Disclaimer: I do not own the book the Outsiders. S.E. Hinton is the owner. I am only a fangirl who writes about her favorite characters. Please enjoy my fan fiction! This is written in 3rd person, but revolves mainly around Johnny.

"Run!" Johnny cried.

He knew he wasn't fast enough. He knew those Soc boys would catch him in their car. He wasn't fast enough.

"Don't stop, Johnny!" Ponyboy called. He was way in front of him.

Johnny didn't stop running. His legs burned and his brain was filled with so many distracting thoughts.

Suddenly he tripped and fell onto the sidewalk. Almost at the same exact time his body hit the concrete, he heard a car screech to a stop beside him.

"God dammit," Johnny muttered.

He heard a car door slam.

"You thought you could out run us, huh?" Said a voice.

Johnny scrambled to his feet. He met eyes with a tall, icy blue eyed boy. The boy seemed to watch him curiously, daring him to run. Johnny ran.

"Hey, come back here!"

Johnny was being followed. "Pony!" He screamed.

Ponyboy turned around. Johnny fell again. No. He was tackled. The next thing he knew there were a bunch of Soc boys surrounding him.

One of them kicked him hard in the stomach. He groaned and clutched his stomach.

"Ha, just look at him squirm!"

"I know! The little bastard!"

They all laughed. Then the kicker kicked him again.

"That's what you get for hitting on my girl,"

Kick.

"He ain't even movin!"

Kick.

"Stupid Greaser."

Kick.

"White trash."

Kick.

"Son of a bitch."

Kick.

"Queer."

Kick.

Ponyboy where the hell are you? Johnny thought. His stomach felt queasy and bruised.

Kick.

"Fuck you all!" Johnny yelled. His voice sounded weak.

"S'cuse me?"

Someone grabbed him by the front of his shirt. It was the icy eyed boy. He held Johnny close to his face. The boy's breath smelled like bubble gum.

"Put me down," Johnny croaked.

Punch.

He put him down alright. Smack on the ground.

Johnny expected a kick. An insult maybe. But no one said anything. He wanted someone to. Just to be sure he wasn't dead.

Suddenly Johnny saw feet. It was just Ponyboy. He kneeled down beside him.

"Shit," He spat. He got on his knees and propped up Johnny's head on his lap.

"Where are they?"

"They left."

Ponyboy moved Johnny's hair away from his eyes. There was a cut under his eye and the corner was turning purple.

"Come on let's go." Ponyboy said. He stood up and held out his hand.

Johnny took it. For a minute he didn't want to let go, but then a car drove past and Johnny released his hand quickly.

Pony just stared at Johnny for a moment. Johnny looked back.

"Where were you?" Johnny asked.

"I…"

"What? I didn't catch that last part."

Ponyboy sighed. "Come on, we need to take care of your wounds. And we can't let any of the other boys see us. Okay? I don't want any more trouble."

"What the hell? Don't ignore my question!" Johnny cried.

"Johnny…"

"What?"

"Johnny… you know I…"

"You what? You what?"

"I didn't wanna risk any suspicions."

"Fuck suspicisons. Fuck it all."

"Shut your mouth."

"You care so much about your suspicions you forgot about me huh? Me with the real feelings?"

"I'm sorry."

Johnny crossed his arms. "Shut up."

"I'm sorry Johnny,"

Johnny just ran off.

Ponyboy walked into his house and it was really quiet. No one seemed to be home. Yet he heard the water running. He saw Johnny standing in the bathroom. He had the sink on. His hands were under the water.

"Hi," Pony said.
Johnny turned off the water. "Can you look at my stomach?"

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

Johnny didn't say anything. He just handed Ponyboy a washcloth with ice inside of it.

"I don't think this will get past the rest of the guys," Johnny said.

Pony inched his way into the small bathroom.

"Yea?"

He slowly closed the door behind him with his foot.

"They're gonna see my black eye," Johnny said. He took his jacket off. It fell to the floor. Then he took off his shirt.

Pony looked at his face. He was afraid to see Johnny's stomach. It wasn't that bad. There were three big purple bruises on his stomach. Ponyboy slowly closed the space between them and touched the washcloth softly on one of Johnny's bruises. Johnny winced. Ponyboy put his head on Johnny's shoulder and touched his lips to his skin below his ear. He held them there.

"I'll be gentle," Ponyboy practically whispered.

"Do you really love me?" Johnny asked.

"Yes,"

"Then why weren't you there?"

"I already told you."

"Ponyboy…"

Ponyboy held Johnny's chin lightly and kissed his lips. Then he kissed his forehead, his left eye lid, and his nose.

"I know I love you," Johnny said. "More than anyone in this world."

"Really? Little old me?"

Johnny pulled Ponyboy's hand with the washcloth closer to his stomach so that the ice pressed against his skin.

He whimpered. "Ouch."

Pony pulled Johnny's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. He dropped his hand.

Johnny dropped the washcloth and held Pony's face. He just looked at him.

"What?" Pony asked.

"I've known you for longer than I can remember and now you're in my arms."

He held Pony's waist and dipped him back dramatically, then he kissed his mouth. Pony held onto Johnny's shoulders and laughed as their lips parted.

Then he slid down to the ground and pulled out a cigarette.

"Gotta light?"
Johnny lit Ponyboy's cigarette and then lit one of his own.

"I just wanna run away," Johnny said.

"To where?"
"I dunno… Somewhere really far and empty. Not anywhere that's infested with hoods and gangs. I never asked for any of this shit, Pony."

"Yeah,"

"We should go somewhere tonight." Johnny said.

"Run away?"
"No. We should just go somewhere… Somewhere dark and quiet… I want you to fuck me. Can't you? Can't you fuck me?"

Pony was frozen. "But… Won't that…"

"You don't have to stick it in me."

"But…"

"Just stick it in your mouth."

"I don't even know how."

"I could teach you."

"How do you know how, Johnny?"

"'Cause…" Johnny said. He paused to take a drag of his cigarette. "I did it before."

"With who?"

"It's a long story."

"I got time." Ponyboy said. Suddenly he felt like Johnny really was 16. He felt a lot younger than him.

"It was in 5th grade at school. In the bathroom. It was that day when everyone started that rumor saying I had a stomach virus because I wasn't in class during recess. You know, and then everyone avoided me for a week."

"Oh yea," Ponyboy said. "I was in 3rd grade, but we all had the same recess."

"So yea, anyway, I was in the bathroom because I didn't wanna go to recess. I was alone for a while, until this other boy walked in there. He was new. His name was Kevin Blair. I didn't want him to see that I was just standing around so I unzipped my pants. Kevin was just staring at my dick. So then he walked past me, still staring and stood by a stall. Then he said, "come here I have to show you something." I, for some reason, didn't think anything of it. I zipped my pants back up and went into the stall.

Kevin closed it and locked it. I felt kind of uncomfortable then. But then Kevin was just like "oh, I dropped something." So he bent down and pulled my pants down. I tried to pull them back up but Kevin begged me not to. He stood up and then took me in his hand and moved his hand up and down on it. At that point I felt really freaked because he was touching me, but I let him go… It felt good. And then I couldn't breathe and felt like I had to pee and Kevin stopped quickly. I touched my penis. It was hard. We just looked at each other for like 30 seconds.

"Can I leave?" I asked.

"Stay, please." Kevin said.

"But…" I protested.

Kevin put his hand over my mouth. "Please,"

I moved his hand away. "No."
Kevin kissed my cheek. In 5th grade that was considered amazing.

I was really hot in the cheeks by then.

"You'll stay?"
"OK." I agreed. Silly me…

So then Kevin got on his knees and kissed me in between my legs. It tickled. Then I felt a warm comforting sensation in between my legs. I looked down to see only Kevin's head. Soon the feeling was really nice, and I laughed. The laughter turned into a light moan. I didn't consider the fact that any male in the school could walk in and hear me. I kept moaning. I couldn't stop I kept hitting my back on the stall wall. Soon I felt like I had to pee again and I was afraid it would go into Kevin's mouth and he would be mad, but I didn't pee. It was over. Kevin stood up and spit into the toilet.

I stared at his spit. It looked weird. He flushed it down. We both stared.

"Thank you…" Kevin said.
"For what?" I asked.

Kevin hugged me. He smelled good. I buried my nose into his chest. He was taller than me. Then he unlocked the bathroom stall and let the door swing wide open. He walked away. I sat alone in the bathroom for the next 10 minutes. I cried. I couldn't stop crying. I felt like I'd lost something… A sense of innocence... There were a lot of feelings balled up inside. I felt like I was in trouble; had I done something wrong? I couldn't describe the feelings. I just wanted to hit someone. I wanted to lie down in bed. My stomach felt queasy. But at the same time, I longed to kiss someone. A gentle, innocent kiss..."

Ponyboy could hardly look at Johnny.

"You were my first kiss." Johnny said.

Ponyboy held his hand.

"Fuck me, Ponyboy; because I love you. I really do. And you love me too."

"Okay. Tonight."

"You can put it in my butt if you want. I'm serious. You can."

"It would hurt you. I could never…"

"Alright."

"What if someone finds us?"

"They won't."

Soda was frozen at the bathroom door. He knocked.

Johnny jumped up and leaped into the shower.

"Yea?" Pony asked, messing up his hair and holding a towel to his face.

Soda opened the door. "I could have sworn I heard a second voice."
"What are you on?" Pony asked.

Soda gave him a weird look. "I heard a second voice,"

"No, it's just me. So sorry…"

"Okay… Well, Darry wants to talk to you. I-Is Johnnycake here?"

"No…"

"I heard his voice."
"He ain't here, Soda."

"Okay. Okay."

Soda left and closed the door behind him.

Johnny crept from behind the shower curtain. "That was scary as hell."

"I know, it was real close."

"How am I supposed to get out?" Johnny asked.

Ponyboy pointed to the window.

"Yea, okay. See you tonight… How's 12."

"12 is good."

Johnny was about to go over to the window, but he stopped and turned to kiss Ponyboy's mouth tenderly. "Remember I love you."
"I can't forget…"

Johnny turned and stood on the toilet. He opened the window and climbed out.

Pony and Johnny thought no one could hear them; but Soda hadn't left his position beside the bathroom door. He went into the living room and sat down so Pony wouldn't be suspicious.