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Different Feelings
Chapter Four
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I woke up feeling sweaty, and my heart was pounding through my chest. What the hell was that. Did I just have a dream about my baby brother? I mean, for Christsakes, he's my brother...and a boy! God, what is wrong with me? It's like I can't even sleep with him anymore. But if I tell him that I can't, he's going to get upset. And if I tell him why I can't, he's gonna get frightened and tell Darry and the gang, and they'll all probably beat me up and throw me in the crazy house. So there's no way I'm telling anybody about this. I mean, I don't want to have to move back to my old room, but I have to know how to keep my crazy hormones in check.
So it's just me, myself and I that knows this, and nobody else. I can't believe that I have a crush on my BROTHER. But, I don't think it was just a small crush. It feels so much more than that.
I got out of the bed to change the cum-filled sheets and get in the shower. Maybe I'll get lucky and fall in the shower and bump my head on the rack and knock some sense into it.
"Man, you okay? You've been out of it since we came to work" Steve asked me about the millionth time since this morning. It wasn't my fault, I just can't get Pony out of my head. He's on my mind 24/7 all of a sudden. Every time I thought about my baby brother, it would make my stomach flip-flop. And it did that this morning before I left to go to work.
After everyone finished eating, Pony grabbed all the dishes and put them in the sink to start washing them. That's when I offered to help him. He said it was okay and that I should go so I couldn't be late for work. But I didn't mind. So he stood on the right side side of the sink, as I stood on the left. When I apologized to Pony about the messy sheets this morning, he accepted my apology without any hesitation. I thought he was gonna be mad. But he wasn't.
While we were washing the dishes, our hands kept "accidentally" touching each others under the pool of bubbles and chemicals. I think at the end we made it as a game. And by the time we were finished, Pony was as red as a tomato. I wonder why. Usually when I touch him his reaction is regular. Maybe he has a thing for me too...No! Pony is NOT interested in me, let alone his own brother...and boys. I mean, Pony was into girls, he told me that he had a crush on that Cherry girl. That's when jealously over whelmed me. I didn't want Ponyboy to like her. I wanted him to love me, and only me. But I shook that thought out of my head. I shouldn't be jealous, because I'm not supposed to have those type of feelings for him.
I grabbed my DX cap off the arm of the couch. Pony trailed in behind me a few seconds later and planted him self on the couch before watching T.V. Before I left out the house to get in the truck with my older brother and best friend, I went to Pony and did something that made him turn a crimson red. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. And to make the moment less uncomfortable, I ruffled his soft, auburn red hair. "Bye, baby. I'll see you later." And left out the house before I would've did more than kissing him on the cheek. I just wish-
"Sodapop!" I jumped five feet in the air and almost knocked over the key chains stand. Was Steve trying to give me a heart attack? "What, Steve?"
"Jesus Soda you didn't hear me at all? I was calling your name forever. We already got the kid dazin' out on us, we don't need you doin' the same." He replied back.
Anger started to build through out my body. "You know Steve, as long as I known my kid brother, he doesn't always daydream." I snapped at him. He winced and stepped back alittle, his face flashing a look of hurt. I suddenly felt guilty. "I'm sorry, man. It's just that," I rubbed the back of my neck,"there's been alot of things goin' on in my mind lately."
I sat in the stool behind the counter. "What's wrong? I'm sure I could help you with it. You could tell me anything, I won't get mad or nothin'. I'll understand."
"No Steve. You won't understand, no one would. It's...complicated." I really want to tell Steve. But how could I tell him without freaking him out?Steve, I'm in love with my baby brother. Yo, Steve. Last night I had a wet dream about Ponyboy.
"Come on, how bad could it be? Okay wait, from a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?"
I sighed. Then I looked at Steve straight in the eye. "Eleven."