𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 ✔︎ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♔ 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢.

" don't be shaken
you just have to fool me a bit more
don't trust in tears
trust in time"

𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚟𝚒𝚒

We walked a little until we were almost dragged to the sound of wild laughter and music. A decently sized, rough looking home was where buck supposedly was.

As soon as Johnny knocked on the door, a man with blondish brown hair answered. "What do ya want kids?" He said emphasizing "kids."

"Dally! We need Dally."

"He's busy." He snapped.

Johnny sighed in annoyance. "Just tell him its Pony, Johnny and Charity, man. He'll come.."

He closed the door in front of us. Pony and Johnny peeked through a window right next to the door where you could see the wildness and drunk people.

Soon enough, Dally came.

"Okay, kids. What do ya need me for?" Dally said, as he was shirtless.

"Johnny killed a few socs." Pony whined.

Dally didn't do anything but smirk at Johnny. "Good for you." As if it was something to take pride in.

"We figured you could get us out if anyone could. We're sorry we got you away from the party.." Johnny looked down.

"Shoot kid.. i was in the bedroom-" Dally stopped to look at Pony, as me and Johnny both did the same in curiousity.

Dally just laughed. "Glory, but your ears can get red, Ponyboy. It wasn't anythin' like that. I was trying sleep. Got in another fight. Hank Williams.." he rolled his eyes, adding a few more adjectives after "Hank Williams."

I tried to hold in my laughter at what Pony would have gotten so embarrassed about.

"Anyway.. wait- Ponyboy, are you wet?" Dally asked.

"Y-yes.." Pony shivered through his teeth. We were all freezing cold.

Dally groaned. "Jesus— alright get in the house, all of you."

We all followed behind Dally, and upstairs to a small single room.

Pony sat on the bed as Dally scrummaged through the dresser.

"Get that sweatshirt off. Dally said throwing a towel at Pony as he followed his instructions. I blushed as he stripped off his shirt, awkwardly turning around. It was no doubt all these greasers were well built with all the fighting and racing they do.

"Dry off and wait here. At least Johnny and Charity's got jackets. You ought to know better than to run away in a sweatshirt, and a wet one at that. Don't you ever use your head?" Dally told him, as pony rolled his eyes, looking down at the ground.

"Wish i had me a weed." Johnny sighed laying on the bed.

"Yeah, because you don't smoke enough of those in a day." I smirked sarcastically, hearing Johnny lightly laugh.

Suddenly, Dally came back in the room. "Here." He gave Johnny a gun, and a roll of money.

As Johnny handled the gun, he pointed it unknowingly at Dally. "And the gun's loaded, for Pete's sake, Johnny. Don't point the thing at me. Now you have fifty bucks. That's all i could get from Merril tonight. He's blowin' his loot from the last race." Dally sat down on the bed between Johnny and Pony.

We all huddled a little closer to hear Dally's instructions on what to do.

"First.. Pony. Do Darry and Soda know about this? Charity? What about your parents?" Dally asked.

Me and Pony nodded.

"Shoot.. i ain't exactly itchin' to be the one to tell Darry and get my head busted, or tell anyone for that matter."

"Then don't tell him." Pony cried out in annoyance.

Dally sighed as he handed Pony a VERY large shirt and leather jacket, finally giving us our instructions. "Hop on the three-fifteen freight to Windrixville. There's an old abandoned churh at the top of the mountain. There's a pump in the back so don't worry about water. Buy a weeks supply of food as soon as you get there— this morning, before the story gets out. And then don't so much as stick your noses out the door. I'll be up there as soon as i think the stories clear. Man... and i thought New York was the only place i could get mixed up in a murder rap..."

Me, Pony and Johnny shivered at the word 'Murder' being used against us, but we would obey. We can't go back now.

Thanks for reading!
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Song lyrics above: Drama - Han Hee Jung ( english lyrics )

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