Chapter 3 "The truth might kill"

It was silent for several seconds before Ocean asked, "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a thousand-no a billion needles in my eyes," I said.

She giggled, and said, "Okay, do you remember when I said, I didn't…have a name?"

"Yeah…..why?"

"Well, I don't."

"How?"

"I was adopted."

"So, wouldn't your foster parents name you, or the adoption center name you?" I asked.

"They don't-they didn't-they didn't know my real name so they called me Ocean, so technically it's my name but no one else called me that", she explained.

"Okay, I get it," I said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, really I'm not lying," I said.

She sighed, "So…..you're not surprised, or mad?"

"No, why would I be?" I asked.

It was quiet for a few seconds then she said, "I don't know." (A/N: Ocean shrugged when Rayna had asked, but she realized quickly and said that)

"Hey, do you want to come over?" I asked.

"Uh…I can't, I have things planned," Ocean said uneasily.

"Ocean, are you afraid of my brothers, and friends?" I asked, quietly.

But the gang (minus, Dally, and Johnny), looked over at me.

"No, why would I be?"

"You always seem uneasy around them, but you seem like that around all boys, so are you just scared of boys?"

"N-no," –Beep-Beep-Beep-

I hanged up, and plopped down on the couch next to Pony. The guys were staring at me. I ignored them, I focused on the TV, and focused on the fact Ocean might have been lying to me.

I had my concert at the school, where I sang, 'Knew you were trouble' by Taylor Swift (A/N: I know Taylor Swift isn't 80s or 60s, but it's kind of a mix of different ages. So don't review about, how that's not in the 60s/80s. Get over it, its my book not yours. I'm sick of being nice, to people.) The whole gang were there, minus Johnny. Dally came back just the other night.

He was mad about something, but we didn't know what, we were thinking it was Johnny, but Dally said he couldn't find Johnny. That's all I could think about, what if he's hurt, or-

I got interrupted when the clapping started, and I realized I was done with my performance. I got up, and made it towards the gang, we watched some more solos then left.

We got in the truck, and went to DQ (Dairy Queen) for dinner. We all couldn't really eat that well. We were all too worried about Johnny, and what had happened.

We got home at 11, we had to drop off Two-bit, and Dally at Buck's party, and Steve at his house. We passed by Johnny's house but nobody was there, at else seemed like nobody was there.

When we got home I was so tired I almost fell asleep walking in. I fell asleep on the couch and Soda took me to my room. I was so tired but I couldn't get to sleep. Finally around 1 I went to sleep.

I didn't get much sleep, cause I woke up at 3 to a loud bang. I ran down stairs half asleep, to see what's going on. That was probably really stupid, I mean someone could have just broke in, but I didn't care.

Soda, and Pony came out next, and then Darry came and turned on all the lights. At first I didn't see anything, but once I adjusted to the light I saw the door wide open, the screen and the wood door.

Then once we made in the living room all the way, we saw what looked like could be Dallas Winston, with a figure he just laid down on the couch.

It was too dark to see who it was, but once we got close enough we could see who it was, but we really didn't like what we saw. And I really wished we looked for it earlier before this happened, but it was too late, and we all knew it.

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to update, and sorry it's so short...R&R PLEASE!