Read and review! Oh, and in your review, please tell me if you want this to turn into a slash or not; I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet. JRE. :)
The young greaser leaned his head back against the old car seat, sighing as the wind whistled through the empty lot. Closing his eyes, his mind wandered. He wondered why someone would treat their own son like this, making him sleep outside in fear of getting beaten by his own father. How could you possibly treat your child this way? You're supposed to love a child, treat it with the utmost care. How could you look at a child's face, and want to beat it? Does this mean you don't have a heart? A soul?
But, he tried not to let his mind wander to these forbidden places, because he didn't know the answers.
He sat up to pull a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it in one motion. He leaned back and sighed once again, this time his head cleared of everything. Cigarettes had that effect on him.
But so did something-- or someone-- else.
Ponyboy Curtis.
He shuddered at the mere thought of the boy's name.
The problem wasn't Ponyboy. Not his grey-green eyes, or his reddish brown hair, or his pale skin. Not the fact that he was the biggest bookworm, and would sit in the library for hours and hours reading. Not the fact that his slight build was perfect for running the track, or even fighting in a rumble. No, those weren't problems.
Those were just the mere things that made this greaser fall in love with Ponyboy.
Yes, he knew it was wrong. On so many levels, it was wrong.
But you can't change what your heart wants, now can you?
The boy exhaled deeply, a ring of smoke coming from his tan lips. He, Johnny Cade, was in love with his best friend, Ponyboy Curtis.
The same Ponyboy Curtis who had a girlfriend, was straight, and had no idea of Johnny's true feelings.
Johnny would try his best to keep it this way, but little did he know that it wouldn't last for long.