A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, school was in the way, with all of these stupid-ass assignments they gave us...but I'm back with Chapter Five! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Outsiders.

Different Feelings

Chapter Five

Feelings Confessed

Right when I stepped my foot in the house, I immediately knew something was wrong. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Our house is never quiet.

But, then I heard some muffled voices. I quietly closed the front door behind me. As I stepped over beer bottles, crumbs and poker cards, I could hear the faint voices getting louder, helping me identify whom was talking. It was Pony and Two-Bit. And they're both in me and Pony's room. What the hell are those two doing in there, instead of being out here? It must be top secret if they had to move their conversation in another room. I hated spying on them, but they lead me no choice.

I tip-toed through the kitchen, and started going into the halls. It felt like hours, but I finally made to the front of the bedroom. I placed my palm flat on the wooden door, and then I placed my ear on it. Now I could hear there voices crystal clear.

"C'mon, Kid. Just tell me, I won't get mad or nothin'."

Then I heard someone crying. Pony. Why was he crying?

"I can't Two-Bit. You'll...you'll..." I heard his voice crack.

"I'll what Pone?"

"You and the gang would hate me forever." I started to panic. Why would I hate you, Pone?

"Pony, we'll never hate you. We all love you, kid. Just please tell me what's wrong. I hate seeing you like this." That's when jealousy took over my body. How come Pony never mentioned this to me? I'm his brother. His favorite brother... and he goes to Two-Bit instead?

"Two-Bit...I'm-I'm...I can't say it." He was whimpering now.

"Yes you could, Pone. Now you're what?"

There was a long pause before Ponyboy said anything, then a few moments later, he finally spoke, "I'm...g-g-"

"Gassy?"

Really Two-Bit? Gassy?

"NO! I'm gay, alright. G-A-Y, GAY! Are you happy now, I said it."

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop from next door. I can't believe it. Why didn't he tell me? I'm not mad at all...because I'm gay my damn self. But the problem is, he probably likes a boy who's not related to him.

"Kid, are you serious? I'm not mad at all, I don't care if you're gay. In fact, I'm happy for ya. So, who's the lucky fella?"

There was no answer.

"Holy shit Kid. Is he in the gang?"

Still no answer.

"Is it Steve?"

I only heard a grunt, but still no answer.

"Is it...me?"

Then I heard a chuckle. But no .?docid=22581287

"Is it...you know...Dally, or Johnny?"

Then I heard a whimper.

"Shit, sorry Kid," then Two-Bit paused and whispered, "Is it one of your brothers?"

Still no answer. He had a crush on one of us?

"Is it Darry? If it is I completely understand because his muscles does bring out his blue eyes."

Then I heard another chuckle, but louder than the first one. Wait, so if it wasn't Darry, was it...?

"Christ Kid, so it's...?

Then, finally, I heard that beautiful, small voice I loved so much. "Yes, Two-Bit, it's Soda. I'm in love with my sweet, handsome older brother, Sodapop Patrick Curtis."

I finally got it through Two-Bit's fried brain. He didn't say anything for a long while, then he said, " Christ, Kid...that's-"
I cut him off. "Deep and disgusting, I know. I can't help it Two-Bit, really. It's just...everytime I see him, I start to feel queasy. But in a good way. A really good way."

Two-Bit sighed and ran a hand through his rusty colored, greasy hair. "It's not disgusting, Pony. Its'...different. I met a few gay people, too. But I've never met a boy who was in love with his older brother." I thought he was gonna start yelling at me for thinking those thoughts, but he did the exact opposite. He reached over and messed up my hair and started singing, "Pony and Soda sittin' a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G..." I growled and walked out of my room, leaving Two-Bit on the bed singing to himself. But when I opened the door, I felt my who body freeze up when I saw him, standing in the hall way. His face held no expression. Then, he whispered so quietly, I thought he was talking to himself. "Was all of that true, Pony? You really like me...like that?" Before I could answer and explain everything to him, he pinned me against the wall, holding my wrists. His face was inches from mine,I could feel his warm breath. I flinched, because I thought he was gonna beat me to a bloody pulp. But instead, he roughly planted his sweet, tender pink lips on to mine.