A/N: I thought of a better idea, and instead, I will make this a three-shot, not a five-shot. Then a sequel would come afterwards. My original idea was rushed anyways. I didn't want that, obviously.

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The sky was lacking of shine and color. It was all in a dark gray. Strangely, it suited his mood. It was lack of happiness, lack of joy. His life has always been like that.

Johnny never had the courage to leave his house, though today, he somehow gained it. His father was kicking his small, fragile body, and the second Johnny heard a rummage through the silverware drawer, he ran outside the door as fast as his bruised, 8-year-old body could go without another thought in his mind.

Now, here he is under a tree, curled up into a ball. He felt a drop of water coming down to his head suddenly.

It wasn't long when the sound of thunder started roaring loudly, lightening found its place through the cloudy skies nearly cracking the sky in half, and water started pouring hard from above.

"See boys," Johnny heard woman talking in a concerned voice through pounding water, "I told you it was going to rain today. Here I brought your raincoats."

Johnny turned around and leaned over to taking a better look behind the tree he was sitting the grounds of. He saw two young boys receiving their raincoats from the woman, who by the looks of it, seems to be their mother.

"Thanks mom," the taller boy said of the two, as the smaller one seems to be struggling to put his raincoat on.

Man, they really lucky Johnny thought. He wished he had a mother to care for him. Unfortunately, his mother, he'll never see her as his mother.

Once the little boy got head through the plastic poncho, his eyes were at Johnny. Johnny immediately hid himself back into his original position.

"Hey mamma," he heard a young voice talking, "can get my umbrilla?"

Great, he thought sarcastically. He heard light running footsteps closing in on him.

"Ponyboy, honey," the woman yelled, "Where are you going?"

Suddenly, Johnny stopped feeling water drops coming through his head. But it didn't stop raining because he could still hear raindrops meeting the pavement of the road and grass. Johnny looked up and saw the young boy, whose name was probably Ponyboy since that was being called from the woman yelling. Well, better have a weird name and have the love of a family than a common name and get abused.

'Ponyboy' looked very young, small…not to mention cute.

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Johnny awoke, finding that his arm was wrapped around Ponyboy's rested form in bed. Remembering everything that had happened, Johnny let a frown form in his face while looking at his bedmate.

Ponyboy didn't deserve to witness darkness. He already had his loving parents disappear before his very eyes. He really shouldn't have nightmares after such tragedy happened to him.

He looked at Ponyboy's sleeping form and saw how young he looked. He couldn't help but think he looked sweet and innocent in his sleep.

Johnny looked out the window and saw that little light is coming through the horizon. It's probably around six o'clock. Thinking that it was too early, Johnny rested his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes off reality…

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Ponyboy opened his green-gray eyes slightly into little slits. He immediately closed them from the morning sun shining from the window hitting his orbs. He drowsily turned over, blinked a few times to open his eyes completely, and made contact with someone's chest, covered in a black shirt. Looking up, he saw a blush-worthy sight.

Feeling heat forming in his face, he sat up from the bed, causing Johnny's arm to raise and drape into the now empty bedside. The movement Pony caused Johnny to make most likely awoke him because when his arm fell onto the mattress, he let out a moan and his eyebrows furrowed.

Pony still felt heat in nearly his entire face. When Johnny began to sit up, Ponyboy looked away trying to hide the annoying, heating redness that won't leave his face.

Johnny looked at him with a confused, concerned expression. He moved to make Ponyboy face him, and noticed Ponyboy's red face. Johnny wondered what caused Ponyboy's face to be red. Did Pony do something by accident or something?

"Hey Pone, what's up?" Johnny asked sympathetically.

For once, Ponyboy couldn't dig for a lie. Usually, he's actually good at lying. So good it actually scared him. But this time, lying couldn't come to the rescue. Especially when you have to lie about something you've been kept bottled in for a long time. When it's the chance to let it out, that would have to be the time. Glory, why now, Pony thought, I never plan on saying this.

For a long time now, Ponyboy and Johnny had actually developed a closer feeling towards each other. It was much more than close friendship. Both of them had thought it was just a mere hormone that it would go away overtime. But it never left them. It remained haunting their minds. Both of them thought if they were going mentally ill for developing a closer feeling than friendship towards the same gender.

He couldn't hold it in. He cannot lie, like he usually would easily. Pony clutched at the blankets and licked his lips nervously. He had to let out his feelings. Though he wasn't ready for whatever that might come afterwards. Johnny would hate him. Darry would pay for a psychologist while Soda shoves pictures of beautiful woman in his face, trying to make him like girls.

Johnny, however, kept his eyes at Ponyboy.

Man, he looks really cute when he blushes like tha-Ah! I have to stop thinking these things about him! Stay focus. I'll stop having this…'feeling'…towards him sometime soon. God, I hope so. Because right now, I just want to…ugh, I have to hold it back!

Ponyboy looked at him even more nervously. "Johnny…I…I…"

But I can't!

That was the last thing Johnny thought the second his palm got into the back of Ponyboy's head and launched a kiss on his lips and released.

Ponyboy's face became even redder. Johnny didn't think it would get redder than before. He can see a tint of smile forming in Ponyboy's face as he reached up to touch his own lips. That was the very last thing Johnny would expect, that Ponyboy actually liked the kiss.

Just then, the sounds of the screen door opening made both boys jump.

"Soda, Pony, I'm home!" Darry's voice echoed through the house.

"I gotta go," with that, Johnny ran out the room.

That was when it hit Ponyboy real hard. Not only did he have feelings for Johnny that he couldn't deny or fight off, but also Johnny felt the same thing for him. But they were both boys. Two boys, in love, and stuck in a cruel world where if you don't have feelings for the opposite gender, you'd be either looked down at by people who would be talking about you behind your back every day, saying you would have some sort of mental problems.

But Ponyboy knows there's nothing wrong with him. He just loves his best friend, right?

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A/N: And that's Akane's best (lame) attempt in making slash realistic as she can as if made from the 60s. Whoopee. She sucks, doesn't she:)

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