That day, we watched TV, ate lunch, picked up a few packs of Pepsi, listened to music(Elvis), and ate dinner. The two days that I'd been home felt like a week. That whole day, Dally was looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He was watching me when we went to get Pepsi, causing him to walk into the meter.

"Dally, are you okay?!" Johnny screeched as Dallas hit the pavement.

"Told ya he's been drinking!" Steve screamed in horror.

Johnny and I help him up. "I'm fine..." he said, "I was just..." he looked at me, embarrassed, "Distracted."

That night, we were watching more TV, while the radio blared.

"Guys," Two-bit announced, standing up, "I gotta head out."

"See ya, Three-bit." Dally joked. Two-bit left, high five-ing Dallas.

"Me, too." Johnny said making his way toward the door. "Staying over at Two-bit's, tonight."

"See ya, kid." I said, "Stay safe." He grinned at me and gave me the thumbs up as he left.

Steve grabbed his coat and headed toward the door, "See ya, tomorrow, Soda. Remember, we got to work."

Sodapop rolled his eyes. "Yeah, see ya, Steve."

The only one who hadn't left yet was Dally. He was looking at his phone and seemed upset.

Darry looked at him. "What's wrong, Dal?" he asked.

"My dads drunk again. Can I stay here, tonight." His big blue eyes were pleading for mercy. He was looking at me.

"Sure, Dal." Darry gave in. "I've got an old mattress in the attic. I'll bring it up stairs."

"Thanks, bud." he said, patting my brother on the back. "You're the best!"

Dallas was sleeping over... I don't know what to think.