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A/N: I'd like to thank all of those who took time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize if this chapter's short.

Chapter 3: Suspicions Confirmed

Normal POV

"What did you say!" both Darry and Soda looked like they'd die of shock. How could Pony have kept this from them?

"Why didn't you tell us Pon?" Soda asked, confused about what his baby brother just said.

"I was scared...I didn't know how you'd take it..." tears started running down Pony's cheeks. He was ashamed, scared, and angry all at the same time. "I thought you would...think I was bad or somethin'..."

"Bad? Honey you didn't do anything wrong. All you did was try to get home so we wouldn't get worried."

"Oh Pony, we couldn't get mad at you for something like that." Darry's voice was soft, a new sound to Pony's ears. He looked up at his two brothers.

"Thanks. I guess I let my imagination get the better of me." He wiped the remaining tears away. "But I'm alright now."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"That's good to hear" Soda relaxed into the couch and turned on the tv. He smiled then turned to Pony and Darry. "So what're you gonna make fer dinner?"

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Two-Bits POV

Why do I feel this way? Whenever I'm around Pony, I feel different somehow. Different from all those times I was around girls and the gang. But when I'm with Ponyboy I feel calm. Could this be a sign of something more than friendship? And does he feel the same? Arg! I'm so confused!

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Pony's POV

Man, the sky's so clear tonight. I was sitting on the porch looking at the night sky. The stars were shining brighter than ever and it gave me a feeling of security. It's funny when you think about it. All the bad stuff that's happened to me and I still don't feel all too bad. In fact I feel contented and serene. I sigh. If I feel so complete, then why do I feel like something's missing? Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But if that is the case, then what do I to feel paranoid about? Or perhaps I'm making too big a deal out of this. I need to get some sleep. Sleep'll help me think about this straight tomorrow. I stoop up from my position on the porch and walked in the house. I told my brothers I was going to bed and said good night. As I walked into the bedroom, I stripped off all my cloths so that I was only in my boxers. Then I crawled underneath the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.