Okay…4th chapter! Enjoy.

Thanks for reviews everyone.

I do not own "The Outsiders" or any characters besides Chelsea, Heather, and Ashlee.

Now for the story!

"Hey…What are friends for?" Her asked. I smiled.

"So, I'm heading to Soda's house. You comin, Chelchel?" He asked.

"Eh. I guess" I replied.

We walked back to Soda's house, and I can say for a fact I was purposely walking super slow. When we walked in Ashlee wasn't there anymore. Soda looked normal…I thought about twhat Steve said. About Soda trying to make me jealous. Could that have really been true? Why would he fall in love just to make me jealous?

"Hey Chelsea, Stevie! What's up?" Soda asked. I cringed at hearing him say my full name. Steve and Soda, and all the others in the gang, never call me Chelsea. Two can play that game.

"Nothing, Sodapop." I answered. He was pissing me off. He's only calling me Chelsea now. Not even Darry calls me Chelsea.

The door opened and in walked in Ponyboy and Heather…fighting. They both looked extremely mad.

"No, you shouldn't have looked at that guy like that, especially while you were with me!" Pony almost screamed.

"I wasn't looking at him, Ponyboy!" Heather yelled.

"Yes you did, and he was looking at you too!" He yelled right back.

"No, Ponyboy. I wasn't looking at him, and because I wasn't looking at him I don't know where he was looking!" She said back.

"And if you didn't look at him, you probably look at tons of other guys" Pony said.

Heather looked Hurt. "Whatever, Pony." She said walking out.

We all looked at Pony.

"Pony! What's your problem? You like her, and you're treating her like that?" Soda asked.

"Me? What about you?" Pony shot back, furiously.

"Shut up, Ponyboy!" Soda yelled. He sounded angry and nervous, at the same time.

"No! I'm not going to just Shut-Up on your command. You talk about me treating someone I love wrong, but what about you? You're going out with that Ashlee girl, when you love Chelsea!" Pony yelled, looking at me and then continuing "Or so you've told me."

"Pony!" Soda whined.

Soda loves me? Oh gosh. I knew he like me. I knew he had feelings. I knew he wanted to give going out a try, but I didn't know he loved me.

I wasn't expecting to hear that my best friend was in love with me. I knew it was true. Why else would Soda get so mad when it was said?

"What? Someone had to say it." Pony stated.

I stood there…Just looking dumb.

"You promised me you wouldn't tell!" Soda complained. He looked at me and then walked into his room.

I looked at Pony, then followed Soda. I knocked on his door, and when I got no answer…I walked in. Soda was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. I sat on the edge of his bed. He didn't look at me. I guess he figured it was me.

"Soda?" I said.

"What?" He replied.

"Is that true?" I asked.

"Yeah." He answered. I smiled, yet he frowned.

"Soda…What's the problem?" I asked him.

"Well. We can't go out. You don't have the same feeling for me that I have about you. Plus, don't know even know if I want to have feeling for my best friend." Soda said, and then added "And…I go out with Ash and all."

"Oh, yeah. You have Ash…and all." I said on the verge of tears. He just admitted to loving me. Why was it so hard for me to say it back? Why is he acting like this?

"Aw. Don't talk like that, Chelsea! I told you how I felt. You didn't say anything. I told you I liked you, and you sat there. Now I have a girlfriend, and I'm not breaking up with her." Soda said.

"I didn't ask you too!" I snapped.

"Okay, Chelsea! Calm down." He said.

"What the hell, Sodapop. Why are you calling me Chelsea?" I asked. Okay, it sounds like no big deal, but it was driving me nuts!

"Ash says it's childish to call you Chelchel." Soda mumbled.

"Are you serious? You're changing so much. You're changing so much for a girl you've known for a month! One month." I yelled.

"Oh, come on! Don't even sa-" He began, but I cut him off.

"Fine. I didn't say anything when you told me, but you said you didn't want it to ruin our friendship!" I yelled, letting tears fall.

"I don't!" He replied.

"Yeah? Well, you did." I said. He gave me a hurt look, and I walked out of the house.

--Okay, I know. Short again, but this is the second one today.