Chapter Eleven- Missing Again

Another month passed and Johnny slowly started to recover from the beating Randy had given him. Dally was all wildfire. He wanted revenge.

"Johnny?" Darry asked. I looked up. Darry had his head poked in Johnny's room.

"Get up." Darry said and in a minute, Johnny appeared.

"What?" Johnny asked as he sat down next to me on the couch.

"It's Dally. He wants revenge on Randy for what he did to you, Johnny, and we can't talk any sense into him. Maybe you can?" Soda asked and Johnny stared at the ground. I knew he hated to think that Dal could get jailed again for getting revenge for something that happened to him.

"Yeah, Soda, I'll talk to him." Johnny said. "I'll go find him. He's probably at the Dingo."

"I'll go with you." I said.

"Oh no you don't, mister. You got homework." Darry reminded me. Thank God summer is only a few months off!

"That's alright, Pony, I can go on my own." Johnny said and I shrugged.

"Okay. Be careful." I said. Johnny grabbed his jean jacket and walked out of the house. I stalked off to my room to do my homework. It was pretty easy. I was done really quick. I went into the living room to see if Johnny had come back yet.

"Hey Soda." I said and Soda looked up at me.

"Hey, Pony." He said and looked back towards the TV. He was tired. He had had a pretty busy day at work.

"Johnny back yet?" I asked.

"No, you know, he ain't. It's been what, an hour?" Soda asked and I nodded. An hour was about right.

"I'll go find him." I said.

"Be careful, Ponyboy." Soda warned and I shrugged. I nearly ran out of the house and I did run down the street. Where was Johnny? I knew I needed to get my strength back into my legs anyway. I had been sitting for an hour and they were about asleep.

I ran to the Dingo. It wasn't very far from Pickett and Sutton. I peered in the window and Dallas and Tim Shepard were talking.

"Dally!" I said as I walked in. Johnny had been right.

"Hey, Pony! Whatcha up to?" Dallas asked.

"Nothin'. I came to find Johnny. He's been gone about an hour and I came to find him." I said. Dally gave me a look that told me Johnny hadn't been at the Dingo all day and that Dallas hadn't seen him.

"Oh God, Dally, please tell me you've seen Johnny!" I said.

"Naw, kid, I ain't seen him. C'mon! If those Socs have got to him again, I'll kill them, I swear!" Dallas said and he cursed under his breath.

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"Ya'll find him?" I called to Soda and Steve.

"Naw! He ain't no where!" Steve yelled beak.

"You check the lot?" Darry asked Dally.

"He ain't there. Me an' Pony checked." Dally said and I nodded. We had. And we hadn't found Johnny.

"Well were the heck would he be?" Darry asked, growing angry.

"I don't know, but I think I got a pretty good idea." Dallas said and he started to stomp down the street.

"Dally! Were are you goin'?" I asked as I and the others trotted down the street after him. Dally didn't say anything and he kept stomping down the street. I then knew where he was headed. To the drive-in. We got there and Dally scanned the parking lot for someone. Then he proceeded to stomp over to a red mustang in such a rage, I thought the pavement would crack.

"Open up, Adderson! I got a word for you!" Dally said and Randy climbed out.

"Whatcha want, greaser?" Randy asked and I'm sure that if he had known he was talking to Dally Winston, he wouldn't have said that. Dally picked him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Alright, talk, where's Johnny?" He demanded through clenched teeth.

"The one who killed Bob? Oh, we showed him." Randy said and Dally tightened his grip on his collar.

"What did you do to him?"

"Look man, I don't want trouble." Randy said.

"Too bad. When you beat up Johnny the first time, you asked for trouble. And yer friend Bob deserved what he got! Now tell me, where's Johnny?" Dally said in a dangerous voice.

"H-He's in Oklahoma City. We jumped him and ditched him there!" Randy said in a scared voice, knowing Dallas was about to blow his top. Dally threw Randy against the car and stormed back towards me and the gang.

"Where's Johnny?" Two-Bit asked.

"Oklahoma City." Dally grumbled.

"Where are you goin', Dal?" Darry asked as we walked after him.

"I'm goin' to find Johnny, where'd ya think?" Dallas nearly screamed in Darry's face.

"If yer goin', we's comin', too." Steve said and Dally didn't say anything. I glanced at Soda, who shrugged. We followed Dally down the street towards home. We were going to Oklahoma City.

A/N- OK, guys, this is it for this story. Hope you've enjoyed. Anyway, the sequel will be here VERY soon so keep your eyes pealed! Thanks to all my reviewers and keep reviewing! Until then, see ya!

-Robin