Alright, I'm gonna try something that tons of people have tried before, but I hope to get it right. I haven't written in a while, so bear with me. This whole story will most likely be in 3rd person, btw.

Chapter 1

Sighing, the dark haired boy looked at his younger friend, who was sleeping. Johnny saw how Ponyboy had a content look on his face even in his dreams; he admired the younger boy's high spirits, even when things were at their worst.

Like right now, for instance.

Looking back on the past three days made Johnny shiver. He hated the feel of his knife slicing through flesh- even if it was a soc. Johnny would never hurt a fly, let alone a human being.

But there was nothing he could do now, nothing but wait. Dallas had told them to stay put in this old abandoned church, but how long would it take for the fuzz to stop looking for them? There was no way to know. Johnny just hoped that Dally knew what he was doing.

What was he thinking? Of course he knew what he was doing. He was Dallas Winston, after all.

Ponyboy mumbled in his sleep, breaking Johnny away from his thoughts. He opened his eyes, a confused look on his face.

"Johnny, whatcha lookin' at?" he asked.

Johnny's face burned with embarassment as he tore his eyes away from the younger boy. He must have been staring at him without realizing.

"S-sorry man, I was just thinkin'."

"Bout what?" Pony asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"How long we'll have to wait here. It'll get mighty lonely, just the two of us, up in this ol' church," he replied.

Ponyboy placed a hand on Johnny's leg to comfort him. "We'll be outta here before ya know it, Johnnycake. Don't you worry," he said assuredly.

Johnny looked down at Pony's hand on his leg. He was suddenly aware of how close the two were to eachother, and how Ponyboy's hand rested just above his kneecap. Johnny then noticed how Ponyboy was better looking than most boys he knew- his soft, boyish features were actually quite handsome. It was then he realized the strange feeling he was having- he felt butterflies in his stomach...butterflies? Why would his best friend give him butterflies?

The older boy quickly stood, stepping back.

"Johnny?" Pony said innocently.

"I, uh, I gotta get some fresh air, man. I'll be right back."

Johnny quickly walked outside, taking in the crisp air. The sun was setting, turning the sky a deep pink, with orange outlining its beauty. Johnny walked to the closest tree, and sat down under it.

What the hell? he thought. Not only was he confused, he was also disgusted. He'd never had these feelings for anyone before, but he knew exactly what he felt back there. Even though they only lasted a second, they were feelings that he shouldn't ever have for Pony. Or any boy, for that matter.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on the tree. The bark pressed against his back uncomfortably, but he didn't care.

He took a few deep breaths and waited a few moments. This was totally unlike him, and he hated it. He stood, and slowly made his way back to the church.

Locking his jaw, Johnny assured himself these feelings would never happen again.

Not if he could help it.

I started this out kind of short, because I don't wanna write too much and have nobody like it...so, if you like it, review!

JCG