Sorry it's so short :C I haven't had time to write..

-Johnny's POV-

I pulled away, having to unlatch Pony's hand from my face.

"W-What was that?" I stutter, trying to catch my breath. Turning to Pony, I notice his eyes open wide, full of shock.

"Uh, um, I-I dunno." He finally spat out. I haven't moved an inch, but Ponyboy had his head in his hands, making indescribable noises, sounding like sobs. I didn't know what to do. I was still in shock over the fact that he had did what he did, but on the other hand, I felt bad not comforting my best friend. So, I just patted his back and told him it was okay. I lied. On the inside, I was a hurricane of thoughts. Why the hell would he kiss me? What would give him the idea that I was gay? Was he? I shook my head, attempting to erase my memory, but it didn't work. At all.

When Pony finally composed himself again, he broke the haunting silence, "I-I just thought since, you know, you've never really kissed anyone, and I never have either, w-we could, you know…" I just looked at him for a long moment. His green eyes glazed over with tears were shining in the candle light, and his newly bleached hair fell in uneven tufts on top of his light skin. He looked vulnerable. More vulnerable than me, if that had been possible. He looked, I don't know, cute. I shook my head again, and thankfully Pony didn't notice. I couldn't have feelings for him. No. No way. He didn't look cute. Psh. No. I like girls. I like boobs, and pussy and crap like that. Yeah. Boobs.