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A/N: Alrighty, here's number 5! More people have to review, I feel so unloved! 

Chapter 5; And After the Rumble…

I told Johnny about Dally's plan to be in the Rumble. He laughed slightly and said,

"There's Dally for ya,"

We talked a lot, and then Johnny fell asleep, as did I.

When Johnny woke up, he woke me up too, and informed me he was feeling even worse. We talked even more, about just random stuff. I figured the rumble had to be over soon. Then Johnny said something else.

"Charlie, I have to tell you something, I…" But he was cut off, by Ponyboy and Dally coming into the room.

"We won!" Dally said. Ponyboy looked horrible. But he flashed a smile when Dally said again that they won.

"So what, it doesn't solve anything, greasers will still be greasers, and Socs will still be Socs," Johnny said. I knew he was right. Then, something happened that totally made my heart stop. Johnny fainted, and Dally, Ponyboy and I thought he was dead.

"No… no, Johnny, wake up!" I yelled, tears stinging my eyes. Pony looked at Johnny, not believing what he was seeing. Dally cursed.

"Fuck!" He said gruffly and loudly and punched a wall. Then he just quickly left the room. A tear fell from Ponyboy's face and he looked sick. I was crying over Johnny's chest, so I didn't notice him leave.

"Johnny… Johnny please, please don't be dead… wake up…" I said softly.

Nothing.

Still nothing.

"Johnny…" I sobbed. Then I heard a moan. I looked up.

"Johnny?" I questioned.

"I-I'm fine," He stuttered and slowly lifted his hand and stroked my hair. I smiled and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Thank God," I said.

"I… I actually feel better than before," He said, opening his eyes to see me clearly.

"That's great, Johnny. I'm so glad. So, what did you wanna tell me before Dally and Pony came in?" I asked.

"I-I just, I wanted to say that I really, Charlie, come here," He said. I bent down to his level, and to my surprise…

He leaned up and kissed me. A soft, sweet, short kiss on the lips.

"I really like you, Charlie," He said. I smiled, and let one of my tears fall on his cheek.

"I really like you too, Johnny." He smiled back. We both chuckled slightly, then a horrible thought came into my mind.

"Oh God," I said, sitting up, a worried expression replacing my blissful one.

"What? What's wrong?" Johnny asked.

"Dally and Ponyboy… Well, Ponyboy has Darry and Soda to look after him, but Dally, me and you are the ones he cares about the most, and he thinks you're dead, Johnny, he'll do something stupid and get himself hurt!" I exclaimed.

"Oh... no..." Johnny said.

"I'll go find him, I'll get him and bring him back," I said. Johnny agreed, and I was out of the hospital within 30 seconds.

I ran down the street.

"Dally!" I shouted.

I wanted to find him with all my heart and soul.

"Dallas!" I yelled even louder as I ran down the street. Then a car drove by. Not a graser car, not a Socy car, a cop car. And it was speeding, lights flashing, headed for the vacant lot.

"Oh no," I mumbled under my breath. I raced after it.

"Dally!" I shouted when the lot came into view. I raced up and found myself standing beside Ponyboy, Darry, Steve, Soda, and Two-Bit.

Then I saw Dally.

He was standing in the middle of the lot, a gun pointed at the cops.

"Dally no!" I screamed.

"Johnny's not dead!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I felt all the gang's eyes on me, and Dally turned to look at me. But, he still held the gun at the cops, and they opened fire on him. His body twitched as bullets collided with his stomach and chest.

"No!" I screamed until I was out of breath. I ran over to him.

I held him in my arms on the ground, the gang around me, and his blood staining my clothes.

"Dally! You can't die! I can't live without you!" I exclaimed, crying uncontrollably.

"D-Did you… s-say that… Johnny's alive?" He asked.

"Yes! Yes, Johnny's not dead Dally! And neither will you be!" I cried.

"Don't let go Dally! Johnny can't live without you! I can't live without you!" I said.

"I-I promise… I w-w-on't…" He trailed off.

Then the paramedics came, and brought Dally onto a stretcher and into an ambulance. We all followed.

"We only have room for one of you in the ambulance," The paramedic said.

"You go," Darry said to me. I thanked him.

"I'm his… sister," I said to the paramedic guy and got in the ambulance. I grabbed Dally's hand. I held it and muttered things like,

"You'll be okay, Dal," All the way to the hospital. He had to be okay. If he wasn't okay, then I wouldn't be okay. Johnny wouldn't be okay.

"Come on Dally, you've gotta live," I said, squeezing his hand. He moaned and rolled his head over, but that was all.

Finally we reached the hospital. I tried to follow Dally into his room, but they told me I wasn't allowed to see him yet; they had to operate on him first.

"Okay," I said, and watched the doors close to Dally's room. I stood outside the door, looking at it, holding back tears. Then, I decided to go see Johnny. I walked slowly down the hall, and I just let the tears fall.

Don't cry when you get to Johnny's room, I willed myself, You'll scare him.

In front of Johnny's door, I composed myself, then entered.

"Hey Johnny," I said quietly, for fear of my voice cracking. Johnny looked good. He was sitting up in bed, leaning against pillows, and reading Gone With The Wind. He looked at me and I knew from his expression that he knew something was wrong.

Don't ask what's wrong, don't ask what's wrong!

"What's wrong?"

Dammit.

"Umm… nothing," I said and sat by his bed. He took my hand.

"Yeah, right. What happened to Dally?" He asked, sounding worried.

"Well… he umm… he robbed a grocery store. Then he got caught by the cops. He had a gun that wasn't loaded and he was pointing it at the fuzz. He wanted to die, Johnny, he did it on purpose! He thought you were dead, and he didn't wanna live anymore!" That was when I started to cry. I hugged Johnny.

"Oh my god," Johnny muttered. "But, he didn't get hurt right? Or… die?" Johnny asked. I looked at him through tear filled eyes.

"Charlie, tell me Dally's gonna be alright," Johnny said, his own big black eyes filling up with tears.

"He… he got shot, Johnny. I don't know if he's gonna be alright."

(A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger! Haha is Dally alright? You'll have to find out next time, and REVIEW! Seriously, I give you stories and all I ask is that you review. Thanx. 