Disclaimer: DAMN YOU I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS
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I decided to write another story, because the other one was so much fun and I just looooove how many potential pairings there are in The Outsiders
I mean, hey, you have a gang with only boys and that's what you get * innocent look * what?
Anways…please try this story and I'm sorry that I don't write a lot but just this has killed all the brain cells in my head and I might not have enough to do my math homework…lol
Tell me if the plot is okay and give some ideas, please?
Doesn't have to be a complicated review "keep going" "good job" ?
-No flames-
Ponyboy's POV
Johnny admired Dally, and he would do anything for him.
Anything.
No question about it. All Dally had to do was ask Johnny and it was that simple. Because Johnny adored him and it passed beyond that level, even. He worshipped the ground Dally walked on and everything Dally did seemed to be amazing and glorified and idolized by Johnny Cade.
Maybe it was because Dally was the complete opposite of him. While Johnny was quiet and thoughtful, Dally was loud and didn't think most of the time. Johnny would do anything to avoid a fight and he was nervous and jumpy. Hell, he was afraid of his own shadow; anything that moved could make him jumpy and scared. I kind of felt bad for him, but with Dally it was another story.
Dally was again the complete opposite of Johnny. While Johnny would do anything to avoid a fight, Dally was out picking fights. He would get some gang mad just so he could fight and have to fist to fist combat. He kept his cool and wasn't scared of anything or anyone. As far as he was concerned, the whole world should just bow down and make him king, 'cause that's just how he thought. Not even Darry wanted to get into a fight with him.
Jeez, when I saw how much Dally was to Johnny I was amazed, but I thought it was just worship and now I know better. And after just one night, I knew everything.
Flashback
"Hey, Pony," Johnny whispered. We were in my room, and since Johnny's folks were fighting again and his dad was drunk, he stayed here with me. It's not like we minded, it's always great to have one of the gang with us. And I loved to talk to him, because he seemed to understand me better than Soda, Darry obviously, anyone. Just, well, maybe not at 3am in the morning?
"Mmmmph," I mumbled into my pillow and shoved my head farther into it's warm confines.
"What do you think about Dally?" he asked, almost hesitantly. Of course I wasn't my usual observant self and I didn't catch the certain tone in his voice (I'd now it anywhere by now). It was a bit cautious, hesitant, awkward, afraid and yet the tiniest bit loving? Dunno, I was groggy, sleepy and cranky. Could be mistaken for admiration.
I was too honest in my sleep, annoyingly, "He's kind of scary. Why, do you have a crush on him or something?" It was kind of a joke, but I guess it didn't seem like that to Johnny and he choked a bit, trying to muffle it under his checkered blanket. Once again, I was too tired to catch the almost definite hints that he did like Dally that way. I rolled over and tried again to get to sleep before the sun came up. Apparently Johnny wasn't so worried about that.
"O-oh. But he's kinda brave, ain't he? You know, and gallant like them Southern gentlemen," his voice was so obvious that even I couldn't miss that tone, 'cept it was more loving than ever. I twitched in the dark and then flicked a light switch on, cringing from the brightness. Damn, and I thought Johnny was straight as a ruler, maybe even asexual since he didn't really make any moves. Though that girl, Marcie….aw nevermind. What the hell was I thinking? Maybe I was going crazy and he really didn't think like that at all, it was seriously worth a try to find out, though.
"Look, Johnny," I took a deep breath, trying not to let him down any harder than I had to. Probably not going to go well, "Dally is kind of…er, into women. He's straight. Straight. As. A. Ruler. You see the way he picks up random broads and you know they're all women. He wouldn't dare do anything like that with a man. It's disgusting to him." Okay, so maybe I could have let him down a little lighter than that, but he would have too much hope if I didn't do it the hard way.
-Johnny's POV-
I squealed a little, probably not the best idea, since I had just been found out, but it was all I could do. Pony knew I liked Dally. He knew I didn't have the smallest chance with him and I knew it too. But for some reason there was this hopeful little voice in my head that kept on going and telling me: Johnnycake, you can do it. He won't say no, because have you seen how close you are to him? No one can get that close to Dallas Winston. You can even stand up to him, and he loves you I'll bet. I'll bet and I know it. You love him and he loves you, there ain't no more to say about it. Go for it, Johnnycake...Johnnycake….Johnnycake.
The words in my head slurred together and I went into a daze, "How did you know?" I finally managed to squeaked out, my face red with embarrassment. Great, and the light was on so it was completely obvious he was right. Why couldn't I bet a better liar?
"It's not that hard to miss, I mean your tone is just so full of giveaways I guess. Try to be a bit more subtle about that near Dally," I bit my lip to keep from saying -It doesn't matter, he loves me anyway.
"Great," I wasn't usually prone to sarcasm, but for some reason it just kind a way to get rid of my bad mood due to automatic rejection. Then I had a question for Pony that I needed to know, just to make us even, "Do you like any, you know, guys…that way?" I laughed at myself for the stupidity. Of course, I was the only queer in the stupid gang. Queer. That sounded terrible in my head and I probably couldn't say it even if I wanted to.
"Errrr," there was an awkward silence and then Pony continued, even if a bit reluctantly, "I think I like Darry. That way. It's wrong I know because he's my brother but it's just everything about him that draws me near. I mean, he's so authoritative, so muscular and he smells really nice. He's just so strong and unbelievably gorgeous. Please don't ever tell him what I am. I'll die, because if he ever knew, he'd disown me and try to get me as far away as possible and being the sicko I am, I just can't do that. I can't be apart from him, he's-," there was the key words. I can't be apart from him. Everything draws me near. After he said that I tuned out. That's exactly how I felt about Dally. He was handsome, strong, like Darry but with a dangerous edge that I liked, a bit more than I should.
"Yeah…you get it don't you? You get how I feel, Pony. And now we're just kinda queer together, right?" I tried to smile to myself.
He laughed weakly.
"Yup, just queer together. And if you ever tell Darry, I'll skin you alive," we both laughed and everything seemed okay. For now.
End Flashback and Pony's Point of View
That was an interesting conversation. I groaned. Why would I just spill something like that out to someone. Well, at least it wasn't just "someone" it was Johnny and the scary thing was I wasn't even sure if I was joking about the skinning alive thing. Though if Darry left me, I wouldn't have the mood to skin anyone.
But it was all so wrong, he was my brother and he was a boy. As if being gay wasn't bad enough, I had to commit incest too. Actually, I didn't really do anything yet…maybe I could change that and—woah woah woah. What was I thinking? He surely wouldn't let me do that kind of thing. Not in a million years.
That is, unless I seduced him.
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