The outsiders

Life

Where the gang was...

"No I haven't seen him."

Darry says, running his fingers through his hair. He looked around at the exhausted gang, almost everyone hadn't slept any since Bree and Soda had went missing. Pony was having an awful time without Soda, he had almost cried every night, but that seemed to be the whole gang as well. Dally had even let the tough guy mask drop every now and then especially when Bree was mentioned. Dally sniffled slightly and ran his fingers through his hair.

"She's in trouble, Bobs probably got her." Two bit says, solemnly for once.

"Don't say that." Pony says, sniffling as well.

"What are we going to do?" Dally asks.

"We should go out and look." Darry says.

"Dar, its three in the morning." Steve says, sighing.

"I just-" He sighs, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks.

"I just want them to be okay." He finishes.

Everyone nods.

Then suddenly they all realized with a shock that Johnny was no where to be found.

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Where Bree and Soda was.

Bree's POV

I reach up and gently stroke Sodas hair, by this point he was sound asleep. I kiss him softly on the lips, holding him tightly. I push his hair aside and look at the slash across his forehead, I wish there was something to clean it or at least wipe the blood away. I suddenly get an idea, I tear a small part of my shirt and wipe the blood away. Suddenly I hear a small yelp almost like a puppy. I run in the other room and see Johnny, motionless and white as a sheet. I barely brush my hand against his and he jumps.

"B-b-Bree?" He says weakly.
"Yeah johnnycake." I say as calmly as I could muster up.
"S-s-s-stay g-gold." He says and his head lulls to the side.