Meet me under the stars (The Outsiders fanfic)

Back home

"We were reckless and brave .... and we did it all for        kicks."

"Johnny?!?" Dal turned him over and sure enough, it was Johnny. He groaned with pain as Dallas picked him up.
"D-Dallas-
"It's okay." We heard the front door slam. "Come on we need to get out of here quick. I held onto Dal's jacket like a little kid. This house reminded me of too many horrible things. As he stepped out of the room he quickly stepped back in. "His dad." He said, barely audible.
"What do we do?" Dallas quickly scanned the room and nodded towards a broken window. I picked out the remaining pieces of glass as quietly as possible, and jumped out, it was only about 5 feet off the ground. Carefully, Dal dropped down Johnny. With a thud I caught him, causing Johnny to groan.
"Shhh it's o-okay Johnnycakes. I-It's gonna be okay." I cooed as I pushed his hair out of his face. Dal took him from my arms and held him. His cold hard face was replaced with fear and anxiousness. It scared me. "Come on we have to go to your house." Dal started walking towards our house.
"Dal, w-we can't. Im supposed to be a-at school...." He stopped for a moment, determining what to do.
"No one is home. We'll be fine." We half ran to their and quickly put Johnny on the couch. I ran and grabbed the first aid kit. I sat on the floor next to Dally and pet Johnny's head, and said good things encouragingly. Johnny had cuts on his arm, shoulder and neck. Scratches on his head, and bruises all over. Dally started to clean him up. Johnny flinched with pain at every touch. He didn't say A word, he didn't have to ask for what he needed next. I already knew. He cleaned the blood on him and wrapped his hand, where a deep cut was located. I took off his shoes and put them down. Dal sat back and let out a long breath.
"Dal..."
"Kitten he's fine." He responded quickly, seemingly annoyed. We both sat on the ground next to each other.
"No, I know, but what happened?"
"His dad more than likely. Cut him up with something and beat him." Dallas said that so plainly. As if it was okay.
"I don't like that Dallas. I couldn't stand seeing Logan go through it and don't want to see Johnny. How often does this happen?" Oh shit. I let Logan slip.
"Rarely like this, but usually every couple of days." He looked at Johnny and back at me. "Who's Logan?"
"He uhh- old friend. Back home in California." I didn't know how to describe him, wether to call him old friend or something more.
"Tell me about California. About Logan."  I looked at him for a minute deciding wether or not to tell him. He was my boyfriend now so it would come out sooner or later. Deciding to tell him I started,

"Well. It was wonderful. The beach. The people. The lifestyle. Everything was fast. Everything was fun. Parties every night with kids getting stoned. We used to go out every night and just be free. Nothing held us down. We were reckless and brave. We started fights and we were bad kids. And we did it just for kicks." I laughed at the thought of my old friends slurring their words and falling from the alcohol.

"My dad left when my mom got pregnant. My mom is a drunk who doesn't give half a shit, she likes to pretend I'm not there sometimes. I had three really good friends down there. Thomas, Logan and Lukas. Logan was closer than the the other two, we were inseparable. His life was rough too, his parents constantly hit him and he practically lived with me, he had his own room but we shared mine. He was real tough and shut everyone out, but me. He was cool with Lukas and Thomas but we were..."
"Special?" Dal read my mind.
"Yeah. Special.  We used to fight together. Until one day we had gotten into a fight with this guy Packer. Packer pulled a knife on him and... killed him. He came for me but I found some broken glass and went at him. He ran off and I held Logan as he was bleeding. I knew he wouldn't make it and that hurt so bad. I sang the the song he would sing to me when I had nightmares and then he was gone. I went insane. He was my everything Dal. The only thing I really loved. I found that Packer kid and tried to kill him then the cops showed up. I ran so far Winston, so so far that I found myself in Arizona. They still found me though. Then I tried to kill myself. Landed in the hospital for a few weeks. DHS got involved, said my mother wasn't a fit guardian, and I was sent to live with the only family I have left. My aunt and uncle, but seeing as they too are... gone. Darry, Soda and Ponyboy are all I have left." I was crying by then. Dallas looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"Do you still think about him?"
"Everyday." I wiped my face.

"I remember I used to get nightmares and he would hold me tight and sing to me. He used to take me to the beach at 3 in the morning and just talk. We were so close. He was my everything. I remember everything about him. He looked kind of like you, blue eyes and blond hair. He hated his hair all floppy, he always greased it up. His face was dotted with freckles. He was 18. He loved poems, music and books." I laughed.
"Us two. We were unstoppable. We were on top of the world it seemed. It all happened in about two months. Lukas and Thomas were the ones who found me and him. They were the ones who pulled me away. They were the ones who held me after that. They tried to fix me. But couldn't. It hurt."
Dal turned his gaze towards Johnny. He sat in silence as I finished.
He reached him arm out as I fell into his chest. He smelled of cigarettes and cologne. I reached out for his hand and found it. The rising and falling of his chest calmed me down. I felt safe in his arms. The feeling of being wrapped in his arm, with our hands intertwined, and his breath on my neck, I can not put into words. In his arms, I knew I was home.
"It's okay." He whispered and I knew he wasn't lying.

Gonna try and update every day until schools starts again. I'm trying :))
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- Melanie