Rumble/Death

We stomped the greasers, but other things happened which shouldn't. It was a bittersweet day, bitter being the main emotion. It all happened after i woke up from my nap. I swallowed 5 aspirins to take the headache away.I then curiously asked Soda and Darry when they started shaving, they answered me 15 and 13 respectively. The house was a parade, everybody was busy and doing things. Darry was busy flexing his muscles, Steve and Soda were playing poker in the living room. Then, the bomb hit. Darry was unsure of whether i should participate in the rumble, i begged him to let me go but he refused at the start. But after more pleading from his baby brother, he allowed me to go for it. We then proceeded to head for the vacant lot and everybody did their gymnastics off the front door heading there, Darry taught us all moves back when he learnt them. We hanged around the other greasers and found out that Curly was in Rehab. I looked over at the Brumly Boys and back at us. They were organized, they had a leader, but they didn't look as if they had much fun. On the other hand, we were less organized but at least we always had fun together, no one was another person's leader and that was perfect. A few minutes later, the Socs arrived a long with their Mustangs. It was very fast action, and Darry walked up in the centre and announced that he would take on anyone. But, unknown to Darry, his old time buddy Paul was to be his rival. Darry fidgeted at first, but then went back to his old cold self. The rumble was about to begin when Dallas turned up, he took Darry's attention away and Paul took the opportunity to punch Darry in the jaw. That was the opening punch. Chaos soon followed. It was guy on guy everywhere. Every Greaser had a Social to bop and every Social has a Greaser to bop. There was people fighting everywhere, each person with their own gender. The socs to avenge Bob, and us, to defend our territory. It was long and hard, but eventually, we overcame them and they fled. I still can't believe it, we actually stomped them. After that Dally took me to the hospital, and he fooled the fuzz to escort us, allowing us to reach the hospital in record time. The following which happened, i will pretend didn't. It is a hard fact to take, the death of a friend, and if the person was like a brother to you, it hurt more. Trust me, it hurts. Johnny died. It was in the hospital,we were too late. We could only hear his last words, he told me to 'stay gold' to 'stay gold'. He died, peacefully at least, but he was young, he didn't want to die, but he did. I couldn't take the news and after Dallas bolted out of the hospital, i followed suit. Not going to accept the news.