Can't you just say you hate me?

by Two Things On My Mind

Pony's having a rough time, his grades are slipping, and theres the imminent threat of being split up hanging around again. Johnny's sure troubled too, but its nothing like that, he guesses he just can't stop thinking of Ponyboy. So why not tell him so? He could use a load off his mind, even if it leaves one on Ponys. /Au./

4. Chapter 4

I was at the table reading Lord of the flies, it was a whole lot better then my grade teacher said it would be. I just couldn't believe boys would do that to each other, you know. But then,looking at where I lived and how the Socs and grease treated each other, why was I surprised at all? Boys killing each other on an island. Boys killing each other on the streets, where people could step in and stop it all if they really tried at it. I knew that was really just an optimistic thought though. Nothing could just step in and stop this. Not now. Too many people had got hurt and dead, too many people turned bitter and inward with hate. We'd lost tpo much to give in now, it didn't matter anymore about the money, It was revenge. 'We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.' If only. If only. Though they'd done okay for a while, but slowly you could see them all breaking apart. Splitting at the seems, it sent a shiver down my spine, the day the gang split would be the worst day of my life. Thinking of the gang my eyes strayed to the grimy window and out to the stars, they were beautiful, thinking of the gang, my thoughts strayed to Johnny. Johnny my best friend, and for a moment I caught a flash of heat. My lips tingled as I remembered, in the vacant lot, Johnny's arms in my back pockets, Johnny, lips crashed against mine. Johnny, hands traveling under my-

"C'mere Pony! Watch Micky Mouse with me~" Two-Bit called from the lounge. Just as well, I scolded myself for letting things get out of control.

"Huh?" I looked up at hearing my name called, Two-Bit was on the floor with a beer to his left, watching Micky. Now, any old guy could get a kick out of that toon, but no one found it as funny as Keith Matthews.

"C'mon, stop reading, I'ma gunna get board if you sit up in there by yourself. Y'all need to come down here and kill your brain cells with tv, I might even let you sip my beer~" He chuckled, he had a real infectious chuckle, I shook my head. Good ol' Two-Bit. Standing up out of my seat I walked over and sat next to him on the rug. Leaning my back against the couch.

"Boy you look like you got a kissin' rash" Two-Bit laughed, poking my lip, I winced. It probably did, after all I'd been kissing, for the first time ever just a couple hours back now. Pulling my knees up against my chest I rested my arms across them.

"Well I dunno why that'd be" I shrugged cooly, I wasn't going to say anything to him about it. He was the very last person I should tell, to be honest. I'd tell Soda if anyone, Soda. I froze up, it would kill me to not tell Soda, I told him everything. Heck we shared a bed. There was nothing much I could keep as secrets went anyway, not from Soda. We knew how to keep quiet us greasers, thats not what I'm saying at all. I mean we don't keep a thing from each other, not a word.

This was going to be hard.