I followed Steve into my room, nervous of what he wanted to talk about. Steve would always go out of his way to ignore me, so I was beyond confused at what he wanted. I was almost scared. 

Steve sat down on my bed. I just stared at him. 

"Well? Aren't you gonna sit down?" he asked. I just blinked at him. He raised his eyebrows.

I walked over to my bed, and sat down next to him. I was careful not to get too close, just in case he was going to try and jump me or something. 

"What do you want, Steve?" I asked, slightly shaking. I saw him take a deep breathe. 

"Well, I met you're new friend Johnny," he began. I felt my stomach drop. 

He was going to try and take him away from me, wasn't he?

There goes your only real friend outside of the gang, I thought to myself. 

"What about him?" I replied. I tried my best not to sound annoyed or angry. I didn't want to make the situation worse than it already was.

"He's really nice and pretty cute," he stated. I felt my hands ball into fists. 

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm friends with him," I growled. Steve backed up a bit. 

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly. I rolled my eyes. 

"I'm fine! Can you just get to the point and stop stalling? I have things to do!" I shouted. I saw Steve gulp. This was probably the only time I saw him threatened by me. 

"Alright, alright. Well, how do you feel about Johnny? What do you think about him?" he asked. I was surprised by the question. 

"Well, he's a great guy, and I like him a lot," I replied, a bit nervously. What was he trying to do?

"How much do you like him?" he questioned. I gulped. 

I decided that it would be better to leave out the fact that I always stared at him when he had no shirt on, or the fact that we would kiss each other's cheeks. 

"He's my best friend, so I obviously like him a lot," I stated. Steve chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"That's not what I meant, Pony," he said. I gave him a confused look. 

"Well, then what do you mean?" I replied. Steve clapped his hands together. 

"I mean, do you have feelings for Johnny?" he asked. My jaw dropped. 

"Like- like gay feelings?" I stuttered. Steve nodded. 

"Yeah, I mean gay feelings. You like him, don't you?" he asked. I felt like I had stopped breathing. 

I hadn't considered what Steve suggested before. I began to think about what he was saying. 

I did think Johnny was attractive. Hell, I thought that he was beautiful. His hair always looked so soft, and his lips always looked soft and kissable. I got jealous when he wasn't looking at me, and I wanted to hold his hand. 

Plus, when he kissed my cheek, I went bright red. It wasn't a coincidence, was it?

"Y- yeah. I think I do," I replied, whispering. I heard Steve exhale. 

"Yes! I knew it! " he exclaimed. I widened my eyes. 

"How'd you know?" I asked. Steve grinned. 

"I was testing you in the car. After I put my hand on Johnny's knee, you got really mad and stormed out of the car. I just assumed that you wanted him," he stated, winking. I let my jaw drop. 

"You didn't tell him, did you?" I shouted. Steve wiggled his eyebrows, but then burst out laughing. 

"No, god no! I wouldn't tell him something like that," he stated. I sighed in relief. 

"Well, good. Did he say anything about me?" I questioned. 

"Maybe, maybe not. I can't tell you that information," he said with a wink. 

Steve got up and walked out of the room. 

I was left to contemplate my thoughts about Johnny myself. 

You really like him, don't you?, I thought to myself.