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Sam Shepard is the bastard son of Curly Shepard. Her lives with his uncle Tim, because when his father heard of his mother's pregnancy, he ran off. His mother died after giving birth to him.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders! The great S. E. Hinton owns the Outsiders!

Sam Shepard sat outside of the high school, smoking a cigarette and thinking. He was thinking about Ford Curtis, and how he recently came out of the closet. After hearing about Ford coming out of the closet, Sam decided that he was done hiding too and he planned on asking Ford out on a date.

After smoking his cigarette, Sam walked into the school. He went on with the day, not really caring about what the teachers were saying. When would he need to know anything about Romeo and Juliet in the real world anyways? It seemed as if the day dragged on forever. When the bell finally did ring, Sam was the first one out of the class room. He was on his way to Ford's locker.

He was confident that Ford would agree to the date, but as Sam rounded the corner, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. Ford Curtis stood at his locker, talking to James Walker. James was a world class jackass, and he hated gays. Was he threating Ford? Oh that little bastard! Sam made his way over to the two. As he got closer, he saw that Ford's face was lit up with a smile. What the hell, people don't smile when they're being threatened.

"So, I'll pick you up at seven?" James asked, showing off his perfect teeth. Sam just wanted to punch him in the face. Let's see how perfect those teeth were after Sam was done with him. Yes, James Walker was not one of Sam Shepard's favorite people.

"Yeah, that'll be great." James left after that, leaving Ford smiling. Sam walked over to the baseball playing blonde.

"Hey, Curtis," Sam greeted, trying to act cool as he leaned up against the locker.

"Hey Sam, what's up?" Ford asked as he got his books out of his locker.

"Nothin'. So…what'd Walker want?" Sam asked, trying not to sound jealous.

"He…he asked me out on a date." Ford admitted, his face neutral, but his brown eyes seemed to be dancing. Sam felt like punching something, and that something happened to be James's face. This was a trick, couldn't the idiot see that? Walker hated "homos!"

"Curtis, you do know that Walker is homophobic, right? I don't think you should go on this date." Ford raised an eyebrow.

"He told me his was bi. And I don't see why it's any of your business, dude. Why would you even care?" Ford asked him, a look of pure confusion on his face. Sam wanted to tell Ford that he was really gay, that all those rumors about him sleeping with girls were lies…But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I…I don't, I'm just trying to warn you that he's up to no good." Sam turned around and left Ford standing there, confused.

Later that night, Ford Curtis sat in James's car, nervously wondering where they'd go for their date. It wasn't long before they pulled into an ally. Ford was really confused now, why the hell were they in an ally.

"Come on, let's go." James said, getting out of the car. Ford took a deep breath, he wasn't feeling so good all of the sudden. Slowly, the blonde got out of the car.

"James, what the hell-," He didn't get to finish his statement, because he was punched in the gut. His eyes began to water and he felt like throwing up. Ford looked up through watery eyes to see James and his buddies standing there, sneers on their faces.

"You-you bastards," Ford managed to get out. James grabbed ahold of his hair and pulled Ford up to look him in the face.

"You're about to get what you deserve, Faggot!" James hissed before he spit in Ford's face. The guys began to beat on him after that. He tried to fight back, but there were five of them and only one of him.

I'm going to die, Ford thought to himself at one point, the pain was that bad. He sort of remembered a guy coming into the ally, but after that, everything went black.

When Ford woke up, he found himself in a hospital room. Why was he in the hospital? It didn't take him long to remember the beating.

"He's awake! Sodapop, he's awake." Ford turned his head to see his mother waking up his father, who was asleep on a very uncomfortable looking chair. His mother ran over to him and kissed his cheeks, muttering words in Russian that Ford didn't understand.

"Mom, who brought me to the hospital," Ford managed to ask after his family fussed over him.

"Sam, Sam Shepard. Bless his heart; he was out for a walk when he heard your screams. If he hadn't found you…" Anne didn't finish her sentence, tears were in her eyes. Soda pulled his wife into a hug. It didn't take much to put the puzzle together. He could have died if Sam hadn't saved him. Why did Sam save him? Why would Sam care if he was beaten to death? Why did he try to warn me about James? Why didn't I listen? Ford asked himself.

The next day, after the gang came to visit Ford, Sam came over. Ford was a little surprised to see him.

"Hey," Sam said as he took a seat near Ford bed.

"Hey," Ford greeted. An awkward silence grew around them.

"Why did you save me?" Ford finally asked. Their gazes met, Ford felt his stomach do summersaults.

"Because I…I'm gay too," Ford stared at him in shock. "And because….I might…sort of like you?" Ford couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sam, Sam Shepard, was gay. And he liked him, Ford Curtis! Was the world ending?

"Really," Ford asked. Sam smiled a little.

"Yeah." He grabbed Ford's hand. "Ford, I should have done this a yesterday, but I didn't have the guts to. Will you go out with me?" Ford had to laugh at the look on Sam's face.

"Yeah, it's cool with me." Ford agreed after he calmed down. Sam smiled and leaned over. He kissed Ford's lips. It was short and sweet, but Ford felt fireworks. Yeah, it sounded cheesy, but it was true.

"How about two weeks from now, because you still have to heal and stuff," Sam explained. Ford smiled.

"Can't wait." He truly couldn't.