This chapter takes place after they get to the church :) Cuz
I'm too lazy to write about the train ride and blah blah blah.

Chapter Twenty

"This place is really... dirty."

Yeah, I know. I should've been grateful for this place. Grateful we hadn't been caught by the cops. But hey, I was only speaking the truth. Let me tell you something, I didn't intend to sleep on the floor. Meanwhile, Ponyboy was giving me an odd look, while staring around the church himself.

"God, you're right."

I laughed as I peeked inside the bag Johnny'd brought back with him. The bag with our food. But the only thing in there was... balogna (A/N: like it or not, that's the way it's spelt.). Hey, I like balogna but living off nothing but it for, I don't know, forever, possibly? But wait. We'd eventually run out of it, then we'd be screwed to the point where we dehydrated and died of starvation, and no one would know until some crazy old man came wandering inside and saw our bones... Ooh geez. I'm exaggerating, but can you blame me?

"JOHNNY THE BALOGNA'S GONNA BE THE DEATH OF US ALL!" I screamed, throwing the bag across the room and turning to glare at Ponyboy, who was making his way over to retrive it.

"Erm... right," he said, picking up the bag's contents, until he noticed a bottle labled 'Peroxide'. Really, I had no clue what his problem was, but his eyes got really wide, and he turned to Johnny, who nodded.

"Yeah Pony, we're bleaching your hair, cutting mine, and doing both to Rorys."

At that, I had an expression similar to Ponyboy's on my face as I said;;

"No fucking way."

000

Now we sat around the river, or lake, or ocean, I really don't know, looking at our reflections. Ponyboy was complaining about how his hair used to be sooo tuff, but I wasn't really listening. My hair... was now bleach blonde, and... short. Fucking short. I've always hated short hair on girls, but now... ugh. My hair, which was once brown, is now chin length and bleached.

"I so hate you," I managed to say, turning to Johnny, who sighed.

"How many times do we have to go through this? I had to cut your hair so you didn't match the description the cops will probally be given by the socs..."

Socs. Socs were the reason Johnny'd killed one, the reason Johnny's been beat up, the reason we had to leave our friends and the reason that my hair is now completely fucked up. So basically, this is all the socs fault. Everything. EVERYTHING, I tell you. If the socs think they can get away with this... Ooh, they're wrong. They have completely screwed us over.

"WHO CARES ABOUT SOCS?" I screamed suddenly, making Ponyboy jump and almost fall into the water.

"SOCS ARE THE REASON WE'RE HERE! AND JOHNNY! BOB IS AN ASSHOLE, SO DON'Y DEFEND HIM EVER AGAIN, YOU HEAR? AND IF YOU DO YOU AND BOB CAN JUST GO AN HAVE GAY QUEER SEX IN HEAVEN BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Johnny blinked.

"You done?"

I nodded.

"Yep."

After a fight about my many spazzes and panic attacks, we decided I was allowed to because we were, after all, in a REALLY serious situation at the moment, and I had every reason to panic. It was also agreed that anything I said or did while in panic mode could not be held against me in the future. So, ha.

"You know, I hate this," Ponyboy said, frowning at his reflection.

"Amen to that," I grumbled, before retreating into the house, ready to get a good night's rest.

000

In the morning, we awoke to Dallas Winston's laughter as he called me and Ponyboy 'blondies'.

"Shutup Dally," I snapped. Not like that would do anything, but I didn't care. Weren't we going through enough shit to need his? But then, he broke into a story about texas, Two-Bit, and being hauled into the station. All very interesting, but I wasn't listening. Becasue I didn't care. I cared about my hair. I still do. I care that my boyfriend killed some guy, and could be killed for killing him. Woah, we were in shit. We really did fuck up. Badly.

So, after Ponyboy finished reading Soda's letter, Dally started talking again.

"So, anyone hungry? I'm starving."

I rolled my eyes. Hungry? Was I ever.

"You're starving? Try living off balogna," Johnny said, grabbing his coat as we got ready to go. But none of us knew what was in store for us when we got back...

Yeah, I'm trying to cut out all the non-important stuff
and get straight to the point so I can make the sequel.
Sorry for not updating in FOREVER.