didn't even notice us come in.

"Uhm, Hey guys," I said. They looked up.

"Hey Charlie," Soda said slowly. Darry said nothing.

"Darry? Are you okay?" I asked him. He shook his head. Then he got up and walked over to Dally.

"Dallas, you've done it this time."

"What, I didn't kill the Soc!"

"You gave them a gun and money to escape for God's sake!"

"Okay! Okay guys stop, we can't fight, Ponyboy and Johnny wouldn't want that," I stated. They looked at me, then back at each other, then calmed down. Sure, I was only 16, but they'd listen to me if they knew I was right.

Two-Bit entered the house then, with a newspaper in his hand.

"You guys, look at this!" He said, waving the newspaper at us.

The newspaper had Johnny, Dally and Ponyboy's picture in it. It had a story about Johnny killing that Soc, and Johnny and Ponyboy disappearing, and that Dally might know something about it. Dally chuckled softly.

"It's been a while since I had my picture in the paper," He said.

"Dally!" I said sternly and lightly hit him on the stomach.

We all read the article.

"Oh Dally, they'll be looking for you! The fuzz will come and take you away!" I said.

"So? I ain't sayin' nothin' about where they are!" He said defiantly.

Steve came through the door about then, waving the same newspaper at us.

"Guys! Look! Johnny, Ponyboy and Dally are in—oh, you already have one," He said, trailing off.

"We're in one hell of a mess here," Soda said, finally speaking up.

"I'll say," I said, glaring at Dally.

"Whatever, come on Charlie, we're leaving." Dally said and walked out of the house, me right behind him. As we left, I yelled back in the door,

"I'll be back later guys!"

"No you won't!" Dally said.

"Yes I will!" I argued, and shut the door.

Dally and I walked down the street, and ended up in the lot that Johnny sometimes slept in when he didn't want to bother the Curtis's or go home. Dally leaned up against a tree, and I laid on my back on the ground.

After a moment of silence, I said,

"When are you going to see them?" Taking Dally off guard.

"Uh, I don't know, I guess when stuff calms down." He said.

Another silent minute passed.

"I'm going with you," I said.

"What? No you're not, Charlie." Dally said.

"Yes I am! Johnny's my best friend, and I worry about him." I said quietly.

Dally looked at me.

"You like Johnny, don't you?" Dally asked.

"N-no," I stuttered. Dally just grinned at me.

"Whatever Blondie, I guess you can come." He said. I grinned right back at him.

"I'd rather have Johnny be with someone like you, or you specifically, than one of them trashy greasy broads. The ones I get. That wouldn't be no good for Johnnycakes. You're not like that, Charlie. I mean, you're a greaser, same as us, but not the trashy kind," Dally said thoughtfully.

I grinned at him and thought about it. Sure, I was a greaser, but if I wore a skirt I wore it at a decent length. I didn't giggle too much, I might have sworn a little bit but that's part of being a greaser. And as for the trashy eye makeup, I wore a little eyeliner, a little mascara, and on occasion, eye shadow, but not a whole lot of it so that I looked like one of the other greaser girls.

"Thanks Dally," I said.

"No problem, Blondie." He said and pulled a pack of Kools, probably shoplifted, from inside his jacket. He lit it and smoked it a little, then gave the rest to me. He was still leaning against a tree and I was sitting on the ground, smoking the cigarette. Or what was left of it.

A minute or two passed, and a black Mustang drove by. It wasn't the blue one that we'd come to know, but it was still a Soc. No greaser can afford a tuff Mustang like that.

"Greasers!" They shouted as they drove by. Dally almost jumped up and killed them, but I told him to let it go. It doesn't make you feel very good when a high class Soc goes by and yells stuff like that at you.

When I was done the cigarette, Dally and I walked over to Buck's place. Dally told me he was going in there for a while, and to be good while he was gone. He caved and said I could go back to the Curtis's, and that he'd be around later. He got a greaser from inside Buck's place to walk me home. He didn't want me walking alone.

The greaser was a big guy, but a nice guy. By big, I mean muscles. His name was Frankie. We arrived at the Curtis's and Frankie went back to Buck's.

Everyone was still at the Curtis's. I sat on the floor beside Two-Bit. He was watching Mickey Mouse, but he wasn't enjoying it as much as usual, He was worried about Johnny and Ponyboy. And, he was kinda drunk. He put his arm around my shoulders and said,

"You know what the problem with Dallas Winston is?" He was slurring his words.

"No, what is it Two-Bit?" I asked, playing along.

"He don't care about no one but himself, you an' Johnnycakes. But he got Johnny into trouble, givin' him that gun, and he'll get you in trouble one of these days, tha's all I'm sayin', watch your back Charlieblond." He slurred, putting my name and my nickname together.

It would have been humorous, if I wasn't so worried about Johnny and Ponyboy.

(A/N): Okay this chapter was kinda boring, but the next one will be so much better, I promise. Please review!