Feelings

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Pony Boy

The feeling in the room was odd, for a lack of a better term. Every second I could feel a pair of eyes searching me. It was as if they took turns watching me.

Around lunch time, I went in the fridge to grab one of the few last slices of pizza we had left. I closed the fridge only to bump into someone.

"Sorry," I said as I turned around to see who I knocked into. It was Johnny. There was something different about him. "Johnny, it looks like you've grown an inch. You're taller than me now." That wasn't a complete lie. Maybe I was just exaggerating how much taller than me he was. It was more like a centimeter taller, but none the less, he was taller than me.

At my words, he blushed and smiled greatly. I felt happy too, because his smile was something that was just mine. He would only give me that wonderful smile. "You're just trying to flatter me."

"No, he's not. It's true. You are taller than him," Darry said, coming in the kitchen to grab a drink. Johnny turned a more visible crimson.

I noticed the scar the formed on his shoulder after his last beat-down from his dad. "How's your scars?"

"They hurt a little at times, but other than that, they're fine," Johnny said still cheerful.

But I didn't like the fact that it even hurt him a little. Nothing should hurt him, not even some damn scars.

"I'll rub them later. It'll stop them from hurting so much and it will heal faster."

"Ok." With that said, Johnny left the kitchen after getting a drink and I was left alone, heating up my pizza.

"Hey, Pony!" Two-Bit shouted from the couch. He eyes never left the screen of the TV. When Mickey Mouse was on, no one could take his eyes off the screen unless you planned of getting punched or tickled to death.

"Yeah?"

"When you come in here, can you give me a beer?"

"Sur-"

Steve cut me off by saying, "No, Two-Bit. Get up and get it your damn self."

His words surprised me just as much as everyone else. Usually Steve would ask me to do something and I would have to yell at him to get it himself, but that's why I hate Steve. He annoys me just as much as I annoy him. I have never heard Steve stick up for me. Never.

"Steve, it's fine. I'll get it. Besides, when do you ever defend me?"

"Since now. Two-Bit get your beer yourself." Steve gave him a death glare and Two-Bit returned it. They had a staring contest until Steve threw a pillow at Two-Bit and made him break his stare.

"Goddamn it, Randle." Two-Bit strolled into the kitchen and murmured colorful curses under his breath. I laughed at the things he called Steve. He took a beer out of the fridge and said "You wouldn't have minded getting me a beer, right?"

"Yeah."

Two-Bit grinned. "You know," he said to me, "you've been acting strange all day. Would a trip to the Tickle Doctor cheer you up?"

"Don't you -" I never got the words out before I was on the floor laughing my ass off. Two-Bit knew all of my ticklish spots and he used it against me. Two-Bit straddled me as he tickled my sides. I tried to get his hands off of me, but he was too strong.

"Don't try to fight it. I know you like this," Two-Bit said as he used one hand to pull my hands above me head and used the other ones to tickle me.

The was something familiar about this situation. This position. The words.

No, Two-Bit was a friend he would never hurt me. I need to stop thinking this way. But I couldn't. This was too familiar and I didn't like it. My body was reacting the same way too. It hardened even though Two-Bit wasn't touching me sexually.

"Two-Bit, stop. Please stop." I had stopped laughing and I looked away from Two-Bit. I don't know why but I was afraid that if I looked up, I would see green eyes.

Something in my voice must have made everyone freeze. Even Two-Bit.

He got off me and I scooted as far away as I can. Why is it haunting me now? Why does everything remind me of my dream from last night? Tears same down with just the thought of what happened in those two months.

"Pony, I'm -" I never got to hear the last of his apology before I brushed past everyone and to my room. I hated myself for acting like that. All guys weren't like those Socs. Not everyone wants to hurt me. . .

. . .But why does my heart and mind tell me otherwise?

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