Chapter 2--- Home Sweet Home

Title-Avoided

By-Angel

The Outsiders

Disclaimer---I in NO WAY own the Outsiders, However I wish I do...It would save me louds of trouble to just make Dally/Johnny together rather than killing than off.

A.N. I do hope you enjoy this chapter...I wrote it rather quickly. My chapters will get longer soon...I hope this one makes more sense...Heh if you have any suggestion, message me on my profile or submit a review.

Johnny felt like a mess. To simply put it...his head hurt, he was out of cigarettes and had a huge bruise on his leg that made it difficult to walk. He signed as he looked out of his bedroom window before jumping at the sound of a loud BLAM downstairs. 'Seems Pops is home now...Shit'.

His father had a way of showing affection for Johnny by beating the shit out of him when he came home from his late nights at the bar. Not that Johnny blamed him, He knew his father had it rough with a low-paying job, his wife cheating on him, and his son playing with gang members on the street. Dallas always hated Johnny's father for what he did to him, But Johnny himself couldn't seem to feel anything besides love towards his old man.

"Get down here boy!" Johnny's father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. With much pain and difficulty, Johnny walked down to the living room where his father was standing with a can of bear in his hand. Narrowed eyes watched Johnny as he made his way to his father limping.

"What happened to ya? Finally got ganged up from playing around with dem big boys eh?" His father slurred out.

"What did I tell you? I can't afford paying all the medical bills boy, and If you gonna get hurt then you can get a job for your damn self!". Johnny's father raised his hand, and with a loud SMACK hit Johnny on his cheek.

"Get away from me!" His father said as he headed to the kitchen. Johnny watched stunned that his father had just hit him, He had expected more.'Seems he wasn't drunk enough' Johnny thought as he headed out of the door ad towards Darry's house. Although it hurt to walk, Johnny was in no mood to deal with his father if he caught sight with him again. He knew he could sleep at Darry's and as He closed in on their door, He heard muffled voices from the inside.

"Whadda mean he's been avoidin ya?" Two-Bit munched out as he ate his doughnut. Dallas sighed again ' I swear he eats more than a family of hobo's'.

"I said Johnny aint been talking to me or nothin. Do you know if I did something to him or something? Or if I said something that mighta hurt his feelings?" Dallas asked Two-Bit. He couldn't find Johnny anywhere, and He wanted to know why the boy had refused to talk to him, let alone be by him for more than five minutes.

"Shucks, You know me and Johnny don't talk. Why don't you ask Pony? Him and Johnny are always together doin something." Two-Bit said as he took another bite. Dallas growled out in frustration 'When did Two-Bit get so smart?'. Finding a new lead, Dallas headed off to Ponyboy's room where the young man was currently reading a book. Knocking on the door, Dallas let himself in the room before sitting on a chair besides Pony's bed.

"Hey Pony, Do you know what's wrong with Johnny lately? He aint said nothing to ya about me doing something to him has he?" Dallas asked. Pony lifted his head from the book he was reading to look at Dallas."No, Why? Have you done something to him?" Pony asked.

Dallas sighed, then answered "Naw it just he's been avoiding me and I want to know why...Can you talk to him when you see him? I can't seem to find him and everytime I do, He runs off". Pony blinked then smiled at Dallas as he began to get up "Sure Dally, I will...anything else you need though? I'm at the good part in this book and-" He was cut off when Dallas said "Naw kid, but thanks. See ya later" and headed out the door.'Johnny...What's going on?'

After he heard Dallas head to Pony's room, Johnny went into the house. Two-Bit looked up, smiled at him then went into the kitchen.'He is such a pig sometimes' . Seeing as Dallas wasn't in the living room. Johnny went in and layed on the couch, covering himself with the cover that was placed on the left arm. Closing his eyes, Johnny breathed in the deep smell of cinnamon that the Curtis household had smelt like. The house may have been full of boys, but Darry made sure that it was a clean as their mother had left it. Lulled by the aroma, Johnny soon fell asleep, never noticing the pair of blue eyes that had seen him upon entering the room.

Also re-editted.