AN: I see I didn't get that much reviews last time I posted the prologue, but that was my fault. I just started the story without any exclamation. Please forgive me. Anyway, this story kept racing through my mind, and I just thought, "Hey, why not share it to the world?" So, that's what I'm doing. And here it is...

Warning: This story contains slash, incest, yaoi, lots of lemons. . . stuff like that. If you don't like it, THEN DON'T READ IT!

Mini Addition: There are NO Greasers and Socs in this story. Just regular ol' people.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Outsiders characters. I just play with them for fun. But I do own the school!

© No copyright intended.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

~Dark Territory~

"My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive."
~Rodney Dangerfield

- Chapter 1. Possessions -

September 16, 1965
Evenson's Home - Pony's Room

7:01 am

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I just ignored the annoying alarm clock and rolled on my other side, getting my legs more tangled under the heavy sheets. Even with my eyes closed I could still see the sun coming inside from the east side of my room, coating my walls and slipping in between my eye lids. I grabbed a fistful of covers before covering my whole face, making a cocoon of myself. I tried to get more rest, but that's when the birds decided to come out and started to sing. Then the sounds were coming from all around; My alarm clock that's been going off for the last thirty seconds, and the chirping of the birds. Both sounds jumbled together, creating some sort of beat.

Beep. Tweet Tweet. Beep. Tweet Tweet. Beep. Tweet Tweet.

I hate the fucking morning. I get it from my father, who's now six feet under ground.

I groaned before untangling myself, almost falling off the edge of the bed. Once I got up, I stretched and rubbed the crust out of my eyes, before heading off to the bathroom.

My new bathroom. In my new house. In a new State.

I didn't want to move. I miss home.

As soon as I took a step out of my new room, several senses hit my nose. Bacon, eggs (scrambled), and waffles. I love how my mom makes heart shaped waffles, and puts strawberries on them.

Hey, who wouldn't love heart shaped waffles made by their mother?

My mouth began to water and it took all my strength to not just run straight down stairs. I closed the bathroom door and stripped my boxers and blue shirt. Then I looked at myself in the mirror.

There were light bags under my eyes from staying up too late, and my copper hair was all over the place from twisting and turning all night. My skin was pale; no hint of color in it. I moaned in annoyance before twisting the knobs and stepping into the tub. I felt the muscles under my skin relax and un-tense as the hot water hit my back. I grabbed the shampoo and squirted some of the gooey liquid in my hand, before bringing it up to my soaked hair.

I really don't see the point of looking at myself in the mirror everyday, it's not like any girls are knocking at my door. But I wouldn't be interested in them anyway.

Yeah, you heard right. I'm in to guys.

Gay. Homo. Fag. Queer. Whatever the name is.

I never knew I was gay, until a year and a half ago. My best friend from my hometown, Curly, told me. Well, actually, he showed me.

I still look at girls. Sheesh, I'm not that gay.

It's not my fault; everybody can't come out and automatically be straight. I mean, even before I found out that I was gay I was still staring at boys. I just didn't want to admit my homosexuality to myself, because I was a coward.

But Curly changed everything, and told me that I didn't have to be afraid. And I love him for that. But in a best friend way.

I still haven't found that special someone yet. I knew he was out there somewhere. Heck, maybe he was at my new school.

Nah.

After fifteen minutes of taking a nice, hot shower, I got out, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. Then I turned the water off, and then turned on the sink water to brush my teeth. When I was done, I looked at my reflection again. I looked way better than I was a while ago. Once I got to my room I shut the door behind me, and then I unwrapped my towel and let it fall to the floor.

I was always unsure of my body, if I had all of right...stuff in the right place. I was sill unsure.

I had long, skinny arms and legs, but I still wasn't tall enough to fit in with the teens that are two to three ages older than me. I had a flat, soft stomach. It was nothing special about. There were no muscles in it; Just soft, pink flesh. Below my navel, there was a trail of soft, auburn hair that lead all the way...down there.

You know...my cock.

I wondered if six and a half inches was good or not.

Sigh. Yes, I measured. What's the problem?

But I remember Curly telling me that I had a pretty nice sized cock.

"With a dick that long I'll let you fuck me," he told me. "I'll even let you keep your glasses and tie on while you're pounding into my ass."

I felt my ears heat up as I slipped on a pair of underwear, a pair of black jeans, a dark blue poplin button up, and my favorite tennis shoes. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you. I'm a Geek.

A Gay Geek. The one that wears the ties and glasses and reads every minute of the day because he has nothing better to do. Yup, that's me.

I fixed my black tie and grabbed my glasses and book bag before heading out of my room. I nearly ran downstairs, the smell of breakfast still lingering in the house.

The first thing I saw when I entered the kitchen was my mom's bright red hair, which trailed all the way down her back, stopping at her mid waist. My mother was beautiful. She had a loving mother smile, and her eyes always reminded me of big fat emerald jewels. Every time she'd get happy, they would sparkle with excitement and joy. And when she would get angry, her eyes were darken to a Cal Poly Pomona green, and behind them would hold a jungle cat, ready to spring.

At those times, I would call her Jungle Cat mom.

She found out about the nickname, and she just laughed when I told her why I call her that. "You get that wild imagination from your father."

But sometimes, her eyes would become watery, and then they would look like shiny, glistening emeralds. But that only happens when she thinks about dad. That week when he passed was a living hell for her. She would cry every single night when she thought that I was sleeping. A majority of the nights I came into her room and let her borrow my shoulder until she went to sleep. And some of the nights I would cry with her because I missed him too, and because I hated seeing my mom cry.

When we moved, she hung up all of our family pictures back up, including the paintings that my dad drew. Once in a while I would see her stop and stare at one of the pictures. But she wouldn't cry.

I dropped my bag to my side as I sat down in front of the wooden table. My mom came over to the table and sat the glass plate down, that was filled up with turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and my favorite, heart shaped waffles witch were covered with fresh strawberries. Yum.

My mom placed a kiss on my cheek. "Good morning, Ponyboy." She walked to the sink and started the dishes.

"Morning," I mumbled back.

She noticed the tone in my voice. She noticed that I was nervous for my first day of my new school. With her back facing me, she still spoke. "It'll be okay, baby. I know you're nervous. Just relax." The calmness and soothing sound of her voice made my body cool down. Her voice could make you feel like that; Relaxed.

The water continued to run as she started to wash the sink. Her blue skirt swished to the side and the white blouse that was tucked in got puffier as the wind from the kitchen window came in. When she spoke again, I could hear the smile in her voice. "Who knows? When you walk in there a girl might help you with your schedu-" I was already covering my ears and walking to the door, leaving my un finished breakfast at the table. I felt kinda bad, because my mother doesn't know about my liking to the same gender.

Sometimes I really wanna tell her, I just don't know how to tell her. It kills me not telling my mom. We can tell each other everything, but telling her that I'm gay is way different.

My mom broke my thoughts by peeking her head out of the kitchen. "Are you sure you don't want me to ride you to school?"

I sighed. "Yes, mom. I'll be fine." My mother never understood why I always liked to walk to school.

After kissing my mother goodbye, I stopped in front of the living room mirror. I took my glasses out of my pocket and put them on. I scowled at my nerdy reflection before heading out the door, as the beautiful Autumn colors came into view.

~.~.~

September 16, 1965
Starbucks

7:47 am

I didn't walk straight to school. I stopped by Starbucks instead.

When I walked inside, there weren't that many people; Just a couple that looked like they were in their early forties, who were sitting in the corner, and a girl who looked about a year older than me with long black hair and pretty hazel eyes. She was holding a blue notebook that was pressed against her chest by her arms. She was just walking out of the cafe when she looked at me. I quickly looked the other way and blushed a deep scarlet.

When I walked up to the counter, I only saw a young man who looked about sixteen years old. He was sitting on a wooden chair, reading a magazine.

I searched through the menu at the top, even though I know what I wanted.

Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino: Strawberries and milk blended with ice and topped with a swirl of whipped cream.

Orange Mango Smoothie: A nourishing blend of natural orange mango juice, a whole banana, milk, whey protein and fiber powder, and ice.

Caramel Frappuccino Light: Coffee blended with caramel sauce, milk and ice - and fewer calories.

My favorite beverage was the Hot Chocolate.

Hot Chocolate: Steaming milk with vanilla and mocha-flavored syrups. Topped with sweetened whipped cream and chocolate-flavored drizzle.

"One Hot Chocolate, please," I told the cashier. Even though it was only September, I still couldn't bring down the offer of a nice Hot Chocolate. The Cashier, 'Sandy' - like it said on his name tag - looked like he wished he rather be anywhere else but here, as he read what looked like a playboy magazine. He didn't notice my presence.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, trying to catch his attention. His head snapped up in surprise, and my green eyes soon met his china blue ones. He was a real looker; Dirty blonde hair that was messed up like he just got out of bed, beautifully tanned skin, and even though he was behind the counter, I could tell he had a really nice build. And he was really rockin' that black shirt and green apron. He probably had girls flocking around him twenty four-seven.

But, there was something about him that told me to stay away from him.

Then, it was so lightning fast that anybody else wouldn't have been able to see it. His eyes darkened, as he took in my face, then his eyes traveled every inch down my body. I felt naked under his watch, and my face was burning. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I swayed a little under my feet. When I did so, his eyes snapped back to my flushed and heated face.

With his eyes still on mine, he closed and rolled up the magazine, then stuffed it in his back pocket. Sandy propped his elbows against the black wooden counter and leaned in close enough so that I could smell his breath. The smell of watermelons washed over my senses. He licked his pink lips as a strand of blond hair came down in front of his face. His voice was low and husky, like he was telling me a secret. "Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get ya, gorgeous?"

I looked everywhere else except his face, as I tried to remember to use my voice. He looked amused by my muted state. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

I tried to say no, but when he took his long finger and slowly dragged it down my jaw to my chin, I jumped, and instead it came out as a squeak. He chuckled before backing up slightly, but not enough that he was still in my bubble. I cleared my throat once again before speaking. "Um, can I have a H-hot Chocolate, p-please?" I stuttered a bit, and that just found Sandy more amused.

He smiled, showing off a perfect set of pearly white teeth. "Coming right up." He turned around and walked to the beverage maker, making sure to sway his hips along the way. I felt myself sweating more than usual, so I tried to hurry up and take my glasses off to clean my face with the back of my hand.

It was too late; Sandy was already in front of me, with a foam cup in his left hand, that was letting out some steam out at the top. I stood dumb founded, with my glasses off still in my hand.

I never really liked it when people saw me with my glasses off. It made me feel so vulnerable and exposed.

But this didn't faze Sandy at all. All he did was lick his pink lips. "Fuck...and I thought you were sexy with the glasses on." Sandy put the cup on the counter as I scurried to put my glasses back on. "Your total is $3.78." I took the five dollar bill out of my front pocket and held it out in my shaking hand. Instead of taking the money, he grabbed my whole hand in his, making sure to squeeze it gently. Then, he took his other hand to take my money out of my sweaty palm, and then put it into the cash register.

Never letting go of his gaze, he slowly bought up my hand up to his mouth. A sharp, but shuddering breath escaped my lips as he took his hot tongue, and sucked on my index finger. I felt every inch of his mouth, and it felt good. It was so warm, and wet, and oh... I liked the way his tongue was rolling and flicking and sucking on my finger. I wondered what it would feel like if it was my mouth instead of my finger.

I was watching his face the whole time he was devouring my index finger. His eyes were closed, and now both of his hands were holding mine for dear life.

Finally, I felt his tongue sweep against my wet finger, before kissing the tip and letting go. When he opened his eyes, I gasped at what I saw.

His eyes were darkened with lust. They reminded me of big, fat sapphires. They way he was staring at me was so intense and direct, that I felt like the most important person in the world to him.

My face was probably redder than french red wine. He gave me a wink before letting my hand go. I stumbled back a little when he let go, but I caught my balance.

Can I be anymore embarrassing in front of a hot guy?

He chuckled before handing me my cup of Hot Chocolate. " I put in extra whip cream. I hope you didn't mind."

Oh hell no I don't mind.

"See ya around, Gorgeous," he said before I turned around and headed for the door. I could feel him burning a hole in my back...

And my ass.

~.~.~

September 16, 1965
Skylar High - Parking Lot

8:10 am

I was right.

Everybody was taller than me. Even the cheerleaders who were on the side of the school doing flips and jumps in their little blue and white mini skirts.

The parking lot was nearly full. Everywhere I looked there was either a teen, or another fancy looking car that was either a Mustang or a Plymouth. I couldn't wait to get my own set of wheels. But, there was some good news into this.

Guys. Hot guys.

That were straight.

Okay, maybe I couldn't go out with any of them, but I could eye ball. Fine, call me a stalker.

There were blondes, dark brunettes, black and brown haired...it was endless. I sighed into the cool, Fall air and continued walking across the huge parking lot.

Once I got to the wide, concrete steps, the first thing that I saw was a couple at the top in a deep make out session. All I saw was teeth nipping and biting at at lips, and tongues going in and out. I mean, which guy wouldn't make out with that girl? She was practically naked. Her dark tank top, which showed the top of her perfect breasts, clung to her like a second skin. And her black skirt barely stopped at the top of her knees.

The halls were so fucking crowded, I couldn't even see where I was going. Everything was too blurry, and too fast.

The next thing I know, I was almost pushed onto the hard tile floor by two boys play fighting, but I was caught by the waist, and all of my books were sprawled onto the floor. My eyes were closed the whole time, so when I opened the them, the scene in in front of me almost made me scream.

In front of me was a mildly attractive teen, who looked about sixteen or seventeen. His whole frame just oozed sex. He was six-feet-two, and broad-shouldered and very muscular. You could see them popping out of his tight, black V-neck and black leather jacket. He has dark brown hair that kicks out in front and a slight cowlick in the back. He had a jaw that could cut glass, a narrow nose, and full pink, lips that I would like to kiss. His dark jeans hugged his delectable ass.

I'd give anything to squeeze it...

His eyes were like two pieces of pale blue-green ice, but I've bet from anybody else's view, they were a blazing red.

His whole frame also oozed anger. But it wasn't pointed at me, it was pointed at the guy who knocked me off my feet.

He had the guy slammed against a locker, and he was holding him by the throat...using only one hand.

His jaw was tensed, and his teeth was clench, looking ready to snap at any given moment. If looks could kill, that guy would've been dead seconds ago.

Now, there was a huge crowd gathering around the scene.

At that precise moment, my mother's voice rang in my ears.

"If you see a fight about to break out, get outta there as quick as possible..."

And that was what I was about to do. But as soon as I moved, strong arms kept me down by my arms. I didn't even notice that the person was still holding me. But why wouldn't they let me go?

Right when I was about to start freaking out, I was pushed into a firm, hard chest, and soft lips came to my ear. His voice sounded like it was dipped into sweet honey.

"Calm down, Kitty Kat. No one's gonna hurt you." And then he bought my his fingers up to some part of my neck, and gently pinched it, making my vision blurry.

The last thing I heard before I passed out was the sound of a hard punch in the face, and the crowd roaring in satisfaction.

~.~.~

AN: Damn! Who do you think was behind Ponyboy?

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Question for Readers: I know it's the 1960's and all, but clearly, I don't care. Should I make them have electronics (cell phones, iPods, etc.)? I think it would make the story better, but I won't do anything that my reviewers don't want me to do, so that's why I'm asking you guys.

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