One Moment

Meeting Up Again

"Move your lazy ass out of that bed, Mia." I heard Dally's voice coming from somewhere off to my right. I had flopped onto my stomach at some point during the night, and when I opened my eyes, everything was black.

"It's still night time, Dally." I grumbled. "Go back to sleep." I felt a hand on my shoulder and was roughly pulled up from the bed, light suddenly blurring my vision. "Oh." I muttered, and was dropped back down. "What is wrong with you? You don't need to be so rough, alright?" I pulled myself back up in the bed, rubbing at my eyes and stretching my arms over my head.

"Just get moving." Dally said and disappeared out the door of the room, and I heard his footsteps clomping down the stairs. I rolled my eyes and moved out from under the blankets.

I thought about the night before as I dug jeans and a shirt out of the dresser and figured his snappy, rough attitude was him making up for being so... Odd last night.

"Mia!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed my sweater and wallet, grabbing my switchblade last minute.

"I'm coming! Keep your pants on, Dally." I snapped as I jogged down the stairs and over to the door. Dally was standing there in his faded blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and his old jeans jacket.

"You're getting slower." I narrowed my eyes at him as I grabbed my boots and yanked them on forcefully.

"You're getting more impatient. Is it your time of the month, Dally? Do we need to run to the store?" I narrowly missed his fist flying at me. "Calm down. Let's get moving, since you're clearly in a rush. It's not like they're going anywhere." Dally rolled his eyes and we walked out the door to Buck's rusting car. "Where is Buck? Does he know we're taking his car?" Dally slid into the driver's seat and turned the key.

"Who cares, get in." I dropped down into the seat and leaned back as Dally pulled out of the yard and started across town.

"Do you even know where we're going?" I asked. We'd never actually gone up to this church; Dally and I weren't really into the country.

"I'll figure it out." He said, and I closed my mouth, closing my eyes to catch the last few minutes of sleep I needed to wake up.

When we finally got there, Dally was grumbling about the lack of buildings and the quiet. I had to agree with him though, the whole place looked like something out of a movie; the houses close to the hill looked ready to fall over, and the fields looked overgrown with grass. Than there was the church itself. The place looked completely abandoned, which was a good think I guess. It wouldn't have been a good thing if we'd sent them to regularly used church. But the place gave me the creeps.

"Man, this place is a wreck." Dally commented as we got out of the car a little ways from the church. "We sent them to this dump?"

"You're idea, not mine." I said as I walked towards the front of the building. "How did they get in?" I wondered and Dally shrugged before whistling. A long, low note, followed by a sudden, sharp note. We used it along with Tim's gang as a common way of finding out who was an ally or an enemy.

A moment of silence passed, and I was starting to think that something happened when Johnny came around the backside of the church. The look of relief on his face was probably the same as what was on mine.

"Hey, Johnnycakes." Dally said with a smirked as Johnny came over and he ruffled his hair. I smiled as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a tight squeeze.

"See you got your hair cut." I said as I looked him over. He didn't look too bad, maybe a bit skinnier than the last time, but not too bad.

"Yea, Ponyboy got his cut too." He said, and scratched at the back of his head. "We bleached it out too." I blinked in surprise, trying to picture Ponyboy with bleach blonde hair.