Count me back in. (A Johnny Cade love story/ Outsiders fan-fic.)

Nervous and shy.

A/N: Aaaaahhh wattpad deleted half of my last update!!! I'm so mad. Ok so since I've been busy and mad I've been slow with updating. I'm sorry.

Dallas stretched his back as he climbed outta the helicopter. "Guys, we've got visitors." He mumbled, wide eyed. "Holy cow!" I squeaked, hiding behind Johnny from the mob of people waiting to take our pictures with huge, obnoxious cameras. Johnny wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe and sucure. "They're just the press and media. You think this is bad, you could hear the press all the way down the hall on the first night I returned." Johnny chuckled, rubbing my shoulder. "Johnny Cade?!?! Dallas Winston?!?! Why exactly did y'all save those kids?!? How are y'all alive? Dallas, why did you pull such a foolish stunt after Johnny die? Johnny, you never said why you saved those kids! Johnny, Dallas, were y'all scared in that burning church? Who's this girl Johnny's clinging to? Is she family?" They all fired their questions quicker than light and in huge bundles. "Johnny, how long are we gonna stay here?" I asked, looking around at the press with scared eyes. I've never been surounded  by media before and I don't think I like it. I thought, looking around a bit more.  "Not long, I think we'll catch a bus outta here." He mumbled in my ear, as Dallas took care of the press by threatening them with evrything under the moon, while calling them every name unprintable. He also threw in a little bit of bragging over his criminal record. "C'mon man, let's get outta here; head to Pony's house." Johnny half begged. In return Dallas gave us a  grim grin. They led me through the crowd to the door; the way you would a child.

"The bus would be here any minuet, so let's go." Dally sighed as we walked across the parking lot to the corner where the bus stop was. As Dallas said, the bus arrived just as we got there, picking us up and letting anouther group of greasers off. Maybe their going inside to see  a friend who was sevearly injured. Maybe it's a 17 year old with a criminal record, long enough to streach around the world 5 times, like Dallas. Or maybe it's a kid who was burned in a fire, trying to save some other kids, like Johnny. I thought, letting my imagination run wild as I took a seat in between Johnny and Dally. "What're you looking at?" Dallas asked Johnny, who was lookin' out at the setting sun. "Something I want you to look at. I told Ponyboy in a note I left him in Gone with the wind. I guess he nevver had a chance to show you." Johnny answered, shrugging. "What is it?" Dally asked, curiously this time. He was looking outside and didn't even notice the sun. "Don't you see the sun?" I whispered, half scared to tell him. "How'd you know what I was looking at?" Johnny asked, wide eyed with shock. "Because I watch them, too." I mumbled looking down. Dallas looked out the window at the setting sun made him look less mean for a moment. No, not tame; long from it but calm. Then the sun went down and he looked like he did before, mean and tough. Johnny smiled as I rested my head on his shoulder as he silently celebrated happy that he'd shown Dallas, what might just be the pretties sight in this old world. "Grace, do you think you're gonna like the gang? Dally, do you think she'll like 'em?" Johnny asked, suddenly worried and excited. "If she likes me, she'll really like them. I think I'm as bad as it gets, Johnnycake." Dallas answered, smirking. I was gonna answer that. I thought half disapointed.

Suddenly the bus stopped at a long neighborhood; filled with greaser houses. "This is our stop." Johnny informed me, standing up with Dallas. I stood up also, not wanting to get left behind, following them off the bus like a duckling would it's mother. We walked down to the end of the street, Johnny and Dallas looking more and more at home with every step. Johnny looked over at me and intwined his fingers with mine. "You're gonna like it here." He said, with a soothing smile. I blushed, looking down at the ground. "Awe, Grace likes Johnny." Dallas teased with fake pleasure. "Cut it out, Dal, she hasn't done anything to you." Johnny pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.... Or maybe he wasn't. It's hard to tell with his big, dark brown, (almost black), eyes. We walked up the driveway of a run down place that seemed like home somehow. As we started to go up the porch steps I started to get nervous. What if Johnny is really trying to ask if the gang will like me? What if they don't. Better yet, what if after Johnny gets settled back in with his family; he won't like me no more? I got myself so scared I could've  screamed.  I almost did but I contained myself. If I did I would scare Johnny.

"What's wrong?" Johnny asked, slightly paniced, observing me. I must've  had a funny look on my face. If he only knew what I was thinking. I thought, hating myself for my thoughts. "I'm fine." I lied. I shouldn't lie to him. He's to innocent. I thought, feeling guilty already. It wasn't a big lie but the slightest lie made me feel awful. "Ok, good." He said, smiling before he opened the door.

A/N: Ok this has two authors note because this was written from Christmas eve to Christmas. I got a nook for Christmas but I'm still downloading things and getting use to typeing on it, so if there's typos don't kill me or quit reading these small mistakes should start fadeing away. I'm also gonna go shopping to get a wig or hat and makeup so  I can still have my secrets of my other account so I still need to cover my hair. :( even though it's one of the few things I like about myself. I'll go shopping for all that soon enough so merry Christmas! I will hopefully have all the things I need before the week's up.