Steve and Soda was hanging out at the DX Station. They had been best friends since forever but now... Steve wasn't so sure. He had started feeling something more for Sodapop. It was weird that Soda kept invading his thoughts and dreams. He thought that this feeling would pass but two months later, it still occurs.

Maybe it was time to bring it to Soda'a attention about what he was feeling. Maybe he would have a solution to this madness. "Umm...Soda?"

"Yeah, man."

"I-I umm... how do I put this? I -"

"Hey Soda!" called a voice.

It was Two-Bit. He was at the edge of the woods which was only a short distance away from the DX Station.

"Come down here with me, I want to show you something," Two-Bit yelled.

"Alright," he yelled back. "I'll be right back. Just hold on to that thought." The seventeen year old ran to his friend. Steve was curious as to what Two-Bit wanted to show Soda and why so sercetly. Steven slowly trailed behind the two teens as they walked into the forest. He made sure to keep his distance, so he wouldn't be found out.

The curious seveneteen year old hid behind a tree as the two other boys stopped. Two-Bit pointed to a tree and smiled. He said something inaudiable. Sodapop threw his arms around his friend, hugging him, and then he...

...kissed him?

What the hell? Moaning in each other's embrace, kissing each other, Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. Are they gay? More indefinitily, were they lovers?

Two-Bit let his kisses travel lower to his lover's neck. Soda let out a loud moan. God, it was enough to turn Steve on and he wasn't even the one with the Curtis. No, Mathews had that advantage. Steve couldn't even stick around any longer. So he walked back to the station and waited.

Nothing made sense to him anymore. He had always seen Two-Bit flirting with that Soc's girl. 'I think her name is Marica,' he thought. Soda looked like he was with that Greaser girl, Sandy, but she moved to Florida a little while ago. What was going on?

Slightly shaking, Steve pulled out a cigarette, hopping it would cool him down. He lit it and took his first puff of ecstasy when Two-Bit and Soda came back.

The first noticiable thing about Soda was his lips. They were a little swollen. His eyes gleamed with happiness. His jacket collar, propped up, tried to cover the hickeys that formed on his neck. Two-Bit also looked joyious. His hair was a little ruffled than usual and his lips were also swollen but that was about all, that showed signs of them making out.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about before?" Soda said.

"Never mind. I got stuff to do. I'll see you later." With that said, Steve walked away.

Why did he feel this pain in his chest after seeing them?

The next morning...

Steve walked to the Curtis house, with the plan of talking to Sodapop about what he saw and how he feels about him. Steve was going to make that boy his, no matter what he had to do.

The seventeen year old found Soda in his room, sleeping. He quietly closed the door and walked over to the sleeping figure. Shaking the body, Steve said, "I saw you two yesterday." That quickly woke him up.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Two-Bit. I saw you guys yesterday in the woods."

"Well, are you going to tell anyone?"

"What are you willing to do so that I won't tell."

"Anything. Just please don't tell anyone," Soda pledded.

"Become mine."

"You know that I can't do that."

"Then I gues you wouldn't mind if a few people knew about your little secret, right?" Steve said, heading towards the door.

"No! Wait! Ok, fine. I'll do it," Soda said. 'Two-Bit, please forgive me,' he thought.

Steve smiled, sheepishly. "You promise?"

"I promise."

Holding Soda's hands above his head, Steve roughly kissed him. Steve had been hoping that this day would come soon - the day when he can have Soda.

'God, he is as bitter-sweet as his name.' As the agressor kissed his victim, he could feel the sparks when their lips touched, when their tongues tasted.

Soda whinned the whole time, he didn't like what these kisses did to him. They made him hard but he didn't like it. He wanted this to be Two-Bit's touch. He wanted this to be Two-Bit's taste. He wanted it to be Two-Bit's hardness rubbing against his leg. He was feeling as if he was cheating on Two-Bit.

As Steve took Soda, a familier voice shook the room, "Soda, why?" Soda could hear the tears in his voice and the sorrow in his words. Soda cried too. 'I'm sorry, Two-Bit. I'm so sorry. If you only knew why,' Soda thought as steve hammered him harder and stroked him. He cried out of pain, he cried out of sadness.

This wasn't like the Steve he knew. This wasn't like Steve at all.

They both came, and Steve left him in the bed, crying, hurt and alone. "YOU'RE A MONSTER! I HATE YOU!" Soda cried out to closed door. He knew that Steve could still hear him.

For the rest of the day, for the rest of the week, Steve had his vicitim's words repeating in his head. It cut deeper than any other hateful words he had heard - from his mother, from his father, from anyone. He didn't mean to do what he had done. Soda was right. He was a monster because at the time he enjoyed every moment he had with Soda. He enjoyed his tearful sorrows and his cries. But right now, he regetted it all. He didn't want Soda to hurt. Maybe it would be best if Steve wasn't there anymore. If he was gone forever.