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Authors Note: Alrighty, I just want everyone to know that I had my graduation on Friday and it went AWESOME! Haha okay, anyway, thanx to the following people:

Two-BitGortez

Rugrats 101

Chapter 6; Sweaty Black T-Shirt

"Oh god…" Johnny said. More tears fell from my eyes. I stood up and paced for a minute with my hand over my eyes.

"Charlie…" Johnny said form the bed. "Charlie, what are we gonna do?" A tear rolled down his cheek.

"I don't know, Johnny. Pray for him. That's all we can do. God can't hate anyone, even Dallas Winston," I said through sobs.

The doctors said I had to leave about an hour later. Johnny was allowed to come home in a couple weeks, but they couldn't tell me anything about Dally yet. I walked home alone. I know I shouldn't have. But I didn't have any sense just then. I had only Dally and Johnny on my mind. So, I was scared out of my wits when a voice said,

"Hey grease,"

I looked up… and breathed a sigh of relief. Two-Bit.

"Two-Bit that ain't funny an' you know it," I said. He put his arm across my shoulders.

"Shoot kid I know… I just thought I'd try to cheer you up… How's old Dally? And what about Johnny?"

"Johnny can come home in a couple of weeks… He'll be in a wheel chair though. Dally… I just don't know. The doctor wouldn't tell me anything. He had to have surgery."

"Well, good news about Johnnycake, but poor old Dal… I'm sorry, Charlie." Two-Bit walked with me. I guess we were going to the Curtis's.

"What're you doin' walkin' by yourself anyways kiddo?" Two-Bit asked.

"I dunno…" I said.

"Jeez, just like Ponyboy you are…"

Finally we got there. I saw Darry in the kitchen, and Soda and Steve on the couch. The all jumped up and asked me about Johnny and Dally. I told them the story. Then I noticed Ponyboy wasn't around.

"Where's Pony?" I asked. They exchanged glances.

"He's kinda sick," Soda said. He led me to the room him and Ponyboy said. Pony was laying on the bed.

"Aw, Pony, what happened now?" I said, sitting down as Soda left.

"I… I don't know, I got sick," He said softly.

"Oh Ponyboy,"

"How's Dally doin'? Is Johnny gonna come home?"

"Yeah… yeah, Johnny's coming home. Dally's bad, Ponyboy, he's real bad. I don't wanna upset you or nothin', but he's real bad off. He had surgery, and the doctors won't tell me anything. You can come to the hospital with me when you're feeling better, Pony,"

"I'd like that Charlie…" Then he fell asleep.

I left the room and walked back into the living room. Darry had gone back into the kitchen, and Two-Bit, Soda and Steve were sitting on the couch (or in Two-Bit's case, the floor,) watching Mickey.

When I walked into the room, they all looked up. With Ponyboy sick, Johnny burned up in the hospital, and Dally possibly almost dead, I was about to cry. But I'm a greaser, a tough greaser, even if I am a girl, and I wasn't about to cry in front of the guys. I'm like Dally. No tears. Just like my (almost) big brother, Dally.

"Are you okay, Charlie?" Two-Bit asked. I was afraid if I said anything I'd start bawling, so I just nodded.

"Listen, they're gonna be okay, Pony's fine, Johnny'll be fine, and so will Dally." Soda tried to cheer me up. I felt my eyes sting. I nodded again.

"I… I gotta go…" I said, voice warped from oncoming tears and hand over my mouth. I ran out of the house like that. They all stared after me.

Outside, I sat on the porch and let the tears fall. I cried silently with my head in my hands. I wondered if Dally still had Two-Bit's switchblade, and if he was gonna use it to get out earlier than he should if he gets better. If. Then I saw something beside me on the porch, beside a pack of cigarettes with Two-Bit's name written on them. It was his switchblade. I wondered how it had gotten there, but I didn't question it. I took it, and put it in my back pocket. I also took one of Two-Bit's cigarettes.

I'll pay him back later,I thought and pulled a lighter out of the pocket of my black leather jacket. I lit the cigarette and smoked it while I walked.

The reason I needed Two-Bit's blade was in case I ran into some Socs. I was walking alone. I didn't know where I was going. Maybe Buck's.

I was about halfway there when I was glad I had the blade. A red Corvair pulled up beside me.

"Hey, greaser!" a guy yelled. I stopped and looked at the car. They got out of the car and started towards me. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

"Watch it man, you're out of your territory," I said in a low voice.

"I think you better watch it greaser," Said one of the three Socs that got out of the car. They took another step towards me.

I whipped out Two-Bit's switch and pointed the blade at them.

"Look Soc we already whipped you in the rumble, and don't think I can't do it again," I said dangerously.

The state I was in, I wouldn't have even hesitated to cut them to pieces.

The Socs looked at me. Then the guy that seemed to be the leader nodded his head at the car while keeping his eyes on me and the switchblade. Him and the other two got in the car and drove away shouting, "Seeya around, greaser," and other nasty things.

I flipped the blade back in and slipped it back in my pocket. Then I kept walking. I was thinking about Dally and Johnny and Ponyboy so it didn't seem like it took that long to get to Buck's place. It was the middle of the night, so there was a party going on there like always. I knocked on the door. Buck answered it.

"Hey, Dal's kid sister, Charlie, right?" He said. I nodded.

"Good good, come in," He said. Loud country music was playing, and people were drinking, playing poker, smoking, stuff like that.

"Where is old Dally anyway? Ain't you two always together?" I told Buck the whole story.

"Oh… I'm really sorry Charlie… I hope he's okay, he's a good guy. So you need a place to stay?" He asked.

"Yeah, please," I said.

"You can stay in the room Dally always stays in. Just go up the stairs, and it's the first door on your left."

"Thanks, Buck."

I followed his instructions and went into the room. Surprisingly, nobody was in there making out. So, I laid on the bed, not even taking of my shoes, a pair of black Converse with red laces. I lay with my eyes open for a minute, and something caught them. A black T-Shirt, in the exact same place Soda found hid old sweater Ponyboy had been wearing the night Johnny killed a Soc. It seemed it was years ago. I recognized the black shirt as Dally's. I got off the bed, walked over and picked it up and went back onto the bed. I smelled the shirt. It smelled like Dally, alright. Sweat, cologne, cigarettes and booze.

Sure, it's not the best smell in the world, but that and Johnny's smell are my favourite smells in the world. And this shirt was comforting.

I threw off my own tight red t-shirt and slipped on Dally's black one. It just felt so comforting. It was a little big on me but I liked it. I fell asleep with it on.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I thought was:

I have to go see Johnny and Dally.

So I crept out of the room quietly, because everyone in the house was passed out, including Buck. So I just left. It was early in the morning, so no Socs would be out to jump me, but I held Two-Bit's switch close anyway. I had left my red t-shirt there and worn Dally's.

When I got to the hospital, I sat in the waiting room until a doctor came out, looking at a clip board. I stood up and walked over.

"Excuse me, can you please tell me how Dallas Winston is doing? He's my brother." I asked the doctor.

"Hmmm…" He said and looked through the papers on the clip board.

"Here we are, Dallas Winston."

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