A/N: Okay now, here's the deal. I'll be leaving to Cuba on Tuesday (my time) so I'll be gone for two weeks. Therefore, the sequel won't be written for quite some time from now. That is all.

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The sun descends from its rightful place high in the sky. It lays over the horizon, creating magnificent colors of gold, yellow, pink, purple, and different hues of blue all over the sky.

Long, denim-covered legs lay in the very messy green grass of the park in which is located in Independence Avenue, knees bent. The legs' sources were two male bodies, one that is tanned and the other was pale.

Ponyboy leans his ear on Johnny's chest, feeling the cotton fabric of his black shirt in the exterior of his ear, hearing the beating sound of Johnny's heart. He let his hands rest on Johnny's moving, breathing chest. Pony was facing towards west, where the sun rests over the horizon.

Johnny held his arms around Ponyboy protectively, permitting him lean on his chest. He leans on the tree bark as he was, too, facing towards west.

Ponyboy didn't remember the last time he was this content, not even before his parents died. He had put aside the fact they were both guys a long while ago. He was in love and happy, and that's all that counts.

Same thing with Johnny; he had put that aside as well. Except, he put it aside sooner than Ponyboy did; he had gone through worse.

It amazed them how they have been together like this for almost a month and nobody noticed (Although lately, Dallas Winston had been suspicious and they took note of this). Well, it's for the better that no one would know.

Both of them had thought about it. Should they tell the gang? Should Pony tell his brothers? Would they look down at them?

As time went by, all that was behind them now. Sure, they think about it from time to time, and get worried. They would even feel they're stomachs flip and goose bumps forming at the thought of the possibilities of what would happen if anyone found out. Currently though, they cared about each other's presence the most.

Pony stayed there, listening to Johnny's heartbeat, feeling the fabric of denim of Johnny's jean jacket around him until the sun disappeared with all its colors and beauty. He lets Johnny to get up from his place of seat by the tree. Johnny extends his arm downward, helping Pony getting up from his place of seat on the grass. However, when Pony got up, Johnny didn't let go of his hand. Why would he?

They both saw each other in the eyes and smiled. Sometimes, they don't need words to say what they're thinking. Johnny places his free hand on Ponyboy's neck and places a light kiss on his lips. Ponyboy kisses back, his own free hand on Johnny's shoulder.

Once the kiss was released, they gave each other another light smile and didn't let go of their hands as they departed from the lot and towards the sidewalk in the Tulsa night.

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On the second floor of the building of loud music, Dally lies on the empty twin bed wearing only his jeans, staring at the ceiling.

Man, Dally thought, what a party that was. However, even though the party went well for him, he couldn't get one thing off his mind.

Ponyboy and Johnny had been spending time together a lot more lately, not that they didn't spend time together before. At each other's presence, their smiles would grow wider. Could it be possible that…

Naw, it can't be, he thought. He must be thinking too many possibilities.

Besides, if something were going on between them, he would have to let go of that one thing he had been wanting for a long time.

And Dallas Winston always gets what he wants.

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A/N: NO NO NO! This is not going to be a DallasJohnny fic. So, if it isn't Johnny that he wants, what is it that Dally has to let go of if they were actually in love? Surprise, surprise! Stay tuned for the sequel to find out.