Kay, well. Sorry it's been long. My grandparents were in town, and I've been trying to think of ideas for a while. I finally got back on tract of Johnny getting tough. The only reason Johnny got better all of a sudden is cause I HATEHATEHATE writing sick scenes, it annoys me. So uhm, enjoy and review!

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Johnny's Point of View...

I was being sliced open, more than once. It hurt something awful, and I couldn't even grasp a hold of reality. I barely knew where I was, or who I was. I just knew that Soc's were on top of me, ripping me and tearing me in every way they could. I was screaming for help, from Dallas more than the others.

And then everything dimmed, and I appeared next in a graveyard. The gravestones were everywhere, and the eeriness of the place had worn me down some. There was a small pond, which I took a few steps toward and looked down. I sure did look different. My hair was

greased back more so than usual, I had a switchblade in one hand, and a gun in the other. I took a step backwards, and glanced at my hands. The tools were ready to use, and the blade was cutting into my skin.

I didn't even feel the pain. Numb, numb, numb. I didn't feel a damn thing!

And then a figure appeared in front of me. His well known smirk was on, and his hands were in fists. His leather jacket was on, wrapped around him tightly. Even in my dream, he looked dangerous. I knew that boy, Dallas Winston.

"Stay tough. You get tough in this world, Johnny. Nothing can touch you." He laughed, without any real humor.

I brought my right hand up, the one that carried the heater, and brought it to his face.

"Sorry Johnny." Was all he spoke, and I shot.

I jerked awake, now offically freaked. I growled in pain, and brought my head to my hands. I've already decided, I need to get tough. If I keep just taking this stuff, I'll get weak and everyone will be able to mess with me. I'm a greaser, we're tough.

We steal, we lie, we cheat, we fight, it's who we are. It's about time I become a real greaser, 'bout time I get tough.

It's the only way to survive.

I got up, walking through the pain, and headed out the door. I knew the guys would be worried, but I needed out. During that jumping, I'd lost my switchblade...Wish I had one. I didn't think a lot of times, I was like Pony in that way.

I headed toward Buck's party, it seemed like a greaser thing to do, to me at least. I really wish it was a shorter walk, I just wanted to forget everything. I knew a few things that would surely do that, but this seemed the best choice.

When I reached the door, I walked right in. I knew people wouldn't notice me anyway, I seemed to dissapear in the crowd a lot. I got pushed around a little by some person, dancing and drinking the night away. I was momentarily jealous, before I realized I was about to do the same thing.

I walked to the bar, where Buck himself and some chick were serving drinks.

"Well well well. If it isn't Mr. Cade himself? Just walked right in?" He smiled, almost welcoming and handed me a beer. "Free of charge, don't worry. You look like you could use a drink."

"Thanks." I smiled, and drank a sip.

"In fact... I don't believe I've ever seen you so much as sip on a beer. Hell, feel like getting a little boozed tonight?" He laughed, momentarily reminding me of Dally. I almost didn't say anything and just nodded, like I'd usually do. But, if I was gonna be a real greaser I needed to speak sometimes.

"Yea. Uhm, say. I don't have much...money wise." I said, as strong as I could manage.

"Aw! Pal, that's cool. Whatever, I don't care." I could tell he was completely wasted. But hell, free beers for me.

I chugged the beer and down and said goodbye to my reality.

A few hours...later.

I could barely even remember my name. I was dancing awful close to some chick, I think she said her name was Becky. I'd had at least seven beers, I lost count after the seventh.

"Hey, baby?" She ran her hand down my chest, all the way down and pulled at a belt loop. "How about you and me go on upstairs...For a little, alone time."

I laughed. "Hell yeah." I didn't even have any sense, I was just like Buck, completely wasted. She pulled me by the belt loops, while I tried not to stumble.

"Johnny?" I turned around sharply, everyone here had been calling me Cade all night. Dallas had a mean sorta look on his face.

Shit. I was in deep.

Dallas' Point of View, earlier that night/day.

I was beyond pissed off, once I saw Johnny's arm. Those damn soc's! They went too damn far this time. I had beat it out of there, real quick. I walked toward Tim's house, knowing he'd help out. Sure, we fought alot, but we were both the same. He'd get a few guys, and we'd go jumpin some Soc's, give them a piece of their own medicine.

I reached the house and knocked loudly, a tune they knew quite well. Tim's little brother, Curly, opened the door. Sometimes he looked just like Tim, it was scary.

"Dallas." He spoke, irritably, mimicking his brother's acts.

"Curly, listen. Is your brother here?" I growled out quickly, in no mood to play games with this kid. He wasn't like Pony at all, Pony knew to keep his mouth shut good. However, Curly seemed not to be scared of many people.

"Why ya wanna know?" The stupid kid, questioned. A smirk creeped upon his face, obviously knowing he was getting to me.

"Is he here or not?" I leaned my elbow up on the side of their house.

"Yea, he's here." He didn't move an inch, his smirk was really pissing me off.

After a short staredown, I got annoyed and pushed past him. Stomping up the stairs to his room. It was a normal house for someone like us, him and Curly had a punch of guys living there to help pay for it. It was headcourters for their gang. I found his room quickly, and knocked, same tune as before.

"Hold on Dallas." He said sleepily. I heard a girl's voice and was quickly glad I wasn't pissed enough to slam the door open.

The door opened slightly and he glared.

"What the hell do you want?" He growled.

"Johnny Cade got jumped. They sliced a few words into his skin, went too far." I spoke quickly, his eyes widened and momentarily he became shocked, before it faded as fast as it had come along.

"Okay. Get Curly to get a few of the guys, and I'll be down there as soon as I find my pants." He chuckled slightly and slamed the door in my face.

I rolled my eyes and went to find Curly. He was eating some kind of burger, and a beer in the kitchen, talking to some random guy.

"Curly. Go get a few guys together." I said, opening the fridge to look for a beer.

"Why should I?" He said with a mouth full of food.

"We're gonna jump some stuck-up shitheads." I told him, finding a beer and taking it. I popped off the top.

"Count me in!" The guy beside him says, punching his fist in the air.

"Me too." Curly said, and went off to find some more people.

Curly was young, but he could fight. I guess his brother had started teaching him how to a while back. I chugged some of the beer down, and set it on the counter. I heard feet scuffling down and saw the girl and Tim enter the kitchen.

"Sorry, but you've gotta go." He said, un-caringly. Angela, his sister, walked around him and stole my beer. That girl had some nerve. I glared at her, and she smirked.

"I know, I know. Big bad Timmy can't resist fighting Soc's." His girl said, rolling her eyes and giving him a dirty look. She made her way to the back door, but fell.

"Tramp." Angela said, laughing cooly. The girl got up off the floor and glared, storming out. After she left all the guys burst out laughing.

It turns out we had eight guys join us, and we were all ready to hunt some action. We all piled in some guys truck, and headed over to the west side, full of the snobby Soc's.

It wasn't long before we found a group of three guys walking. I'll admit, it wasn't fair. But neither was them jumping Steve and Johnny. We'd lunged at them, not bothering to toy with them and they looked like shit already. I had one of them down and was kicking him as hard as I could. Laughing while I did it, I got down on a knee and punched violently.

"Whoah. Dallas, chill. You don't wanna kill the kid." Tim said, the only one daring too. I hit him once more and stopped. I looked at Curly, who had a switchblade in his back pocket.

"Give me your blade, Curly." I demanded, reaching my hand out. He obeyed, handing it to me.

I pulled the kids shirt off, and put the knife down to his back, ready to carve a few words.

"Dallas. Don't." I glared at Tim, how could he say that?

"Why the hel not! They did the same damn thing to Johnny!" I growled.

"It's not worth it." I ignored him, and carved the word 'snob' in.

"Shit the cops!" I heard a guy scream, and most of them ran in different directions. I hopped in the truck with Curly and Tim, and they drove us back to our side. Luckily, the cops hadn't been anywhere close to us, someone just got spooked.

I told them to drop me off at Buck's, for a beer, which they did. Buck was passed out on the floor of the bar, so I went ahead and grabbed a few. I was ready to forget it all, and drink until I passed out, but a dark haired, dark skinned boy stopped me.

"Johnny?"

Kay, hope you enjoyed, that's all for now! :] If you guys wanna see something happen, LET ME KNOW. I will most gladly put it in the story. Review!

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