So before I say anything else, I wanna thank bloodyblackrosepetals for reminding me of an old, disturbing( apparently fictional incest is disturbing...) picture I drew during Algebra in 8th grade. She also helped me plan out the plot so... Thanks gurl! I changed the ship in the picture from SodapopxPonyboy to StevexPonyboy because I can. So enjoy! I hope this ties into the previous chapter...

Warning: Yaoooooiiiiiiiiii(StevexPonyboy) and a sock puppet... Yeah... Nothing too bad.


After I was oblivious to what Steve tried to tell me, he started to ignore me in return. If I walked into a room he was in, he'd leave, glaring at me. I thought Steve hated me before, I didn't know how it felt before now for Steve Randle to despise you. Sodapop eventually noticed something was up between us. Almost every night Soda bugged me about it, I lied and told him I had no clue what he was talking about. It didn't feel right lying to Soda, but I really doubt he would be okay with Steve and I liking guys. Plus, Steve wanted me to keep that a secret. He would definitely hate me even more if I told Sodapop.

The slow creak of the front door being opened broke my chain of thoughts. Whoever had opened the door slowly had then slamed it shut, creating a very loud noise that echoed through out the house. I quickly slid my sketchbook under my pillow, slightly groaning at who I had ended up drawing. After hopping off my bed, I walked out to the living room to see who had made so much noise. Laying on the couch was Steve clutching a beer bottle in his hand. It smelled like be swam around in beer rather that drank it. I decided to leave him alone and headed back to my room-Steve hadn't noticed me yet. I hoped Steve leaves before Darry gets home or else he would have a fit. Since the social workers were due to checkup on us soon, Darry wanted the house as clean as possible until they came. He definitely didn't want the smell of beer in the house. Looking outside my door, it looked like Steve had passed out on the couch. Did he have a fight with his Dad? I asked myself, That would explain his drinking... Steve's eyes suddenly shot open and he stared at me, making me uncomfortable enough to look away and almost crawl back into my room.

"Ponyboy! Come..." Steve paused, taking another sip of his beer, "Here..." I didn't move, scared at what a drunk Steve would do. I only have seen Steve drunk like this once or twice. My brothers usually made me leave the room though...

"W-what do you want?" I sounded real scared because, to be honest, I was.

"A sock puppet. Make me one." His words were slurred and hard to understand as he spoke.

"Uh... Okay? I'll make ya one." Before he could respond, I shut my door and collapsed on the bed Soda and I shared. How was I supposed to make a sock puppet? I kinda remember making them when I was little in school... But I didn't have buttons or glue!

"Hurry... Up!" Steve basically screamed from the other room. I guess I should just try me best at making one, maybe that will make Steve leave. I found an old, and hopefully clean, sock underneath my bed. Grabbing a black marker, I made two large black dots for eyes on the sock and put it on my hand to see if it worked. It wasn't the best sock puppet ever made but If Steve really wanted one, he would have to deal with this. The livingroom was silent when I walked in. Steve, once again, was passed out and drooling on the couch. Darry isn't going to be very happy about that...

"Steve!" I poked his face, "Wake up ya bum!"

"Wadaya want..." He groans in response, smacking my hand away.

"You wanted a sock puppet right?" If he decided now that he didn't want it anymore I would be beyond mad.

"Yeah..." Steve stood up, his now empty beer bottle hitting the floor. When he stepped forward I had to step back, his size and smell overwhelmed me. Awkwardly, I shoved my sock covered hand in Steve's face and moved my hand to make the sock puppet look like it was talking.

"Hello!" I said in a terrible British accent, "My name is Puppet and I believe you should stay where you are!" Steve chuckled at this and pushed the sock puppet out of his face.

"That's adorable, Ponyboy..."

"Er... Thanks..." The way Steve had leaned in closer to my face had made me even more uncomfortable. A blush burned across my face and I felt like I was frozen in place.

"But it isn't as adorable as you..." What Steve did next felt like it happened in slow motion. Right when I thought Steve was going to kiss me, he groaned and colasped on top of me.

"Steve! Get off of me!" I squeaked. Steve just drunkly smiled back at me.

"Never." The front door had to open then.

"Ponyboy! I'm-" My eldest brother paused for a second, trying to make sense of the awkward situation in front of him, "Steve, why the hell are you on top of my brother? Care to explain? Ponyboy, you are welcome to tell me as well."

Steve said a drunk, "Because I love him..." while at the same time I growled, " He is drunk and won't get off of me!" Darry didn't respond, he just pulled Steve off of me by his shirt.

"Thanks, Darry..." I mumbled and headed back to my room.


So... I think I will write another chapter if you guys want it. YOU MUST REVIEW FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! Thank you for all the reviews on the last chapter, they made me extremely happy!

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