Darry's POV

I can't believe I let Dally talk me into kissing on the couch. I know better than that! He just wanted to celebrate. One year anniversaries don't come around all the time, and less often opportunities to show affection with our situation.

Steve is so angry with us. I get it, we're gay, and it's 1960, but love is always right, right? I love Dally, and he loves me.

We are driving around looking for Two-Bit and Pony. Soda was walking to work and we saw him less than 3 minuets after we left.

"They might be at the Nightly Double" Soda offers. I'm really wish he would shut up, I want to enjoy my last few moments being Dally's boyfriend. "Steve, what can possibly be so important that you need the entire gang?"

"I don't want to spoil the fun, but Darry might. Darry, want to tell Soda here why we need the entire gang?" Steve was driving me crazy. I would punch him in the face if he wasn't, well, driving. I would rather not die by a car crash.

I sucked it up and ignored him, tuning to look out the window of the truck. We were close to the Nightly Double. Poor Dally. I wonder how he's coping with this stress. He acts tough around the gang but really he is a little puppy on the inside.

Soda was right about them being at the Nightly Double. Two-Bit and Pony were walking inside as we pulled in.

Two-Bit and Ponyboy grew close when Johnny died. Kinda like me and Dally did I guess...

Flashback

"Dally, is Johnny..."

"Yea, he's gone Darry." Dally was crying so hard. Better to tell him now than later, so he is already upset when he hates me..

I pulled Dally close, hugged him, and-

Flashback Over

Steve ended my zoning out session by telling Soda, Dally, and I to stay in the truck while he got Two-Bit and Pony. A few moments later Two-Bit hopped in the trunk and Ponyboy slipped in the back with Soda and Dally. We took off, clearly on our way home so Steve can force

Dally and I to talk.

We arrived home and walked inside. I caught eyes with Dally. He looked sad, and his eyes were puffy. He's trying not to cry. That look made me want to carry Dally of somewhere else, somewhere nobody would judge us for loving each other.

I sat on the couch, Dally tried to sit next to me, bless him, but Steve sat between us. " Guys Darry and Dally need to tell us something."

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. Dally looked at me with pleading eyes. Please don't say anything Dally, I don't want you to cry. I hoped he could somehow read my thoughts. He didn't have to, though, as Steve didn't have much patience.

" I came in here looking for Soda and I found these two Fags-" He stressed the word . "- kissing on the couch."

I scanned everyone's faces. Dally was ashamed, staring into the floor like if he concentrated hard enough this would all go away.

Pony looked betrayed. I guess I would be, too, if one of my brothers kept a whole part of his life from me.

Soda looked confused and angry at the same time. We grew up Catholics. Pony was to young to remember but Soda does. I guess he definitely didn't forget that being gay is against god.

Then there was Two-Bit. He looked like he kind of expected this. I could see he was holding in his laughter.

I was most surprised by Soda when he stood up and yelled, "You guys are FAGGOTS for each other! I can't believe this!" He got up and left.

Ponyboy went into his room.

Steve taunted us, " Guess being fags wasn't the best choice, hu?" and followed Soda outside.

Two-Bit was kind. "I'm sorry for this guys. Love is love. Steve's just a jerk who gets off embarrassing others. And by the way you two are perfect for each other."

Two-Bit just became our best friend.