Love Too True

My journal is none of his business. He doesn't like it when I go through his things. So what gives him any right to do the same? Pony was sitting on the couch in the living room. He knew that Soda'd probably come down after him. Still, he didn't want to really talk. True, it wasn't too big a problem, but it's still rude.

Ah, right on time, Pony thought as he hear thundering footsteps coming down the old staircase. Pony just faced the window and looked out at the darkness outside. He felt Soda sit beside him. Still facing the window, he prepared himself for what Soda might say.

"Ah, Pony. I didn't mean t' make ya upset. But you know how I can when I drink a lot."

"Yeh, I do..."

"Oh, Pon. Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." Pony looked at his brother this time. He felt a smile tug at his face. Damn those eyes of his.

"It's alright Soda. No harm done. I just didn't want to show it to you until I finished it."

"Hmm. You wanna go outside? Git some fresh air?"

"Sure."

The two got up and walked out the door. There was no porch light installed so the night was a pure blackness. Not that it mattered; they could see just fine. No breeze blew so it was a warm/ cool mix. Pony sat on the porch step, with Soda kneeling behind him. Rough hands touched Pony's slender shoulders in a massage.

"Soda..." Pony leaned into the massage.

"It's been long since I gave you a massage, huh?"

"Seems like it."

"I really am sorry for trying to read your journal." Pony turned towards Soda.

"Hey. It's no big deal. But I wanted you to read it when I finished it. I was writing about how we were turned and stuff like that."

"Ah Pony. You're too soft on me."

"Not all the time. But you sure seem to sober up whenever you upset me. Maybe I should get upset more often."

"Don't even think about it."

Soda turned back to the massage. It looks like we'll be staying here for awhile. Well, no big lose. Besides it's not bad. Not bad at all, Pony thought. The night went silent, the brothers barely talking at all. Then the silence was broken.

"Hey Soda?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"How long are we gonna be here? Y'know, alive I mean?"

"I dunno, little one. But does it matter?" Pony shook his head. "Then don't worry about it. Look at it this way: we can do anything we want...till the end of time."

Story End.

The Emcee: Well, this concludes the story. Thanks to those who took their time to read my story, even though it's not the best. Hope you liked it.