For all you people who were wondering where Dally was, here is a filler chapter about what he was doing. Aw, he's a big softy, lol

Dally POV

"So you idiots are keeping me in this stupid-ass cell right here in the police station till tomorrow? Or..."

"Only till someone gets you out, son." he said, pushing me into a cell with only one guy in it. He looked terrified. He musta heard that I killed a guy. He didn't look like he'd hurt a fly. Wonder what he did. I leaned against the bars and stared hard at the guy. He looked young, maybe Johnny's age. No scars, no blood stains, no signs of hardship. He shivered as I stared at him. Poor guy... not really poor, maybe an idiot for gettin' caught. The police men walked off. I grinned.

"Hey, guy." I said, making the guy jump. "Watcha in fer?" I asked.

"Um..." he stuttered, "S-shoplifting..." I cocked an eyebrow; damn it, Two-Bit's rubbin off on me. He shook again.

"Damn it, kid, I ain't gonna getcha..." I assured. I walked over and sat myself down next to the kid. "Waddya steal?" He rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a gun. I looked at it, it was a beautiful gun, stainless steel. It was small though. He slid it back in his pocket.

"You didn't steal dat, ya idiot kid." I said. He got defensive, like he wanted to impress me.

"I did too!"

"No you didn't..." I think he gave up, cause he bowed his head, ashamed. "Who'd you take the rap for?"

"My... older brother."

"You little idiot."

"What'd you do?" he asked. Okay, do he didn't hear. I leaned back, grinning with pride.

"I killed someone." The kids eyes grew.

"Who?"

"My best friend."

"What'd he do?"

"Killed Two-Bit."

"Two-Bit Matthews?" he asked, surprised.

"You know the kid?"

"Yeah... he gave me a ride once. He was... tuff..."

"Yeah... he was a tuff guy... He died trying to do the best for his little sister."

"Hm?"

"Never mind." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Gotta cancer stick?" He dug in his pockets and pulled out a pack of Kool. I grinned, took one and lit it up. I took a long drag and blew out through my nose. I was smiling by that point. The kid was staring at me.

"So you killed a guy?"

"Yeah..." The door to the station opened up and in came Steve. His face was bruised. I got up and went to the bars. "Yo, Stevie-boy. Who smacked ya?"

"Kendra." he said. I turned to the guy.

"This is my ride, kid."

"Oh..."

"Anyone comin' to get ya?"

"Nah..."

"Whats ya name? I can get ya out."

"Chris..."

"Aiight." I turned back to Steve. "Stevie, sign Chris out too." I told him. He looked at me.

"Awful nice of ya, eh Dal?"

"Shaddup, he didn't do it."

"Alright..." he said. The fuzz came back and looked at Steve.

"What?"

"I'm here to bail out Dallas and Chris."

"Alright... one moment." he went back in the back room again and came back out. He was grinning. He walked over to us and unlocked the bars. "Get outta here, guys. Both of ya." He said. Chris got up and followed me closely, like he was afraid of the fuzz. Either the fuzz, or Steve. Once we got out to Steve's car, Chris spoke up.

"Thanks..." I nodded.

"Get outta here, fore I change my mind." He ran off. Steve looked at me. "What."

"You big softy..." I slapped him good. He laughed. "You are!" I hit him again.

"Hurry up, lets go to the hospital and catch up with Darry."

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