Johnny Monks: A Narrative Fiction

The nurses were clear. No visitors. They refused to let us see Johnny who was in critical condition. We wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was our buddy in there and we would do anything to see him. Our pleading seemed hopeless until the doctor heard what was going on.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He questioned Two-Bit and I. I noticed his tone in words. I didn’t like it. But we both still nodded our heads. We entered the hospital room to see Johnny was as pale as a ghost.
“Hey, Johnnykid” he burst through the dead silence. “How y’all feeling?”
His big black eyes widened at hearing his friend’s voice. “Won’t…” – Johnny wheezed – “Won’t let me call my friends”
“Don’t talk,” Two-bit told Johnny, pulling up a seat, “Listen, we will visit

He didn’t have to.
“Hey, what about I get you another Gone with the Wind?” I said to break the ice. Johnny smiled. We left. After we gave the nurse the book, we began walking home. Cherry was sitting in a red corvette.
“Hello,” She said whilst tightening her ski jacket. “I have some news. They will play your way. No weapons, fair deal.”
“Thanks, Cherry” Two-Bit understood. He continued walking to get the book. I stayed behind.
“Are you gonna see Johnny?” I said.
“No. I know Bob was asking for it, but I can never look at his killer.”
“What about Dallas?”
“One more look at him and I would fall head over heels for him”
“Oh. Ok,” I said disappointedly. I started to catch up to Two-Bit, but I stopped. “Does the sunset look real good from the West Side?”
“Real good” Cherry smiled with her eyes on the verge of

What’s the point of more deaths?” I exclaimed. Everyone stared at me. Once the shock subsided, they thought about what we said. It was intense. No one was saying anything because they were too scared or didn’t know what to say. Darry turned his fist into a flat, relaxed hand position – ready to shake with the Socs. Not a peep came from either side until one of Bob’s mates came up. His scrunched up face changed into a big, wide grin and shook with Darry. The atmosphere rapidly went to everyone cheering. I couldn’t believe it. The battle is over! The fuzz came from around the corner on patrol. They didn’t notice us, but everyone scattered. Randy saluted just before he sprinted off with his friends.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Darry told Sodapop and me. We dashed home without a second thought. Soda started laughing. Then Darry joined him.
“What?” I asked.
“I can’t believe you did that,” said Darry.
“I can’t believe it actually worked,” Soda told me, “That was pretty brave of you.”
I smiled, “Yeah, I surprised myself too.” The sun began to rise. I remembered when Cherry said she watched the sunset from her place. When she said that, I started thinking something like ‘Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.’ That really changed my perspective of Socs. Now greasers can rest easy knowing the feud between the two gangs is finally over. What a relief. I was so tired; I knocked out as soon as