Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

This was something that just came up in my head one day. I'm sure no one has done this before. I'll admit I think this idea is a little weird, but I just had to write it.

Warnings : Slash, AU

Ponyboy felt so alone. He was gay. Gay people just don't belong in this world. It was abnormal and just plain wrong.

He tried to like girls, he really did, but he just couldn't.

He'll never find love. Gay people were very rare in Tulsa. If anyone found out Pony was one of the few of them, he'd be tracked down and be tortured before he was brutally murdered.

If his parents found out he'd be disowned. His brothers would hate him and the gang would beat him to death.

Ponyboy Michael Curtis was alone in the world.

He got tears in his eyes. He would always be alone. That thought tarred through his heart and he released the tears he had been holding in.

A few tears landed on the blank piece of paper in front of him.

He was in his room, sitting at his desk. He was supposed to be doing his homework, but he got so wrapped up in his thoughts.

Pony was a daydreamer. He was there, but his mind was always somewhere else. He lived in his own little world and he liked it that way, it was better than reality.

It's not like he had a terrible life or anything. He had two loving parents, two protective older brothers who loved him, and amazing friends. He had a great life, but the thing is he was still alone, because all of it could be taken away from him, everything could be ripped away from him in a blink of an eye, just by saying two words.

Everybody thought he was perfect. He gets good grades, he's smart, he's the best runner on the track team, and he never causes any trouble. He isn't like all the other hoods in Tulsa, he's polite and decent. He's unique, he's different. He's the only one who loves to read books and watch movies. He's the only one who loves to watch sunsets.

Pony's afraid that if everyone found out the truth about him, that he might not be as perfect as they make him out to be, they'll abandon him and leave him for dead.

So, really, he had nothing.

He had nobody.

Unconsciously, Pony picked up his pencil and started drawing on the blank, tear stained paper. He added every detail and even used his colored pencils in the corner of his desk to add color to his picture.

When he was done, he stared down at it.

His tears stopped, eyes widening a bit.

It was a boy. He drew a boy.

A boy he had never seen in his life. Wow, he really did have a huge imagination.

The boy had long, greasy, black hair, big, puppy dog, black eyes, dark skin, and a small, fragile like body. He was wearing a blue jean jacket over a plain black t-shirt and faded blue jeans.

He resembled a kick puppy.

He studied the boy he had drawn carefully, tracing it with his long, thin index finger.

"J-Johnny … Johnny Cade."

Pony's eyes went wide in surprise as that name escaped his lips.

He doesn't know where it came from or why he said it.

He's never even heard of that name before.

But, as Pony thought about it, he smiled.

It was the perfect name for the boy.

He shook his head, sitting his elbows on his desk as he put his head in his hands.

Was he losing it or something? He was naming the made up guy he drew? What the fuck?

He really did have a big imagination.

Well, maybe that's what happens when you're lonely.

Pony slowly took his head out of his hands and let his elbows slip from his desk.

He stared down at his drawing longingly.

"Oh, Johnny," Pony breathed out after a while.

"I wish you were real. I'd do anything to make you real. I wish you were real and were the perfect guy for me, and you loved me, and would always be there and never leave me no matter what."

He paused, tears falling onto the drawing. He leaned down and kissed the drawing on the lips. He looked down at it with sad, teary eyes.

"If only," He choked out.

"Goodnight, Johnny Cade." He whispered, before he turned off his desk lamp and went to bed.

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