Pony's POV
I've had feelings for him ever since I was 12. No one knows but Johnny. I found out that Johnny has a crush on my crush's best friend; Steve.
He told me he wasn't gonna tell Steve because he was too scared and he thought Steve was going to tell somebody and get him sent to the crazy house. Shoot, why not take me there with him.
At first, I thought the feelings were false, and that it was just my crazy hormones. But after both my parents died, and I started having those terrible nightmares, he started to sleep with me. Putting his arm around me, and pulling me close to his nice, firm chest. I couldn't help it. I mean...who would? He's every girl's dream. How his sweaty golden locks would stick to his forehead. And when he would wipe his face, oil would decorate his cheeks and forehead. How he would come strolling in the house with that crazy, reckless grin on his face, and his DX shirt unbuttoned so I could see his perfectly tanned skin. It would send a thousand butterflies flying all around in my stomach. Every touch, every look...would shoot electricity bolts to the pit of my stomach.
I couldn't believe this.
I, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, was falling in love with my older brother, Sodapop Patrick Curtis.