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"And don't come back!" The door loudly slammed shut afterwards. Johnny got up and dusted himself off. He had a dark purple spot under his left eye, a bleeding lip, and other scattered injuries.

He was sick of it. He was sick of either being ignored or yelled at/hit by his folks. What did he even ever do to them? He didn't understand. He just got blamed for everything, even if he didn't do anything! And now he just got thrown out of his house. Lovely.

Johnny stuck his thumbs in his pockets, kicked a cup lid off of the lawn, then angrily spedwalk to the lot, taking off running halfway. He kicked a tree and pulled on his hair in anger, then sank down on an old car seat and pulled his legs to his chest.

He wasn't crying, because greasers don't do that. Johnny wanted to, but held it in. He sighed, just wanting a change. He just wanted to be cared for by his parents. He wanted something like what Ponyboy and Sodapop had. They weren't father and son, but they were still real tight, and related. Johnny just wanted a family that cared about him.

While daydreaming, Johnny felt the seat shift under him. He looked up after a few seconds, and saw a blond-headed delinquent sitting next to him, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, hey, Dally." He sniffled a bit and shifted his position, letting his legs wander further from his chest.

"Hey, Johnnycake." Johnny took a cigarette that Dallas offered him and lit it. He leaned back on the seat and watched the smoke dance in the air as the cigarette burned. He took a drag of it after a moment of hesitation.

The two sat in silence until Dally's cigarette went out. He set the butt on his knee then flicked it away. Johnny still had a bit of his left to smoke, so he took another puff of it.

"Alright, buddy," Dally said while turning to face Johnny, "what's got you so sulky?" Johnny put it out on his jeans then flicked it away like Dally did. He didn't answer until Dally asked, or rather told, him again.

"Johnny. Tell me." Johnny sighed, knowing it was better to listen to Dally than disobey him. He still remembered that time at the dime store where Dally hit a guy so hard he knocked a tooth loose for not moving. Man, he was scary when mad.

"My folks kicked me out," Johnny said while wiping the blood from his lip with his thumb. He looked at the ground rather than at Dally's icy blue eyes. The silence following was almost deafening.

"...Need a place to stay?" Dally shifted in the old, worn car seat as he talked. Johnny looked up at him, specifically his eyes. They didn't look so cold. It was a bit weird seeing Dally not being either hostile or cocky.

"Uh, I-I mean, if it's too much trouble I could just stay in the lot-"

"Shut it." Johnny closed his mouth and stopped using his vocal cords the second after Dally said that.

"Stay with me at Buck's. He has more rooms than he knows what t' do with." Dally wiped more blood that came from Johnny's lips.

"I'll patch ya up there." He got up and started to walk, expecting Johnny to follow. Johnny got up and followed Dally, as expected. He usually did what Dally said.

The two arrived at Buck Merril's place. Dally opened the door but didn't bother holding it. He wasn't the gentleman type, obviously. Johnny followed him inside, feeling anxious because he never actually confirmed with Buck if he was allowed there. He didn't really need to, though, since Dally found Buck and threatened to shove a shovel up his ass if he disagreed.

After successfully threatening Buck, he grabbed Johnny's arm and led him upstairs to his room. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to Johnny.

"Hold that to the lips till the bleedin' stops. Use pressure." Johnny nodded and did what Dally said. Dally got into fights all the time, which caused injuries, so he was experienced in treating them. Johnny trusted his knowledge so he did what he said.

"Goddamn it, Johnny," Dallas said while looking for a first-aid kit, "Your parents suck. You should've run away 'fore they kicked ya out."
Johnny just looked down as Dally lectured him. It felt like yelling, honestly, since he was never lectured and only screamed at for fucking something up at home.

Dally located the first-aid kit then started to bandage and treat wounds that scattered Johnny's tan body.

"I ain't mad at cha, Johnnycake. Just pissed at your parents." Dally proceeded to cuss out Johnny's parents as he treated the wounds. Johnny didn't talk back. He was still scared of Dally lashing out. He knew he wouldn't, but still was fearful based on experience.

Dally finished fixing up Johnny. He put the first-aid kit away then patted him on the back. He helped him up from his bed.

"Alright. It's late. Go to bed." Johnny looked around then headed to the door to go to his borrowed room, but hesitated opening the door. He didn't really wanna sleep alone in an unfamiliar place.

"Oh, goddamn you." Dally cussed at Johnny then got an air mattress. He threw a blanket and pillow on it then got on it himself.

"Take the bed, you idiot." He scoffed then took another blanket.

"And turn off the damn lights." Johnny flicked the switch off then lay down on the bed. He curled up with the one remaining blanket and grabbed one of the two pillows still on the bed. He hugged it as he tried to go to sleep.

Even though Dally seemed like he was annoyed by him, Johnny knew he was just worried about him. He was just bad at expressing care and kindness due to his upbringing. He didn't mind it, though. Dally was cool anyway despite that. He was like an older brother that Johnny always wanted.

He felt safe here, now. Dally was nearby if he needed anything, and his parents couldn't hurt him here. The bed was kind of comfy, and the walls weren't too worn down, but it was Dally that made the room feel like home.

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