I swallowed, wiping the sweat off my upper lip.
"Johhnycake?" I said in a hoarse voice. "Johnny?" Johnny shifted around a bit, then opened his eyes. "Hey." He mumbled.
"We won," I panted, hoping the news could fix him, even though I knew it wouldn't. "We beat the Socs. We stomped them chased the outa our territory." Johnny didn't even try to force a smile.
fighting's no good
" The kid was as pale as New York snow. I licked my lips, trying not to seem nervous.
"They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all." I tried to control my talking, but I couldn't help it; this shouldn't have happened to Johnny. He'd been through too much. "Yeah they're callin' you a hero now and heroizin' all the greasers. We're all proud of you, buddy." Johnny's eyes lit up, happy to know Dally of all people was proud of him. "Dumb kid," Dally thought, "I've always been proud of you." I backed up when I heard Johnny whisper Ponyboy's name. These were