A/N: I hope you like this chapter; it has a bit of a twist. Just so you know, the information in the chapter was not just a slit decision. I thought long and hard about this. Anyways, I hope you like it. Please ignore the spelling/grammer mistakes, I try to fix them all, but I sometimes miss them.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders.

Ford Mustang Curtis had a good life. He was the star baseball player at his high school, \he had good looks, good grades, an awesome twin, and two parents who loved and supported him, along with a large loving family. He must have the most wonderful life, right? No, you're wrong, because Ford Mustang Curtis had a secret, a secret he wouldn't even admit to himself. Ford Curtis was gay. That's right, Sodapop's second son was gay, G-A-Y, gay. You see, this was Oklahoma in the 80s, which means that a lot of people still didn't take too kindly to gays. This is one of the reasons why Ford wouldn't admit it, even to himself. The other reason being his father, Ford was scared to death that his father would hate him for liking guys. His father was his hero; he didn't want to disappoint him.

The only person who had any idea about Ford's sexuality was his twin, Hersey, and the only reason why he knew was because he was his twin, they shared a room! Hersey often pestered Ford about it. You see, Hersey was very straight, but he had no problems with gays. He believed that you love who you love, it shouldn't matter what sex they are or what race. So that's why he often pestered his brother about admitting his sexual identity to himself and to their family.

One night, when the boys were sixteen, they sat in their room doing homework. Candy was away at college, while their Mom and Dad were on a date, leaving the twins home alone.

Ford was working on his Spanish homework, while Hersey worked on his math

"Ford," Hersey called over to his brother after finishing his work.

"Sí, querido hermano mío?" Ford answered in Spanish. (Yes, dear brother of mine?)

"Dude, speak English, mom does." Hersey told his brother with a laugh. Ford rolled his eyes, but a smile did make its way onto his handsome face. (their mother is from Russia, remember)

"Yes, Hersey," Ford asked, this time in English.

"Ford, you really need to admit it to yourself that you're gay. It's okay to be gay, little brother!" Ford groaned, not this again, and why did he always have to bring up the fact that he was four minutes older?

"For the last time, Hersey, I'm not gay," Ford told his brother, trying to keep his cool. This answer didn't seem to please his brother.

"Ford please, life would be so much better if you admit it to yourself." This comment made Ford snap. He whipped around to face his brother; his brown eyes hid a fire.

"Have you heard the stories about what they do to gays, Hersey? Do you know how much our family would hate me if I admitted to being gay? I don't want to be hated by my own family, Hersey; I just want to be normal. What would Dad think? He'd hated me and never call me his son again!" Hersey was grinning now, which really pissed his brother off. Why the hell would he be grinning?

"So you admit that you're gay," Hersey asked him. Ford glared at his brother.

"No, I'm. Not. Gay! So leave me the fuck alone before I bash your head in, Hersey Chocolate." This seemed to piss his brother off.

"Okay. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of fighting about this!" he pointed to Ford. "Until you admit to yourself and to our family that you're gay, I'm not talking to you." Ford tried to say something to his brother, but Hersey didn't answer. This went on for two weeks.

It had been two weeks since their argument, and the twins still weren't talking. This worried their parents, but it really took a toll on both the boys. Ford couldn't keep doing this; his brother was his best friend. Slowly, Ford began to admit to himself that he liked guys. He vowed to himself that on Sunday, when the whole Curtis family got together for dinner, he'd tell them then.

It was just the Curtis family for this dinner, which was really odd because normally the whole gang was there. Ford sat next to his brother, who wouldn't even look at him during dinner.

"Soda, would you hand me the mashed potatoes?" Darry asked his brother. Well, it's now or never, Ford told himself before he stood up.

"I'm gay," He called out loudly. The sound of breaking glass was the only thing heard. Darry had dropped the mashed potatoes at his nephew's confession. All eyes were on Ford, even Kenny's useless eyes were on him. Ponyboy was the first one to break the silence.

"I hope he means happy." Ponyboy muttered. Ford cleared his throat.

"No, Uncle Pony, I mean I'm homosexual." All eyes turned to Sodapop and Anne, who had been quiet through the whole thing. After a few seconds of silence, Sodapop stood up and left the room without a word. Ford's heart broke. His father hated him.

The car ride home had been very awkward. On the bright side, his brother/best friend was talking to him again, but his parents and sister hadn't said a single word. Once they got home, Candy hugged and kissed her family goodbye before she left to go back to school. The boys were about to go to their room when Anne called for her youngest. "Ford, would you come down here for a moment." Hersey and Ford shared a look before Ford went back to the living room of the Old Curtis place. He found his parents in the living room.

"Sit down, son," Sodapop told his youngest. Ford sat down, looking at his shoes. He just couldn't look his father in the eye right now; he couldn't stand to see the disgust that would be held in those brown eyes.

"Ford baby, look at us," Anne pleaded. Ford took a deep breath before he looked up from his shoes to look his parents in the eyes. He was shocked to find no disgust or hatred in his parents' eyes, just love and disappointment.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell us sooner?" Anne asked her son. Ford sighed.

"I didn't tell you because I couldn't even admit it to myself, Mom. Hersey is the one who pushed me into admitting it to myself and you guys. If he hadn't stopped talking to me, I'd still be in denial." Ford explained. He turned to look at his father. "I understand if you don't want me to be your son anymore, Dad." Sodapop looked at his son in surprise.

"Why would you think that?" Soda asked his son.

"Dad, your Sodapop Curtis, best looking ex greaser in town. Hell you still might be the best looking guy in Tulsa. It would ruin your reputation to have a gay son." Ford told him sadly. Soda walked over to his son and sat down to look him in the eyes.

"You listen to me, Ford Mustang Curtis. I don't care if you're gay or not, you'll always be my son. Am I surprised by the news? Hell yeah! Am I angry at you? No, because the day you were born, I promised you and myself that I would love you no matter what." He kissed his son's forehead, something he hadn't done since his boys were little. "You're my son, Ford, and nothing you do or say will ever chance that. I love you, son." Ford tried to hold back his tears, he really did, but they fell anyways. Soda and Anne pulled their youngest into a group hug.

Ford knew this was just one of the many hurdles that he would now have to face, but now that he knew that his family still loved and supported him, he knew it could get through it.

When the family pulled away, Soda look at his son and said, "I accept your sexuality, but I still don't want to see you making out with some guy on the couch." Ford busted out laughing at that, but he nodded and agreed not to make out on the couch.