Johnny and Dally have been dead for 3 months now. You're a new member. But you knew them. You've been here 1 year now? For some reason, you're not getting over it like the others, and it only hurts worse every day that passes.

Johnny used to take you to get milkshakes every now and then. And Dally used to take you to the Dingo.

Sometimes, you still see them. Every time it happens, they're just that little bit closer.

For backstory, you live with Darrel, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. Darry is the main caretaker, the older brother. Sodapop is your main source of peace. And Ponyboy is the only one you can really talk to. You're 2 years younger than him. You just turned 12, not a month ago.

That night. Johnny and Dally were almost right on top of you. Sitting on the edge of your bed.

Then they disappeared, and you could see them out your window. You slipped on socks and snuck outside. Gently shutting the window as you left.

You slowly followed them into the night. Something felt off about the whole encounter. "They aren't real," you think, but you could hear them, feel them, and see them.

They began to cross the street, and you did too. And that's when everything went dark.

"Hey, man. What were you thinkin'?" Dally asks, his face just above yours.

Johnny panicks, "DALLY! WHAT DO WE DO!? I DIDN'T THINK THEY'D FOLLOW US BACK! OH GOODNESS. OH GOODNESS. THEY'RE 12!"

Dally rolls his eyes, "Will you chill out? They'll live. They just need medical help." Dally rolls his eyes again, and slaps Johnny lightly on the shoulder