Lights finally started to turn off as cars drove out of the lot. People were leaving and all that was left were a few stragglers and popcorn and trash covered ground.

The trio walk right out of the entrance, acting like they had bought their way in rightfully from the beginning. It wasn't true they found it fun to sneak in instead of buy their way in like everyone else.

Especially Dallas.

All three of them walk away from the drive in, balling up together on the sidewalk. It was safer to walk close together in groups. They didn't have to worry about a fight on their hands. Although, they could win. All three of them were good at it, and proved just that in rumbles.

Johnny's eyes wander around as cars drove by and teens whooped and cheered. Probably all drunk and going to some bash or something. Not that he cared. Parties weren't his thing. Ever.

Too loud.

Too bright.

Too much beer.

Too many people.

It was just a lot to take him. And he was pretty content on being a home body. He walks with Dallas and Ponyboy, chewing at his lower lip still.

He was now worried about where to go. The lot was always open, but it was dangerous with a bunch of drunk Socs driving around. Curtis house was usually open too, had an extra couch and an extra room since Soda and Ponyboy went back to sharing. Although, he didn't want to bother them and take up space. And Buck's was open, but only if Dallas had him over.

Dallas usually slept at Buck's, very rarely at the Curtis house. He usually had a girl in his room though and Johnny wasn't fond of taking Dallas away from the good time. So, it was either the lot, or back to his house by sneaking in the bedroom window that he always kept unlocked.

"I'm heading home," Ponyboy says finally, breaking the silence they had. "Darry's gonna ground me if I come home late again."

Johnny and Dallas simply nod. They were nearing the neighborhood anyway. And it was much safer to break off once they got into Greaser territory. Almost like risk was being reduced by 90%. Which was a lot, because they were almost always in some sort of danger.

"Alright, kid," Dallas replies. "See you again then. Think there's another double feature next weekend."

They always had double features on Friday night. Always made a lot of money since everyone in town wanted to go. Although, they would make more, but people snuck in a lot. In the trunks of cars or underneath the fence like Johnny had.

Ponyboy breaks off from the group, starting to run off home. It was nearing curfew and it was easier to run. The redhead was on the track team. He could run pretty well. In and out of competition.

"So, Cade, where you going for the night?" Dallas asks, taking a cigarette out of the box he had in his pocket, lighting it up. "I'm heading to Buck's for the night."

Johnny glances up at Dallas and watches as he takes a puff from the cigarette he was holding. He just shrugs his shoulders in response. The ravenette wasn't sure of where he was going for the night.

"Dunno," he responds after a few moments. "Might just head back home, sneak in the window."

Johnny's bedroom door was locked. His parents wouldn't be able to barge in. Although, they had a good time banging in the door. There were dents in the door, wood crushed into itself. But it didn't matter.

Dallas looks at the smaller teen beside him.

"Why didn't you head off with Ponyboy?" The blonde asks. "The couch is open. Pretty sure Two-Bit is at home and Steve might be too."

"Didn't wanna bother anyone," Johnny replies quietly. "Someone else needs that couch more than I do."

Dallas sighs.

"You're impossible," the blonde retorts, tossing an arm back around his shoulder to keep him close. "You're coming with me then. It's freezing and I don't like your folks."

The ravenette didn't even try to fight it. Once Dallas had his mind made up, it was hard to change it. He walks alongside the blonde as they walked through the neighborhood.

It didn't take them long to reach Buck's place. They could hear the music from nearly half a block away. And it only got louder the closer they got.

Dallas didn't even bother knocking on the door, simply opening it. He moves Johnny in front of him, walking inside with the teen. The blonde ignores nearly everyone as he closes the door and heads upstairs with Johnny.

When he had Johnny over, he ignored everyone else that tried to stop him from going upstairs. Johnny needed someplace to sleep and he wasn't trying to bring someone else to bed too.

They reach the door and get in, closing and locking it. The blonde only locks the door because he's had a couple come in when he was trying to sleep. Lesson learned, and now he locks the door.

Dallas sheds his leather jacket, sitting it on the dresser that he had. He strips himself of his shirt as well, putting out his cigarette in the ash tray on his nightstand. The blonde kicks his shoes off.

Johnny stands there, fiddling with his fingers. His eyes kept low as Dallas took his clothes off. He didn't want to make the blonde uncomfortable. Not that Dallas was ever uncomfortable before.

"You need some clothes?" Dallas asks, sitting back on the bed and looking at the teen who was still standing by the doorway. "Grab what you need out of the dresser."

Johnny swallows thickly and nods, taking off his denim jacket. Even without that on, he felt naked. The teen goes over and he takes a deep breath. He looks through the clothes. Everything of Dallas' was much bigger than him.

He did grab a shirt and some sweats though. He glances back at Dallas to make sure he wasn't looking before he started changing, kicking off his shoes first. The teen was ashamed of how he looked.

Scars scattered all over his body and cigarette burns as well. And he was almost too skinny. It was nearly borderline anorexic. He wasn't though. It was just that he didn't get to eat sometimes. Even when he really wanted to.

The ravenette finishes changing and he takes a deep breath, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Well, Dallas' shirt. He glances at the blonde who was already under the covers. He didn't want to bother him.

He makes his way next to the bed, simply laying on the hardwood floor. The teen grabs for his jacket, using it as a small blanket as he curls himself up into a ball. It's how he's always slept.

"Johnny, man, get in the bed," Dallas says, hearing Johnny get comfortable on the floor. "If I wanted you on the floor, I woulda let you stay in the lot."

The teen stays quiet, almost embarrassed that Dallas had heard him getting comfortable. He stands up though, crawling under the covers though.

He curls himself back up into a ball, relaxing. It was warm under the covers and Dallas was a human heater. So, even without getting too close, he was warm. He closes his eyes and shifts, making sure that there was plenty of space between them.

It didn't take long for the ravenette to fall asleep next to the blonde.