REVISED AS OF October 8, 2005

AN:: blows a whistle which scares Purple Stuffed Seal : Just stop! Everyone! My gawd! LOL…I wasn't even mad, a little hurt, but everything is cool! B.C.G. is kewl, she's not a homophobe if she was she wouldn't have apologized to me (and you didn't need to apologize B.C.G.) It was interesting reading my reviews and I thank everyone for reviewing…I wish they were all, just reviews and not arguments and stuff. But hey, now I got something to look back on.

But thank you Hanah, Purified, and everyone else who reviewed

Disclaimer see chapter one.

Warnings: SLASH…nothing major yet…oh and some OOCness

Ponyboy's POV

I'm laying on my bed staring at a brown stain on our ceiling, a water stain. I'm supposed to be doing my homework, but there's a lot on my mind.

Randy Anderson.

Randy kissed me today, my first kiss, was it an accident? It went on so long…7 seconds, I counted. So maybe it wasn't. With all honestly, I wasn't scared about it. Like, I didn't think it was wrong or disgusting…it was…nice. But…Randy's a guy!

I covered my face with a pillow groaning into it.

I was getting so frustrated, but why? I hate being confused. Confusion makes me feel stupid.

I threw the pillow across the room, just as I heard the phone ring in the living room. No one ever called me so I just rolled on my side and I opened my Literature book, ignoring the rings.

"Pony!" I heard Darry yell from the living room, "Phone!"

Phone call for me? That's surprising. I got up, placed the large book on the bed and made my way to the living room where of course, all the gang (besides Dally and Johnny) were. Two-Bit watching his god, Mickey Mouse, Steve and Soda were playing there evening game of poker, and Darry was sitting on his arm chair the phone dangling loosely in his hand as he read the news paper.

I took the phone from him without saying a word and placed the cool black hard plastic against my ear. "Ponyboy here." The voice that replied nearly made me drop the phone.

"Hey Ponyboy, its Randy…you know from school."

I had to smile at that "Mm-hm, you're the only Randy I know." The guys were looking at me now, damn it, I wished we had another phone somewhere else in the house. We did before, but it was broken doing a wrestling incident. So I just turned my back to them and leaned against the wall placing my forehead on it.

I heard him chuckle some "Sorry."

"What did I tell you about apologizin'." It wasn't really a question just a comment, but he answered anyway.

"You told me not to apologize. Sor-- I mean," He paused for a while. "I bet you're wondering why I called."

"Hmm, kinda'." Why was my heart beating so fast?

"Well um…" He coughed and cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out, erm…I mean…go catch a movie or something tomorrow, Saturday?"

"I don't know, hold on…" I took the phone from my ear and covered the mouthpiece, turning to Darry, "Um, Darry?"

He looked up again from his reading and raised both his eyebrows in a questioned look.

"Can I got to the movies with a friend tomorrow?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes then, "With who?"

I sighed, "My friend Randy." I answered biting the inside of my cheek.

"Isn't Randy that Soc who was friends with Bob?"

Damn Two-Bit, I wanted to turn and glare at him but I continued to look at Darry.

"A Soc? I don't think so." Then he went back to reading his paper, like it was the end of the conversation. He was wrong.

I put the phone back up to my ear, "Hey Randy?"

"Yeah?" His voice squeaked a little.

"Hold on for another minute, okay?"

If he said anything back, I wouldn't have known cause I pressed the phone against my chest. "He's different." I said stubbornly.

"Different? He was friends with the Robert kid who tried to drown you, wasn't he?"

"Randy's changed…he's a tuff guy actually."

A Soc tuff? No greaser had ever said that about a Soc, but he was. Actually, I was starting to gain a lot - well, not a lot, but a few- friends who were Socs (after they realized I wasn't a cold-blooded killer) they were all cool.

"Pony…" Soda was about to say something, but I wouldn't let him. I knew he was going to side with Darry on this one.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, so why can't I?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Yea, I did but I don't agree with you." I stopped for a second, to let some of my anger slide, "I'll be careful. Just please?" I pouted, being the little brother still had it's perks.

I knew if I didn't get mad, Darry had no right to.

Then slowly he said, "…Fine, just be careful."

I gave him and smile, trying to show that I wasn't really excited. But I was, I nearly knocked my head up putting the phone back up to my ear -for the third time- "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Great! Mine if I pick you up at the park? Is 5:30 fine?"

"Sure, I don't mind and that's fine."

"Alright, see you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone, gave Darry a quick hug, which I could see shocked him. He looked at me, "You do your homework yet?"

"Golly, Dar, its Friday."

"Guess, you just gotta call your friend back and cancel ya'lls plan." He said in a blackmailing tone.

"Okay, okay." I mumbled in defeat. I looked at my other brother who was still playing his game with Steve. "Ya'll got any plan tonight?" I asked grabbing and empty chair and straddling it, trying to peak at Steve card, but he drew away glaring at me.

"Naw, nothin' yet." Soda said, placing two cards down.

"How 'bout you, Two-Bit."

He looked at me over his shoulder, "Might go crash a few parties or somethin'. Then he went back to watching his cartoon.

"Pony, homework." I heard Darry say behind me.

"Okay, I'ma goin'."I stood up an went back to my room. Excitement for tomorrow bubbling up in me again as I went back into my room, I crashed onto my bed- picked up the pillow and screamed into it.

Why in the hell was I so happy?

Alright, end of chapter 2. There was suppose to be more to this chapter but…well, I needed something for chapter 3. So yea, that'll be posted soon please review.