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Ponyboy: Whoa, slow down

Darry: He's right, quit your babbling. It's unlady like.

Twobit: CHUCKY CHEDDAR!

Dally: SHUT UP AND GO TO REHAB YOU CRAZY DRUNK!

Johnny: oookkkk… on with the story.

Dally's:

I can't believe that these bitches had the audacity to do this to me. Like I would be this crazy. Ok, maybe I am, but I'm not this psycho to do it to a kid. Now I was walking down the street on my way to bucks to go get myself drunk to get away from those crazy ass people I call my friends. Ponyboy has a lot of nerve.

Everyone looked at me at the sudden mention of the murderer's eye color.

"Are you guys freaking kidding me?" I asked astounded. "You think I'm the one that did the drop on Baby Curtis?"

I never noticed how stupid my friends could be.

"No, no of course not Dally. Of course we'll need precautions," said Steve getting into secret Agent mode.

"Yes, my dear partner is right. Where were you last night at the time of the murder?" questioned Two-bit. They both put on dark sunglasses that showed up out of nowhere. I could feel my patients wearing thin.

"I WAS HERE WITH YOU BONE HEADS!". These people could not be detectives I swear.

Just as I said that, Two-bit slammed his hand down on the counter.

"LIES!" He yelled.

"Now speak the truth. You're not going to like my partner when he gets angry," warned Steve. I looked at the rest of the gang. Soda and Darry had looks of amusement and shock on their faces from the scene of good cop bad cop. Johnny was watching with wide eyes while Ponyboy stared in shock with his mouth hanging open. Steve and Two-bit looked ready to pounce on me while throttling me with a cord around my neck.

I was getting tired of this. I grabbed both of their heads and slammed in down on the table. They both groaned and fell to the ground.

Ponyboy seemed to get out of his stupor. He shook his head.

"Ok, no. It was not Dally, Bonnie and Clyde. You need to stop with this detective act that will put us all behind bars one day". He glared at them and the two of them jumped off the floor and took off their glasses.

"Then it was Steve!" yelled out Two-bit. He put his glasses back on and raised and accusing hand to Steve. "Admit it Steve. You wanted to get rid of the kid since Day 1. So you committed to the crime yesterday. That's why you were the last one here".

"You idiot! I had work. Besides isn't it always the quiet ones. Johnny would fit the bill," screamed Steve in outrage.

"You stupid bitches. Johnny was with me the whole entire time. Plus, his eyes are freaking black". I had to protect Johnny from these fools who would get us all killed one day.

"Calm down," Darry said with authority. He looked like he wanted to bash all our heads together. His ice green- blue eyes then landed on me. "We all know we can't be the murderer, because everyone was here at the same time, right?"

"Yeah, but Darry everyone came at different times at night. Ponyboy doesn't even remember what time he was murdered," Sodapop countered. What he said was true and we all know it.

"So how do we watch ourselves if we don't know who the murderer is?" asked Johnny quietly. It seemed like no one had a real answer to his question.

Pony sighed. "I'll watch you guys and scan the peremiter. I don't know if it's anyone we know but it could be a soc.

"How can you tell?" asked Steve. He was also curious to hear what the little ghost had to say.

"Cause' he was wearing a black ski mask and jeans and black shirt. They had no holes, but it could still be a greaser," said the youngest red head of the bunch.(yes two-bit is a red head).

"Just keep a look out on everyone just incase," said Darry with a glance in my direction.

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice that there are footsteps behind me.

"Hey Winston!" a voice called my name. I turned around and saw Tim and Curly Shepherd walking towards me.

"Is it true that Ponyboy Curtis got murdered?" asked Curly with a hint of desperation. I hated to tell the kid that one of his close friends were dead. Pony and Curly were a strange pair but somehow they made it worked. They were like peanut butter and jelly with how opposite they are.

I looked down. "Yea", I said.

Curly looked down and seemed to be deep in thought. A troubled expression graced his young handsome face. Tim was looking down at his brother with a bit of protectiveness. The same thing I have over Johnny.

"That &&*^$$^&* psycho killer. Pulling stupid crazy ** S*** like that," Tim cursed. He was mad. Not only did they just take his friend's life, but now it was more dangerous than ever to be out at night.

"Do you know who did it Dal?" Tim asked. His eyes hardened even more, just like mine. It was like staring in the mirror.

"No, we st-," "Dallas Winston and Tim Shepherd, you're under arrest," the cop interrupted me.