Okay. So this chapter is the result of a little bit of writer's block, writing some of it at almost eleven at night, and then suddenly knowing exactly what to do with the rest of the chapter. ^_^ I hope everyone enjoys it! =D

Also, thanks to the very nice people who reviewed! It means a lot and I'm so glad that you liked the first chapter. And thanks to HeroicEight for adding this story as their favorite! =D

And by the way...

Iamafanoftoomanythingstoname: Lol. Glad you liked the conga line part! ^_^ Thanks for reading it. And as for the cliff hanger, well... you're just gonna have to find out when you read this chapter. ;D Thanks for the review.

JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset: Haha. I don't think I made Johnny sassy in this chapter, but I'll try to in the next chapter! In fact, when I do, know that it'll be especially for you! =D Also, I love your username! ^_^

Anyways, here's the story! I hope everyone likes it! =)

Ponyboy's POV:

"Hey, Darry, where do I put my bags?"

"Why did you pack that many?" We're going for a week, not a month!"

"Where do I put them?"

"In the back."

"Where's the back?"

Darry was becoming annoyed. "It's opposite of the front."

I watched as a confused Two-Bit tried to figure out where to put his many suit cases. The van was so full that it actually was hard to tell the difference between the front and the back. Most of Two-Bit's bags were filled with hair grease, stuff he'd stolen, and clothes. A lot of it was stuff you wouldn't need on a camping trip; but Two-Bit didn't care. He brought it all.

I already had my stuff in the van. Darry, Soda, and I had two bags a piece. Two-Bit, oddly enough, had four. Steve had two and Dally had one. But that was by choice. Johnny had only one, too. And it was only half full. I felt bad for him; but I didn't say anything because he didn't like to talk about it.

I leaned against the rail of our front porch, watching everyone. Johnny walked over and stood next to me. "Are you looking forward to camping?" I asked.

Johnny nodded and smiled. "Are you?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Me and Darry and Soda used to go camping with our parents."

"What was it like?"

I smiled, remembering.

We'd pack our bags and get out our camping gear at the beginning of summer. When school ended, Mom and Dad would take us to a great camping spot nearby a lake and we'd come there every summer and camp. Dad and Darry would always get the firewood while Mom would unload the van. Me and Soda would always put up the tents. We'd sing songs and tell stories and roast marsh-mellows together as a family. Those were some of the best times of my life.

Johnny smiled when I'd finished telling him all that. "Camping sounds real fun," he told me.

"It is," I replied. "It's more fun when you're actually out there camping, though."

Johnny nodded and smiled.

"Is everyone ready?" Darry called.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Two-Bit exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yep. Can't wait," Steve said.

"Yeah! Let's go!" Sodapop exclaimed, more excited about this than anyone. Well, anyone except Two-Bit.

Johnny gave a short nod and I said, "We're ready."

Dally rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "The faster we leave, the faster we'll get there," he pointed out.

Darry sighed and got into the driver's seat of the van. "Everyone in," he ordered.

We all got into the van with Dally sitting up front with Darry; Soda and Steve in the middle seats; and Johnny, Two-Bit, and me in the very back.

Darry started the van and we were off to our camping trip. I tried to fall asleep after a few minutes but couldn't, because Dally had the radio playing so loud. I tried to tune it out, but couldn't. Darry turned it down a little after another couple of minutes, but it was too late. I already had a major headache. That's when Two-Bit began going on and on about some random joke that made no sense and that only he thought was funny. Two-Bit was a good buddy, but I could only take so much on a four hour trip to the country. Johnny stayed awake and listened to Two-Bit, laughing occasionally. Sodapop and Steve enjoyed each others' company and kept an on-going conversation. Darry was quiet and Dally made all the noise he could. Matter of fact, I think he was purposely trying to annoy me.

After about an hour and a half of trying to fall asleep and not succeeding, I finally just sat up straight and listened to Two-Bit talk. "...But that was the only time I ever heard Kathy tell a joke as funny as my jokes," he was telling Johnny. Johnny nodded and I was surprised that he'd been able to listen to all of Two-Bit's endless stories. Normally, I didn't mind them. But on that particular day, I wasn't feeling well and Dally's music was making me more frustrated.

I missed a little of Two-Bit's next story, but listened when he got to the middle. "But I smart off at Socs all the time," he was saying. "And cops, too. Did you know that cops are suckers for that joke about the farmer and the cheese?" Johnny shrugged. "Well, they are," Two-Bit told him. The story was growing longer and going no where, when I finally said, "Can we please talk about something else?"

Two-Bit grinned. "Sure, Pony!" he exclaimed. "What do you wanna talk about?" "Anything but cops, Socs, and farmers," I answered, irritated. "What hit you on the wrong side of the head?" Two-Bit asked. I sighed. "Two-Bit, the expression is: 'What made you fall off the wrong side of the bed'," I told him. "The way I said it is better. It's more original," Two-Bit replied.

I couldn't help but smile. If anyone was original, it was Two-Bit Matthews.

"So, have you ever been camping before, Two-Bit?" I asked, wanting to change the subject.

"Well, sure I have!" Two-Bit exclaimed. "Plenty of times!" He grinned. "But that was just back yard camping!"

I smiled and turned to look at Johnny. "You ever been camping, Johnnycake?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Does sleeping out in the lot count?" he asked. "No," I told him. "I meant like a real camping trip. Or back yard camping."

He shook his head. "In that case, no. I ain't never been camping."

"Well, I know you'll like this trip!" Two-Bit exclaimed. "It'll be unforgettable!"

We all exchanged small talk for a while and then I stared out the window. We'd been driving, overall, for about two and a half hours and since it was now around ten thirty, traffic was starting to pick up. I easily spotted at least four cars around us. The people who were driving in front of us were going very slow and I instantly thought about how it could take longer to get there than it normally would.

I yawned, finally able to tune out Dally's loud music. I laid my head on the side of the window and drifted off into a sleep filled with many dreams...

Two and a half hours later...

I felt myself lunge forward and exit my dream world. My head hit the back of Soda's seat and Two-Bit, who wasn't wearing a seat belt, flew over Steve and Soda and landed head first on the floor board in front of them. I heard Johnny hit the side of the window loudly and I heard the two airbags in the front seats go off. I saw Steve and Soda duck to the floorboard. I heard someone yelp. And that was the last thing I remembered before it all went black.

Now that is a cliff hanger. I hope... =P Review if you like it, please! ^^