The weather was beautiful today. It was bright and hot, yet a breeze went around Tulsa that would kiss people's skin, making the heat bearable. The sky was a blue as it could be and fluffy white clouds stayed around to keep it company. The trees were browner than usual and the green leaves giggled as the gentle breeze rustled them. There was a faint smell of sweet gasoline in the air as people wore smiles on their faces as they drove by.

Today was a happy day and that made Curly Shepard a little uneasy. Never in his life did he have a memory of a day like this. Until now, that is. He heard this is the kind of thing that happens when you're in love. Light comes into your soul and the world follows behind. Light even comes to a place like Tulsa sometimes, he guessed. If it wasn't happening to him right now, Curly would never believe he could be this peaceful.

Curly looked over his shoulder to the gas station. It was a slow day. Sodapop and Steve were teaching Johnny about cars as Dallas and Two-Bit were creating a fort out of empty beer cans. He chuckled and looked back to the currently lonely road then turned to his lover at his side. They were sitting by the road doing nothing as the lazy went by. Ponyboy was tossing rock across the cement and smoking a cigarette. The blonde in his hair was fading, but that didn't stop the sun from making it illuminate.

His baby looked bored.

Today was a good day to go swimming. Curly suddenly thought. It was swimming weather.

The thought caused his imagination to go wild. He pictured Ponyboy and him swimming around, splashing and cashing one another. Ponyboy was shirtless in swim trunks. He comes up from a dive with water running down his body, and dripping from his disheveled hair and tickling down his neck and spine.

Lightening shot to Curly's groin.

"Mm," He moans behind closed eyes.

Ponyboy heard a sound and cocked an eyebrow. He looked to Curly, who wore a guilty smile.

"You okay?" Ponyboy took a drag.

Curly opened his eyes. "Just fine, babe."

He stole the cigarette and took a drag. It was the closet they could get to kissing in public.

For the first time ever, Curly Shepard felt giddy. He wanted to jump up, grab Ponyboy's hands and start dancing. They could dance to Rock 'n Roll or slow dance. He wondered if Ponyboy knew how to dance? He sure as hell didn't. But that didn't matter to him right now. He felt like lifting his babe in the air was twirling around, laughing and kissing. That was just the kind of affect Ponyboy had on him.

"Come on," Curly said, grabbing Ponyboy's hand, pulling him up as Curly stood.

"Where we goin'?"

"Bathroom."

Ponyboy tilted his head but didn't let go of Curly's hand as he lead him away from the road.


A/N: There will be another chapter up later tonight or early morning.