CHAPTER 3 – WHAT THE!

DALLY'S POV

I sat back in the recliner and Two-Bit turned on the T.V…. again. Damn Mickey Mouse.

I looked at the couch where Johnny was supposed to be sleeping and noticed a bundle of blankets.

"Maybe he's under there…" I thought to myself.

I got off the comfy recliner and walked over to the mountain of blankets. I gripped the corner of the sheet and was about to take it off when Two-Bit just had to talk.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Waking up Johnny! Now watch your show!" I said meanly.

He just shrugged and continued to watch Mickey Mouse.

"Stupid…" I muttered and yanked the blanket off of 'Johnny'.

"MY GOD!" I gasped falling backwards.

Lying on the couch was Johnny… and he was no older than six years old.

"Guys, you gotta see this," I said.

I got up and walked to the kitchen. On Soda's lap was a small kid, no older than four I would think. The small boy turned to face me. It was Ponyboy! I was shocked.

"Who are you?" he asked, shaking.

Poor kid looked scared to death.

"I'm Dally," I said calmly, "Guys, you gotta see Johnny. The same thing happened to him too."

I walked out of the kitchen and everybody followed. Ponyboy ran ahead and jumped on the couch.

"Johnny! Wake up, Johnny!" Pony said, shaking Johnny awake.

Johnny woke up a few seconds later and looked around curiously. He saw Ponyboy and smiled, but when he saw the rest of the gang, he got quite scared.

"Who are you?" he asked shaking slightly.

"They're Sudypup, Steve, Dalwy, Two-Bit, and Daddy!" Ponyboy said before the gang could say anything.

But we stood there, wide-eyed, when he said the last name.

"Dar, he thinks you're dad!" Soda whispered to Darry.

Darry just stood there looking at the ground, not answering, and I could've sworn I saw a tear roll down his cheek. But he had a smile on his face all the while…

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