Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
… (Brief Recap) "Get the fuck off him." Wild Dog turned around to see both Curly and Tosh behind him. Curly, who has was red with rage, faced the hood looking determined… …and ready to fire the gun in his hand. (End Recap) (General POV) The room was absolutely silent. Upon seeing his friend standing in front of him Ponyboy's eyes widened in both fear and relief. He was relieved because obviously Curly was here to help, but was also afraid of the weapon he was holding. "Curly," Ponyboy whispered. "Did I fucking stutter?" Curly hissed aiming the gun at Wild Dog's head. Wild Dog raised an eyebrow at him looking half annoyed and half frustrated. "Look little Shepard this ain't what it looks like alright?" Wild Dog said trying to reason with the young hood. Curly just stayed silent staring at the hood unblinkingly. Tosh was still standing beside him wagging his tail anxiously. "Me and the little bitch over here were just having a little fun is all," Wild Dog told Curly smiling at him nastily. "Ain't that right little bitch," Wild Dog hissed tightening his hand on Ponyboy's neck, "he likes it like this." Ponyboy whimpered and struggled to move remove the hoods hand. A loud bang resonated through the house. There was now a hole in the wall where Curly had fired a shot next to Wild Dog's head. Both Ponyboy and Justin jumped at the sound. Justin, who had been observing this scene from the floor where he had previously been laying, smartly decided to stay silent and on the ground. No sense in him getting in this, even more than he already has anyway. Wild Dog froze and slowly turned back to Curly, his eyes blank. "I don't fire two warning shots," Curly growled threateningly, "either let him go or the next one is going in your head." Very slowly, Wild Dog released Ponyboy from his hold causing him to fall into the wall behind him. Eyeing Wild Dog carefully, Ponyboy moved from behind the hood doing his best not to draw any attention to himself. He moved so he was standing near Justin where he was sitting on the floor. Wild Dog stared at Curly with his pitch black eyes. They promised pain and suffering to all under this gaze. "Kid, I don't think you know how stupid that was," Wild Dog told him lowly. Curly raised an eyebrow at him, not a trace of fear on his face. "There are only two people that would shot a gun at me," Wild Dog said informatively, "stupid people and people that want to die." "Well I've never been known to be all that smart," Curly shrugged carelessly, "but then again I guess that same could be said to you." Wild Dog chuckled at that remark humorlessly. "You're really trying to push my buttons aren't you?" Wild Dog nodded smirking darkly, "doesn't take much to set me off kid." "So I've heard," Curly replied mockingly. "Just like I've heard about you," Wild Dog sneered, "always needing your big brother to bail you out of problems." Curly narrowed his eyes at him. "One day you're gonna find yourself all alone,' Wild Dog taunted, "and not having your big brother to fix your fuck ups." Ponyboy, who had been watching the two hood's exchange attentively, tensed as he saw Curly clench his gun tighter, a snarl on his face. The young greaser shrewdly moved a little closer to his friend, feeling that he was brave enough to intervene if necessary. Staring intently at Curly, Wild Dog reached down into his pants pocket, not even trying to be sly with his actions, gripping onto something. "Fuck ups like this one," Wild Dog grunted. Almost instantly, Curly moved his finger on the trigger of his gun getting ready to fire. Unfortunately, everyone could see Wild Dog doing the same thing with what was obviously a gun in his pocket. "Curly," Ponyboy cried impulsively moving so his body was in front of his friend. Curly's eye widened in shock as he saw Ponyboy move in front of his body clinging onto his chest. "Ponyboy…" "I'm home," Tim announced casually as he walked into the house slamming the door behind him. "What have y'all been…" Tim froze as took in the scene before him. His young brother holding a gun out in front of Wild Dog, said younger brother being held protectively by his crush, some kid he doesn't lying on the floor, and that stupid dog beside his brother. God dammit, Tim groaned to himself. He did not want to go through any drama today. "What the fuck is going on?" Tim snarled. Wild Dog shrugged and tucked his gun back into his pocket, moving his shirt over it. "Just fucking around," Wild Dog shrugged as if nothing just happened. "Really?" Tim shook his head unconvinced, "then what's with the heaters?" Curly, seeing that his brother brought attention to his weapon, quickly put it away stashing in his pocket. "Ask your little brother," Wild Dog gestured to the young greaser in question forcibly, "he's the one going crazy over a piece of ass." Tim looked from his brother to Ponyboy before rolling his eyes at the both of them. "He tends to do that," Tim replied dryly. Curly scowled and flipped his brother the bird. "Look if you two want to fight out your problems that's fine with me cause I really don't give fuck," Tim shrugged his eyes turning hard, "just don't do it in this fucking house. This place is already banged up enough without a rumble happening in it." "Fair enough," Wild Dog agreed gazing over at Curly. Curly returned the look fiercely. "But not today," Wild Dog smirked, "I'm a busy man with far too many things to do. I don't have time to play with the kiddies." Curly sneered at him hatefully. "Beside, guns aren't really my style anyway," Wild Dog shrugged. Ponyboy narrowed his eyes at the hood. What the hell did that mean? "It was about time I got out of here anyway," Wild Dog announced moving toward the door. Everyone except Tim and Curly, moved as far as possible out of his way. Roughly he bumped shoulders with Curly who was doing everything in his power not to turn around and deliver a swift punch in his face. "Don't worry little Shepard we'll settle this," Wild Dog promised eyeing Ponyboy intently, "I still have some questions I need answered." Ponyboy trembled under his gaze doing his best to look away from the dangerous hood. "In fact, I think I'll be keeping an eye out for you all," Wild Dog stated not taking his eyes off of Ponyboy for a second, "just for safe measure." Wild Dog let out one last smirk at Ponyboy's uncomfortable stance before he walked out of the house. For a minute or two, no one said anything before Tim walked over to his brother and smacked him across the head. "Hey dammit," Curly hissed rubbing his head. "Why do you have to be so stupid?" Tim snarled grabbing his shoulder and shaking it. "What the hell are you talking about?" Curly demanded. "Picking fights with people bigger and stronger than you," Tim barked, "that wasn't no school bully. That's a grown ass man that won't hesitate to kill you." Curly huffed and threw Tim's hand off of his shoulder. "Oh and we're not done though," Tim chuckled humorlessly, "not only did you pick a fight with him but you pulled a gun out on him." "But Tim, Curly didn't…" "Shut it Curtis," Tim snapped silencing Ponyboy as he tried to come to Curly's defense. "You always do this," Tim continued ranting, "you always start shit and then leave me to pick it up. You think I like taking up for you? Do you?" Curly wisely decided not to answer, instead he chose to stare back at his brother. "Look I told you before and I'm going to tell you again," Tim pointed at his brother forcefully, "you start something you're going to finish it. Don't call me when you got over your head again you hear me?" Ponyboy furrowed his brow at the eldest Shepard brother. Why would he say that? Tim always covers for his siblings no matter what happens to them. It's pretty much the only things Ponyboy knows about Tim Shepard, other than the fact that he is a rough and tough hood of course. "Yeah I hear you," Curly answered. "Good," Tim nodded looking over at Ponyboy, Justin, and Tosh. "Take your little kiddie friends upstairs or something," Tim mumbled moving to sit on the couch in the living room, "I'm tired of seeing them." Wordlessly, Curly ushered everyone upstairs falling in behind them up to his room with Tim watching them leave. Stupid kids, Tim said to himself not looking as angry as he sounded previously. Opening the door, Curly walked into his room and flopped down onto the bed, Tosh lying on the floor beside him. For a moment no one knew exactly what to say or do, Ponyboy and Justin just stood near the door stoically. Luckily, they had Justin there. "This room is messy," Justin blurted out eyeing every section of the room. There were papers and wrappers all over the floor, clothes spread out on the desk and drawers, and unusual messes on the walls. Curly snorted and threw an old dirty shirt at him. "The doors right behind you kid," Curly grumbled. "Really? I'm surprised how anyone could see it over this mess," Justin replied sticking his tongue at the hood. Ponyboy sighed and took a seat on Curly's desk chair. "I really wish you two wouldn't fight," Ponyboy pleaded, "especially at a time like this." At Ponyboy's words, Justin snapped himself out of the fight he was having with Curly to try and tend to Ponyboy. "Are you alright Ponyboy?" Justin walked over to said greaser to inspect him for injuries, "that guy roughed you up pretty badly." Though he didn't say anything, Curly silently asked the same question inspecting Ponyboy from affair. Even Tosh got up and started sniffing around Ponyboy's leg. Well I did just get molested by a man that I'm absolutely terrified of, Ponyboy thought to himself but he would dare say that aloud. He didn't want to upset either of his friends. "I'm fine you guys," Ponyboy told then in reassurance. Neither boys, nor puppy, looked that convinced, especially Curly who was all to use to Ponyboy's acts of silence. "Really," Ponyboy said with emphasis, "it's not like this is the first time something like that has happened to me." Ponyboy realized too late that that was the wrong thing to say. "What?" Justin demanded in shock. Even Curly stood up slightly narrowing his eyes at his friend. "T-That's not what I meant," Ponyboy held his hands out in front of himself chuckling nervously. "I just meant that I'm used to fighting and defending myself is all," Ponyboy nodded comfortingly. "You get in fights Ponyboy?" Justin asked blinking at his older friend obliviously. The young greaser looked like the type to hate fights, not join them. Ponyboy chuckled at Justin's naivety while Curly just rolled his eyes. "Well I am a greaser Justin," Ponyboy wiggled his eyebrows at his young friend. The door opened revealing Angela peaked her head in looking somewhat nervous. "Is the fight over now?" Angela asked looking around the corner as if something was going to get her. "No," Curly denied with an intimidating looking on his face, "it's still happening down stairs. Everyone's just taking a coffee break." "Hardy har har," Angela rolled her eyes at her brother. As her eyes caught sight of Ponyboy she threw a smirk at her brother. "So you finally got him in your room huh?" Angela asked suggestively looking pointedly in Ponyboy's direction. A hint of a blush developed onto Curly's face before he stood up to push his sister out of his room. "Get out," Curly ordered. "Fine, fine, I understand," Angela told him mockingly, "you need some extra time for preparation." Curly growled slamming the door in front of her cackling face. "Stupid bitch," Curly mumbled hoping with all his might that Ponyboy didn't get what she was blatantly hinting at. Thankfully, this is Ponyboy we're talking about. "Who was she talking about?" Ponyboy asked as he picked up Tosh and put the tired puppy in his lap, "Tosh? What would he need preparation for?" "It's getting late," Curly proclaimed trying to distinguish this conversation while it's just starting, "you guys need to get home." Ponyboy then looked outside and noticed that the sun had fully set outside and it was practically pitch black dark outside. "Oh wow," Ponyboy eye brows rose as he rocked Tosh up and down on his lap like a baby, "I didn't realize it was that late." "Maybe we should spend the night here," Ponyboy suggested excitedly. "What? No," Curly furrowed his brow at his friend wondering what was going through his mind right now. Curly's reaction was more for Ponyboy's brother than his own parents. He knew that the Curtis brothers would go on a bitch fit if they knew that Ponyboy spent the night here. Curly didn't feel like hearing that right now if they knew their precious little brother was over here. Curly's parents were a little different story however. His father works really late shifts at work and when he gets off he usually goes to a bar or something. There is absolutely no telling where Curly's mother even is right now. She just leaves in the mornings and doesn't come back until late at night. Honestly, it would be a surprise if they came home at all tonight. "Why not?" Ponyboy smiled at everyone around the room, "it's too dark for us to go outside, unless you want us to meet up with that crazy cutting hood." Curly snorted and pumped his chest out. "Like I'm afraid of some dumbass with a butter knife," Curly smirked smugly. "His specialty is cutting people's throats," Ponyboy said with emphasis. "That's it?" Curly grunted still looking pretty full of himself, "I could still take him out." Justin rolled his eyes at the hood while Ponyboy just laughed at him. Sometime later Ponyboy, Curly, and Justin were in Curly's room getting ready for bed. Ponyboy, knowing his brothers were probably stressing out about his whereabouts, had called them to reassure those two that he was fine and at Curly's house. They didn't seem too keen on him staying there, but with a psycho murderer on the loose they couldn't chance him coming home that late at night. Justin didn't even bother to call his parents to tell them where he was. He claimed that they won't be too worried about him. Tosh, of course, was safely in his dog house in the backyard. "There is no way Ponyboy is sleeping in your bed," Justin proclaimed glaring at Curly as he fixed his sleeping bag. Ponyboy had just recently gone to the bathroom to change his clothes for bed, his shy nature taking him over. "What makes you say that," Curly shot the young boy a grin as stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. "Don't play with me," Justin narrowed his eyes at him. Whatever smart response that Curly was going to say was put on hold as Ponyboy walked into the room. The young greaser had on a small muscle shirt that came up slightly above his stomach accompanied by a very small set of boxers that looked a little tight on him. Ponyboy was shuffling his feet back and forth looking very uncomfortable being this undressed with the two of them in the room. Curly thanking every god he could think of that his sleeping pants were as loose as they could possibly get, otherwise he would have a lot of explaining to do. "I'm ready," Ponyboy announced with a blush setting down his clothes neatly on the desk. "Yes you are," Curly mumbled eyeing him up and down lustfully. "Where's my sleeping bag?" Ponyboy asked only seeing one present on the floor. "We only have one," Curly answered, "your sleeping with me." Of course Curly was lying. They knew they had a least one more in the basement, but he wasn't about to tell anyone that. "No Pony sleep with me," Justin insisted pouting a little and pulling on his arm, "I get really cold at nights." Fortunately for Justin, due to fatigue, Ponyboy succumbed to his pouting and went to move into the sleeping bag with him. "Alright," Ponyboy yawn noticing the heated exchange between Curly and Justin behind his back. Damn brat, Curly growled to himself turning off the light and angrily throwing himself into his bed. Gently, Ponyboy spooned Justin so that the young boy was comfortably in his arms so now he was warm and snug. He learned this technique from it being used on him for so many years. Without any further complaints, Justin was quickly able to fall asleep in Ponyboy's arms. "You're not asleep are you," Curly asked after a while into the darkness, "I know you're not." "Thank you Curly," Ponyboy said lowly as to not wake Justin up, "I don't know what I would have done without you today." "It's not a big deal," Curly put out there, "anybody could have done it." "Yes it is a big deal," Ponyboy retorted passionately, "who knows what would have happened to me if it wasn't for you." "Nothing," Curly replied instantly, "I would never let anything bad happen to you." "…Really?" Ponyboy asked hesitantly. "You're the only thing I want to protect," Curly told him seriously, "I honestly don't care about anything other than you." A blush made it onto Ponyboy's face. No one's ever said anything like that to me before, Ponyboy thought to himself. No has ever defended him like that before either. Sure, his brothers were overprotective, but Ponyboy's always assumed that all big brothers were like that. Curly on the other hand, has no relation to him nor does he have to protect Ponyboy, he just does it on his own. "Don't sweat it babe," Curly reassured Ponyboy as his eyes slid closed, sleep taking him over. Babe? For some reason Ponyboy's blush increased a little more. This was a strange development seeing as this never happened before, it was very reminiscent to the feelings he had for Dally and Johnny. Ponyboy felt like something newWhile AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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