Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Outsiders or the Characters or anything. The fabulous S.E. Hinton does.

A/N: Please reread chapter 4 because I finished that chapter. Thanks guys. Please send me some suggestions because I'm running out of ideas. Writers block sucks! I am so happy with this chapter!

Ponyboy's POV

Soda left that night for a double date with Steve. He was taking Sandy and Steve was taking Evie. Evie and Sandy turned out to be really good friends before this.

Johnny had left, attempted to go home. So far he was not back and we couldn't here screaming so I hoped he was in the clear.

I was cutting up some chicken when I felt a sting in my hand. I realized I had sliced my finger open and it was bleeding heavily.

Darry saw me and grabbed my hand.

"What were you doing? Didn't I tell you to pay attention? You never learn." He lectured me, running my hand under water. It didn't stop bleeding do he ended up having to stitch it.

He lectured me the whole time he was stitching it.

X

Soda's POV

I really like Sandy a lot. She was different than other greaser girls. She was smart and modest, beautiful too.

I walked into the house with Steve trailing behind me. What I saw did not make me very happy.

Darry was pacing, angry, and Pony was sitting on the couch staring through the TV, the kicked puppy expression he wore whenever someone yelled at him was clear on his face. Behind me Steve huffed annoyingly.

"What happened?" I asked Pony, but Darry answered for me.

"He wasn't paying attention, again, and cut his finger open while cutting the chicken." I signed.

"You alright Pone?" I asked, grabbing his hand.

"I'm fine, Soda, it didn't even hurt." He replied, trying to seem tough with Steve here. I sighed, he would have to tell me the truth when we talked later tonight.

I grabbed some chocolate milk at sat next to Steve, watching TV.

Ponyboy's POV

I started to fall asleep watching Mickey Mouse. I said goodnight to everyone and went to bed. I heard Soda say bye to Steve and follow me to bed.

I knew something was up because he usually stays up later than this.

"Pony, does your finger hurt?" He asked once we had laid down.

"Not really, it stung a bit, but I'm fine I promise." I told him truthfully.

I felt him nod and wrap his arm around me.

X

I stretched and reluctantly crawled out of the warm bed. I saw Johnny on the couch when I got out of the shower.

"Hey Johnny, want to play some football?" I asked. He nodded.

"Eat some breakfast, Ponyboy." Darry commanded. I shook my head.

"I'm not hungry." I told him, walking out the door with Johnny.

We played one on one for a while, mostly just goofing off. After that we just through some real passes. (I know nothing about football and for everyone's sake I won't attempt to act like I do.)

"Hey Johnny, I'm going to go see Soda, want to come?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Naw, I'll hang here for a while." I nodded and left to go to the DX.

(I hope you know where I'm going with this…)

I was about two blocks from the DX when I felt something following me. I turned a bit and saw a blue mustang.

I hurried into the DX. Soda grabbed me by my shoulders and I jumped.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"There was a mustang trailing me." I confessed, knowing he would find out somehow anyway. He cursed softly, shaking his head.

"Steve's car broke down, we got to walk home." He told me, I nodded.

"We get off at six, you got a book?" I nodded, he had three hours until he got off so I had brought two books.

I was reading To Kill A Mocking Bird when Soda walked in, telling me it was time to go.

I grabbed my book, tucking it under my arm and heading out. We neared the lot when Steve picked up a familiar jacket, shaken in blood. I nearly threw up, it was Johnnycakes's.

We heard a groan and we ran towards it.

Steve flipped over Johnny and I took off running to get Darry.

"Darry! Johnny's hurt real bad!" I screamed when I neared the house. The rest of the gang came running out.

I was already at the lot and Darry came up behind me.

Between sobs Johnny gasped out his story that the Socs had jumped him.

The details he told us made me sick. I swallowed bile that rose in my throat. The gang wasn't much better, Steve and Dallas were swearing, Two-Bit was somber, and Darry was stoic.

Darry picked up Johnny and carried him to the house. Steve immediately threw Johnny's jacket in the wash.

Dallas hasn't followed us to the house, he headed to the West Side to stir up some trouble.

A/N: oh no! What's wrong with Johnny? What's Dallas going to do? Please read from the East Side, it's the first song I've ever showed to anyone. I write a lot of songs but I keep them secret.