Johnny's POV:

Dally has been new around here for several weeks now. I get these strange feelings I never felt before when he looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes. One time, I walked in and saw him shirtless. I looked away and blushed. Ugh. What's wrong with me? The first wet dream I ever had, he had been the subject. It wasn't really a dream. More like a nightmare. 

I was thinking this as I stared up at the endless sky from the vacant lot. Surely I can't be gay. Maybe this is just the result of my sister treating me like her own personal mannequin and talked about her boyfriends and crushes when I was little, but could that have caused me to like guys? No. It's weird. 

Pony came and sat next to me. "Hey Jounnycakes." 

"Hey."

"What's new, Stu?" He said.

"That was horrible." I say with a good hearted chuckLe.

"Yeah. I know." 

I looked at him. "Pone, I can ask you anything, right?"

Pony furrowed his eyebrow. "Of course."

"No judging?"

"I'd never judge you! What's bothering you?" 

"Is it okay to want to have sex with another dude?"

I waited for a look of disgust to crawl across the younger boy's face. But the look that crossed his face instead was intrigue. He scanned me with curious eyes and looked back at my face, his expression requesting more information.

I continued. "A while ago, I had my first wet dream. And it was a guy." I bit my lip, on the verge of crying. 

"Who?" 

I looked away, blushing and hyperventilating. I couldn't tell him. If I did, Pony would surely tell Soda, and Soda would tell Steve, and Steve would tell Two-bit, and it would either get out along the way or Two-bit would spout the information when he's drunk.  "Um... Jus- just a guy. Not important who." I squeak. 

"Okay.... You just tell me when you're ready." Pony said. "And I personally say it's fine. You're my best bud no matter what. I gotta go home. You wanna come?"

"Nah. I'm fine out here." I said. 

Is there something wrong with me?