I have a sequel in mind for this. Andrea, who I finally decided I trust enough to tell her who
I like, is now gonna tell him. Argh. Apparently he has a right to know. Actually, he doesn't.
Well, he does. But I don't want him to know. Fuck. This is why I DON'T trust people. Remind
me never to again. Now she's all giving me advice. Aha. And going all physciatrist on me. Err
I was just pissed at her. Now we're kind of BONDING. Wow? She's GOTTA be my best friend
now. I've NEVER trusted anyone this much... EEE. I'm happy. She's making me feel better than
I have in a long time.

Chapter 19

"Look, where's Dally?"

"Dal's kinda busy."

I raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly be busy doing? Drinking? Doing something that... er... involved a bed? But I didn't want to think of that just then. I guess it was too late. The image was now stuck in my mind, but I kept pressing.

"This is kinda important..."

Kind of? KIND OF? Okay, so maybe it was really important. But I don't really feel like explaining that we killed a soc. Even if he deserved it, which he did. But Buck still wasn't giving up, and I was about ready to kill him.

"Naw, I don't think I'll get him."

I sighed. We really weren't getting anywhere. Ugh, time to try a new tactic. So, I staring twirling my hair around my finger and trying to look as cute and vunerable as possible, smiling what I hoped to be a pretty smile. Of course every guys weakness was a pretty girl. Well, except guys like Ponyboy, or, guys that weren't interested in girls yet.

"Please?"

God, I hoped I didn't sound as annoyed as I really was, but just then, Ponyboy spoke up.

"Just tell him it's Ponyboy, Johnny and Rory. He'll come."

Buck frowned, but nodded.

"Go on up then, although I can't say he'll be happy to see you."

Stepping into his... er... bar, I saw a bunch of people having... beer fights. Oh geez, if their parents were against them drinking they were gonna be in some serious shit, considering I could smell them from all the way across the room. To tell the truth, the smell and taste of beer makes me sick. I can't stand it. So I started up the stairs. Quickly.

Buck led us to Dallys room, and we instantly hurried inside.

After explaining everything, Dally let out a low murmur of 'shit', and then told us what we needed to do was go to an abandoned church in Windrixville. That was a completely different town. Maybe if we just explained to the cops that Bob was an asshole, they wouldn't care. Well... maybe not, but still. Wouldn't it be wonderful if it were that easy?

"Hey... Are you wet?" Dally asked, throwing Ponyboy a dry shirt. But I wasn't really paying attention. All I cared about was that Bob got hit by karma, and wow, he even got killed by the one person he'd attempted to murder. Isn't that ironic? By that point I was about ready to bring Bob back from the dead just to kill him myself. The world was a better place without Bob Sheldon. I mean really, guys think they can mess with Johnny because he's small, frightened and... quiet. Because they're bigger than him. Well tonight, I think he proved them wrong.

When we walked downstairs again, a rather drunk-looking greaser wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards him.

"Hey baby, are you looking for a good time?"

I raised an eyebrow. What kind of idiot just comes up to a random girl and starts hitting on her?

"Not with you, dumbass."

The guy glared at me, but removed his arm from my shoulders and went to join the beer fight, which was great. For all I cared he could die. He wasn't important at that moment. What was important was getting to Windrixville before word got out that Johnny had killed Bob. Then the Cops would be looking for us... Wonderful. We were probally going to go to jail, and that wasn't something on my to do list. What would my mom say when she found out I was friends... er... a girlfriend of a murderer? Well, she wouldn't like that idea too much. And she probally wouldn't care that Bob was an ass.

000

(Later)

"RORY JUMP UP!" Ponyboy screamed at me, as the train began to move.

"HOW? WHAT?... I CAN'T!"

The train was moving. I really didn't believe that I could keep up with it and I knew, or thought, that I'd be left behind. That's when the two boys grabbed one of my arms.

"I think you can," Johnny said as they heaved me onto the train. Then, we all burst out laughing despite the fact that Johnny'd killed a soc, and we now had to hide out. There's also the fact that we could be caught by the cops at any minute, and Johnny'd be given the electric chair but all I could manage to say was;;

"Damn, we fucked up."

SORRY IT'S SHORT. I'M TOO INTO MY OWN 'THING'
RIGHT NOW. I'm HAPPY. Oh jeez. And sunburnt.
Maybe I'll actually tan. Eee.