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Chapter 9; Johnny Covers

Dally was still looking at me. Then he said,

"That's cool," I couldn't believe it.

"What?" I choked in.

"You and Johnny, that's cool, don't worry Blondie, I ain't mad," he said, smiling at me.

"Really? You're okay with it?" I asked.

"Yeah. And to tell you the truth, I kinda knew that someday I'd have to deal with you dating one of the gang. Johnny, he's a good choice. Good guy. At least with you dating Johnny, I know he won't hurt you, and I know you won't hurt him."

I beamed.

"Thanks Dal," I said and hugged him carefully.

"No problem."

"Oh, I gotta go tell Johnny!" I said and ran out of the room with Dally laughing at me.

I scrambled down the hall to Johnny's room.

"Johnny!" I yelled and burst in the door.

"Holy man! What's wrong?" He asked and jumped, almost throwing the magazine he was reading across the room.

"Nothing! Nothing at all! Dally is okay with us! He even likes it!" I exclaimed happily. Johnny smiled.

"That's great," He said.

I was incredibly hyper by this point. I speedwalked over to Johnny's bed and grabbed him magazine.

"Whatcha readin'?" I said in an overly excited voice. I looked at the cover.

"MAD? Nice!" I said, throwing the magazine back on top of him. I sat down beside him bed, drummed my fingers on the bedside table for a minute, then jumped back up and said,

"I'm going to tell everyone we're together!" And raced out of the room. I could hear Johnny laughing at my hyperactivity all the way down the hall.

I burst out of the hospital and ran down the street toward the Curtis house. About halfway there, I collided with someone and fall on my ass. The other person was on the ground too.

"Hey, are you okay?" I laughed, seeing that the person was Two-Bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine; remind me again why the hell you're running around knocking people senseless?" He asked.

That made me laugh harder.

"Riiiiight… Are you like high or something?" He asked.

"No, just extremely happy!" I said.

"Why?"

"Because Dally said me and Johnny going out is just fine!" I said, jumping up and pulling Two-Bit up with me. I grabbed him arm and dragged him down to the Curtis house.

I burst in the door, dropping Two-Bit on the floor. Soda, Pony, Darry and Steve looked t me like I was crazy.

"Glory, Charlie, what the hell!" Steve said, looking at Two-Bit on the floor and me standing in the doorway, grinning stupidly and breathing hard, all out of breath.

"Dally likes me and Johnny!" I yelled.

"Hmm, you don't say?" Soda said.

"A little slow are we?" Pony asked.

"No, I mean he's okay with me and Johnny going out!" I yelled.

"Well, that's great Charlie, but could you please pick up Two-Bit and try not to make any messes?" Darry said, smiling at me.

I laughed.

"Sure," I said and extended my hand to Two-Bit, who took it and pulled himself up.

"Damn, you're strong Charlie," He said.

"I know," I grinned.

"Okay…." I said and looked around. Then I turned and raced back out the door.

"Where are you going?" Soda yelled.

"Dally! Johnny!" I yelled, meaning I was going to the hospital. They understood.

"Wait up!" Ponyboy yelled and they all ran after me towards the hospital. I practically hopped all the way to the hospital with the others trailing behind me, except for Two-Bit, who was running behind me, happy that someone else was feeling playful besides himself.

I could tell the others were getting annoyed, though.

When we finally got to the hospital, Ponyboy and I went to see Johnny and the rest of them went to see Dally.

"Hey Johnny!" I said happily and in kind of a sing song voice.

"Hey Johnny, how ya been?" Pony said.

"Hey guys, I'm fine, I feel good," He said, sitting up.

"Good!" I said smiling at him.

Good indeed, Johnny kept getting better until he was able to be released on a wheelchair.

"Come on guys!" I yelled across the parking lot at the rest of the gang. I was at the lead, pushing Johnny's wheelchair, eager to get him home. In about a week, he would be using crutches, and another week after that, he could walk by himself again.

"We're coming as fast as we can, you're the one running at hyper speed with a freggin' wheelchair!" Steve yelled.

I burst out laughing and kept pushing Johnny.

"You, know, as long as your gonna run whenever you push me in this thing, I don't think you should be the one who takes me across streets and stuff," Johnny stated. I laughed again.

"Don't worry Johnnycake, I'm responsible!" I said and bent down to kiss his head.

When we finally got to the Curtis's, Darry helped Johnny out of his wheelchair and onto the couch where I sat beside him. Johnny and I were sleeping here tonight, because without Dally I had nowhere to stay and Johnny didn't want to go home.

When everyone went to bed, Johnny and I stayed up for a little while and watched TV. I curled up in a ball and leaned against his chest, and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"I love you Johnny," I said. He kissed my forehead.

"I love you too Charlie,"

I looked into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me softly at first, but then he ran his tongue across my bottom lip, surprising me, because I thought he was too shy to do something like that.

But I wasn't about to hesitate, I let his tongue in to massage my tongue.

While we were still kissing, I leaned up on my knees so that I was higher up than him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist.

When we stopped kissing, We stayed like that for a couple minutes.

"Johnny?" I said softly.

"Hmm?"

"I'm tired,"

"Me too,"

So I helped him lay on the couch and I started over to the other couch, but he took my hand as I was walking away.

"Charlie, stay here," He said quietly. I smiled and carefully laid on the couch beside him, his body molding into mine.

"Good night, Johnnycake," I said.

"Goodnight, Charliepie," He whispered and closed his eyes.

I closed my eyes too and smiled. This was paradise.

It was about a week later, because Johnny was on crutches, that Dally came home from the hospital. I was the one that went to get him, because Johnny, Pony and Two-Bit were at school, and Steve, Darry and Soda were at work. I was supposed to be at school too, I guess, but I'd been skipping a lot lately to see Johnny and Dally.

Dally's chest was all bandaged up. He wasn't allowed to eat solid food for two days, and he was supposed to be in a wheelchair, but he refused and walked by himself. Well, not so much walking as limping, and holding onto me for support, though he claims he wasn't holding onto me for support, he was making sure I didn't fall down.

That always made me laugh whenever he told the story to people. I never denied it, but it made me laugh.

I always went wherever Dally went, even more than I did before, because Dally had to "make sure I didn't fall down". Johnny usually came too, to be with me.

For the longest time, all that turned out okay.

But one night, things went very, very wrong.

We went down the parking lot of the drive in, and were talking to some friends of Dally's. Dally left for a while with some guy and his friends and told us to stay with each other and that he'd be back soon. So, we obeyed him.

Soon, some guys approached us and we recognized him as a friend of Tim Shepards. I'd seen him at parties at Tim's and Buck's. He talked to us for a while, real friendly-like, and we thought we could trust him. Then he handed me a brown paper bag.

"Here kid, you can have this," He said and left rather hurriedly, because some police sirens were headed our way. Johnny and I didn't try to leave, because we didn't know anything was wrong. The cops jumped out and one of them grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Alright punk what's in the bag?" The cop asked. Johnny stood up beside me.

"I don't know, I swear!" I said. The cop took the bag and looked in.

"How do you explain this?" He said, showing me the contents of the bag. I gasped. It was cocaine. I was speechless, I just stared at it, open mouthed.

"Alright kid, lets go," The cop said and started to put me in cuffs.

"Hey man, what are you doing?" Johnny asked. The cop and I stopped and looked at him.

"That bag is mine," Johnny said.

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