I don't deserve, anymore reviews! In fact, don't review at all.(...maybe just a few.:)) but no, seriously. I feel so bad for not updating. I'm not giving any excuses, except that I suck. It's super short, because I suck. I'm trying to really get into this story, I really am. I just...I don't feel it much anymore, y'know? Anyway...Heres a little something. If I'm feeling up to it, I might post tonight again.

THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER. IT'S A MINI-NOT-EVEN-A-CHAPTER-WORTHY-CHAPTER.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Dally's POV.

I stared at Johhny for around five minutes, before finally realizing it was actually Johnny. He attempted to turn around, and trudge up the stairs, obviously drunk. I grabbed his arm and hauled him down the stairs, and out of the bar, leaving the girl confused.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I yelled, as if I wasn't pissed enough tonight.

"Aw hell, Dallas. You aint my father, back off." Johnny replied.

I probably would've laughed this off, had it been any other night. I probably would've encouraged him to get a little wasted, and head off with a pretty young thing like her. But this wasn't a normal night, he was only doing this cause he felt like crap. I wasn't bound to let him get as tough as me just cause of this.

"Johnny come on, we're going to the Curtis'. You're wasted." I said, tired of dealing with all of this.

He shook his head, and started heading down the street away from me, stumbling.

"Johnny! Come on, Johnny!" I sighed, and jogged to catch up to him.

Steve's pov.

I awoke to Two-bit and Ponyboy wrestling, I groaned. These slices were a ton more painful when they were matched with bruises. I kicked Two-bit from where I was, and his hand slid around my ankle, yanking me to the hardwood floor. I muttered a profainity, as my back slammed down hard.

"Shit! Sorry Steve, I forgot!" Two-bit said, quickly. I tried to laugh it off, but it turned into a grimace.

"Hey Listen. I think I'm gonna go try to find Evie, tell her what happened and stuff." I said quickly, and waved a goodbye as I walked out the door.

The walk to Evie's was peaceful and quiet, and when I finally reached the door, I almost regretted not walking longer. Damn Ponyboy, he's rubbing off on me. I knocked on the door, and smiled when she answered.

"Hey babe." I winked.

"Steve." She grabbed me and pushed me inside. "I thought.. you were dead!"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"My cousin!-"

"The soc?"

"Yes, the soc! He said you were dead." She kissed my cheeks, and grabbed my arms tightly, like she was afraid of me leaving. It was only then did I realize her lovely face was marked with tears, and her makeup clearly smeared.

"Was he just trying to mess with you?" I hugged her tightly, trying to calm the poor girl down.

"He said-, he said him and his buddies beat you and the small boy, James? No...Johnny! That they beat you two up, and left you there to die. He said you were dead."

Wait. What the hell?

I wasn't dead. Was I?