𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 - 𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐏

(A/N: Minor and major things will be changed)

—Those words I dreaded to hear after the rumble in the lot echoed throughout the room. "Johnny...he's dead." I wanted to know why Johnny told Ponyboy to stay gold. But I guess it's something between them.

"Dallas is gone," he continued. "He ran out like the devil was after him. He's gonna blow up. He couldn't take it."

How can Ponyboy take it? Dally is way tougher than he is. Then it hit me. Johnny was the only thing dally loved. And now Johnny is gone. "So he finally broke." Two-bit says for all of us. "So even dally has a breaking point." Ponyboy started visibly shaking.

I was worried. No fourteen year old should go through that. Not anyone, but especially Ponyboy. I wanted to make him feel better. But I didn't know how. "Try to get him to sit down. You're best with him." Darry said in a low voice to me.

"Ponyboy," I said softly. "You look sick. Sit down." I talked to him like an injured animal. Because at this point, that is what he is. He's badly injured from the socs and he looks like a puppy. Not like Johnny puppy— but a puppy needing a soft place to lay. He does reminds me of Johnny though.

Johnny can't be dead...

"I'm okay. I don't want to sit down." Everyone could tell he was sick. Darry walked towards him but Ponyboy backed away. "Don't touch me." The phone rang; Darry backed away and answered the phone.

It ended up being dally saying he knocked off a store and he needed a place to hide. We all ran out of the house and started running to the lot. We couldn't lose two friends that night...

...but we did.

The gunshots crackled through the air and dally fell onto the lot grass. I could lose him or anyone for that matter. I immediately called an ambulance. Not caring how long he spends in jail, I just want him to be okay.

They soon got dally into the ambulance, they started working on him to bring him back to life. Suddenly a paramedic said, "I've got a pulse!" I looked at Ponyboy and smiled for the very first time that dreadful night. We saved dally but what about Johnny? He's dead...

— A week passes. Dally was out of the hospital and survived the gunshots. The police were in jail for attempted manslaughter. We were all at the house when the landline started to ring; Darry went and answered it. "Yes this is he. Who's callin?" Darry asks after a minute. His facial expressions were all over the place during the call. After a while, he finally hung up. "What was it?" I ask.

"Johnnys alive."