Johnny's POV
Between the darkness of the church and my mind, I felt myself go a bit insane. I bit my lip hard, using all of my little self control not to scream. The sudden flavor of rust rushed over my taste buds, triggering myself to quit gnawing off my skin. Fuck, it stung. I can't even imagine what Pony's thinking about right now, if he was going through the same distress I was, or if he even cared at all. I'm terrified to the bone but if I don't say something, I might go crazy.
I mustered up enough courage to speak up. "Hey," my voice croaks, "Pony, uh-"
"Can we just forget about that?" he shouts, "It was dumb, I'm dumb, just forget it, alright?" Though the blackness consumed his features, I knew my friend so well I could picture his saddened expression almost perfectly in my mind. It drove me nuts. I hated seeing my best friend like this. The need to comfort him ripped me apart from the inside. I couldn't. Not now.
After what had just happened, if I hugged him... Pony would think I was.. into him. But I'm not! Not in the slightest! Because greasers are tuff and shit. Plus, what would Dallas think? I'd never hear the end of it! I'd be dead meat.
But.. The way our silence drives me mad..
I reach over and pull Pony into a tight hug, "Everything's fine, okay? I ain't gonna tell no one. It'll be our secret, alright?"
With the candle still aflame, Pony gripped onto my jacket. I felt him tremble in my arms and I did a little too. The frigid night air got the best of me. Being so close to him, this way, I wanted to kiss him again, but... I'm not gay. No way. Greasers like chicks. That's just how it was, but I wanted to make Pony feel better, so I pulled away from our hug slightly, and kissed him. Pony didn't flinch, he didn't pull away, he went with it, and for a second, I felt different about Pony. He wasn't just my best friend, I wanted someone to kiss like this. No wonder Dallas is always with some girl, the sensation is unbelievable.
Within a few hours, Pony and I fell fast asleep in each other's arms, knocking the candle over.
Slowly, fire consumed the entirety of the old rickety church.
And when Dallas came to get his friends, there was no church at the top of Jay Mountain.
The end lol later