Johnny didn't say anything for a long time. Tears were falling down my face as I tried to hold my sobs in. This was it. I was finally going to tell someone. I kept my back facing the other way debating whether or not I should just say I'm pregnant or just walk away.

As I turned around and began to say something, Johnny wrapped his arms around me. I was quick to bury my head into his neck and cry softly. Johnny was a pretty small kid compared to the majority of the boys in my neighborhood, but compared to my size, Johnny was about an inch taller.

There was something comforting about being in Johnny's presence. It remind me of Angela arms and watching the clouds. It was freeing, like I wasn't alone in the world. Eventually I stopped crying and backed up so I could look Johnny in the eyes. I wish I didn't. His eyes looked upset in a way that I knew was caused by me. I shut my eyes as he brought his hand up to my cheek and gently brushed away my remaining tears. I softened into his touch.

Johnny surprised me by talking in a firm voice, "Are you pregnant?"

I quickly opened my eyes and pulled away from him. "How'd you know? Am I showing that much already?"

Johnny's eye widened, "No, no, no. Nothing like that. I just figured that you wouldn't tell me about Dallas unless it was something major, you dig? Plus you started bawling your eyes out and usually you don't do that unless you were terrified of something. You do know that I am here for you, right?"

That was a long speech on Johnny's end. I just shook my head. I didn't deserve people like Johnny. Johnny was considerate and loving. His family may beat him, but he still saw the best in the world. Just like Pony.

"You can't tell anyone Johnny. Please." I requested desperately.

"I won't. I promise."

"Johnny? I questioned.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"Will you stay with me?" I looked up into his eyes hopefully.

"Always."

And with that he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me as we watch the clouds go on. From that moment on, I knew that I would be okay as long as I had Johnny by my side.

Two-Bit was laying on the couch when I got home. His legs were over the edge and his head was leaning against a pillow as he was sipping his beer. My sense of smell had been increasing ever since I got knocked up so I wasn't that surprised when I was grossed out by the smell of the alcohol.

I decided to go to my room before I threw up and caused a series of questions. But with no such luck.

"Hey Kitty-Cat. Are you actually joining us for dinner?" Two-Bit stuttered as he got off the couch and stretched.

"Yeah. This is my house. Last time I checked, your family lived down the street. Shouldn't you be eating there?" I said with a bit of an attitude.

Two-Bit smirked, "Well if you actually ate here more often, you would know that every Saturday the gang comes over to the Curtis' to eat."

I rolled my eyes. Just great.

"Fine. I'll be in my room until then."

"Hey now Cat. Don't get all moody. It isn't a good trait for you. I don't know what has gotten into you, but cool it, yeah?"

I slammed my door as I got to my room. Who did he think he was? Telling me what to do? I knew this was completely immature, but I couldn't help it.

Dinner was nothing like I expected. It was pretty awkward. Nobody knew what to say. I slumped back into my chair as I stirred the food around on my plate.

Johnny sat next to me on my left along with Steve on my right. I eventually got sick of the quietness and started a conversation.

"So Pony, read any good books lately?" I questioned.

Ponyboy didn't respond, let alone look at me. I sighed. I didn't know how to get him to talk to me.

Johnny shot me a look of sympathy as he stated, "Pony and I started reading a book. Gone With The Wind. Well to be fair, he's reading and I'm listening."

I smiled. At least somebody wanted to talk to me. This lead to Dally and Soda staring at Johnny. The kid never talked a lot, no matter how hard they tried.

The rest of the dinner went on uneventfully. Every once in a while there was small talk, but nothing major. After dinner, when I retreated to my room I could hear the loud sound of music, chatter and laughter. I guess it was my fault that the dinner was so awkward.

That night, I stayed up late thinking of ways on how I could make it up to my family. I wanted nothing more than to make them part of my life again. I knew that I needed them now more than ever.