Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) "Hey," Darry heard someone call out to him as he was walking over to go meet up with Danny. The eldest Curtis brother turned around to the oldest Shepard sibling walking over to him. "Oh, hey Shepard," Darry greeted casually. "Shepard?" Tim repeated with a smirk, "didn't know we were off first name basis Curtis. Warn me next time will you?" Darry rolled his eyes and shook Tim's hand firmly. While the two of them were not friends by any stretch of the word, they understood each other a lot better than other hoods in their neighborhood and developed a sort of mutual relationship from that. With both of them being gang leaders and big brothers, they were able to see through each others reasoning's and actions as they had similar ideals making them both opposites yet very similar at the same time. "How are your siblings doing Tim?" Darry asked putting emphasis on the hoods name. "As good as they can be," Tim shrugged, "Curly's actually starting to use his brain more often. I guess that's because of your younger brother." "Ponyboy," Darry nodded, "yeah, he has a habit of making people smarter, mostly because they're trying to look after him." "Does he still not know Curly has a thing for him?" Tim asked with a raised eyebrow. The two of them have been observing their kid brother's sort-but-not-really romance in the shadows for years. They never did anything to push the relationship further because they felt it was none of their business. "It's Ponyboy," Darry replied dryly, "did your brother try to confess yet?" "It's Curly," Tim replied in an equally dry voice, "he's too busy trying to put on act and be your brothers 'hero'. Both of them sighed simultaneously. Little brother, they groaned to themselves. "I got to go," Darry announced looked down at his watch. "You have a hot date?" Tim questioned in a somewhat teasing voice. "Maybe," Darry smirked. … "Ow Dare!" "Calm down Danny, it doesn't hurt that much." "Yes it does. You're being too rough." "It's not my fault your so fault tight." "I can't help it. It's been too long since you've done this for me." "Just relax." "Oh…oh yes Dare." "Feels good now?" "It feels great now. This is amazing." "Calm down you act as if we're having sex," Darry rolled his eyes at how dramatic Danny was being. Darry smoothly moved his hands up and down Danny's injured leg messaging it even softer than before. They were both sitting in Danny room with said man's leg propped up on a chair with Darry messaging all the kinks out of it as he was sitting across from Danny in a chair. "Shut up," Danny grumbled playfully with a smile, "it's been so long since I've had this done to me." "Oh really?" Darry raised an eyebrow at his friend, "You let other people message you like this?" "Why, jealous?" Danny smirked at Darry teasingly. "Seeing that it was you, I probably don't have anything to be jealous of," Darry replied with a grin. Danny gazed over at Darry giving him a weird look. "What's that supposed to mean?" Danny asked chuckled slightly. "Just the fact that you could never tell when someone is hitting on you," Darry answered teasingly, "as blatant as it could be." "What?" Danny gave his friend as scandalized look. "Yeah," Darry nodded smugly, "Remember when you agreed to mess around with me? That was the fifth time I asked you. I was wondering if you actually got it or not." "I can notice when someone's hitting on me," Danny blushed with a pout, "I just choose not to look for the signs of if someone is interested or not." "Sure you don't," Darry smirked patronizingly. Danny smacked Darry on the shoulder due to his embarrassment. "Shut up." Darry just chuckled in response and continued his ministrations on Danny's leg. Both men were drawn into a comfortable silence, neither really thinking about anything but just enjoying each other's company. "This is one hell of date isn't it," Danny said after a while. Darry lifted his head signaling for his friend to continue. "We met up at this great place to eat when my leg starts acting up on me. You practically had to carry me home and fix me up. And if that's not enough, you offered to message my leg after it was still hurting me." Danny slumped down in his chair feeling melancholy. "I'm sorry, I guess," Darry shrugged helplessly, "I didn't realize that my messaging skills were that bad." Danny let out a small chuckle. "Not the point Dare," Danny denied, "I just wanted to give us a good first date and I blew it. It's not fair." Darry leaned over and smacked Danny over the head. "Hey," Danny protested rubbing his head. "Why must you be so overdramatic?" Darry sighed sitting back down in his seat. "Look who's talking," Danny shot back with narrowed eyes. "It shouldn't matter where the date is," Darry replied ignoring Danny's response entirely, "just as long we spend time together. I mean I hear that's what's important when you're dating someone right?" "I guess," Danny answered after a while, "I just really wanted to impress you, get you to see something different in me than you see in other people." "Like what? If I didn't see something different in you that I didn't see in other people I wouldn't be interested in you in the first place," Darry answered bluntly. Danny shut himself up at that indisputable logic. Darry was never the type of guy that liked wasting his time on someone or something. "Just try and relax will you?" Darry asked making his hand movements a little smoother. "Fine," Danny sighed getting into the message even more, "I can't wait until I get this stupid cast off of me." "How long do you have to wait?" Darry questioned. "One more week," Danny smiled joyfully, "then I'll finally be free." Darry hm'd to himself in reply. Feeling all the knots gone in his friend's leg, Darry eased his hands off of Danny and lay back on his chair tiredly. As Darry moved his fingers further down his friends leg, a thought suddenly struck the oldest Curtis brother. What if Danny goes back to college? Sure, it would be great if Danny did go on to further his education, but what about the two of them. The thought of Danny leaving left Darry with a dull ache in his chest, the kind of ache he feels whenever he worries about his young brothers. It scared him, but at the same time left Darry feeling secure. "Do you think you'll be ready to go back to college once your cast is off," Darry asked keeping all trails of emotion out of his voice. He didn't want it to seem like he would be affected by Danny's choice out of fear of influencing his friends decisions. "Not really," Danny answered honestly with a shrug, "to be honest, this injury was a blessing in disguise. I didn't really have any real purpose their other than to play football. I didn't have a solid major that I could stick with and I wasn't that great in my classes." "I just really need some more time to think about what I want to do with my life," Danny added stretching slightly, "until then I'll probably get a job somewhere close." "That's good," Darry nodded encouragingly trying his happiness out of his voice, "you at least have a plan for what you're going to do next." "It's about time." Danny joked with a grin, "You know I was never one for making plans." "You were always the type that liked to live in the moment," Darry agreed rolling his eyes, "which bugged me to know end." "And yet you still liked me," Danny chuckled putting his head on Darry's shoulder. Darry snorted but didn't deny the claim. In the corner of his eye, Danny spotted a familiar book in Darry's pocket. Casually, Danny reached over and took the book out of Darry's pocket and observed it. "Of course Danny, you can see my book," Darry said sarcastically. "'Mystery on Terror Street'," Danny voiced saying the title of the book aloud ignoring Darry's sarcasm. "I still can't believe you read mystery novels," Danny looking a Darry with deep interest. "I just got into it," Darry shrugged, "Ponyboy gave me one of his and I picked up a couple more just for the hell of it." "Which reminds me, I have to talk to him about reading these kinds of books," Darry mumbled lowly thinking about all the blood and disturbing plot points that were in those novels. Danny rolled his eyes at his friend. He's always being a big brother, Danny thought to himself fondly. "What?" Darry asked exasperated, "I have to watch all of the more adult things he reads. I don't want him to start up with those nightmares again." "Sure, sure," Danny waved him off teasingly. "How do you like the genre from the books you read so far?" Danny asked looking back at the novel in his hands, "mystery novels have always been able to catch my interest." "Really?" Darry raised his eyebrows at him, "I never knew that you read mystery novels. In fact, I've known you to read many novels at all." Danny gave him a shrug. "When you're handicapped you don't have that many options for activities. These books are kind of new to me." "Um, have you read that one?" Darry asked gesturing to his novel as a new idea popped into his head. "Hm," Danny aimlessly flipped through the novels pages before finally closing it shut and shaking his head. "Nope," Danny denied, "this is a new one to me." "How about we read it together?" Darry suggested mildly, "it will give us something to do without having to something gushy and romantic to pass the time." "Hey, what's wrong with romantic?" Danny protested lightly. "Not really my thing," Darry replied dryly, "so what do you say?" Danny looked from the book to Darry and back again until finally he carefully moved himself even closer to his friend. "Why not?" Danny smiled flipping the book open. Both Danny and Darry read that book for an entire hour debating with each other about all the plot points of the novel every step of the way. While Darry was being accusatory to every person he thought was a suspicious character, Danny waited until he got an existential amount of facts before making his decisions. They were at the point in pretty much every mystery novel where the main characters are trying to find out who committed the crimes. Right now there were only two suspects and not a lot of options to choose from. "It has to be that Shawn guy," Darry declared, "he's the only one that was acting shady at the time of the murder." "I don't think so," Danny shook his head in disagreement, "all the book has told us so far is that he's a potential suspect not the only suspect. It could be his younger brother Adam for all we know." "Why would it be him?" Darry questioned in confusion, "he's way too much of a wimp to off somebody. He can't even talk in full sentences. All he does is stutter and trip over his own words." "We'll see," Danny replied knowingly. An hour later both men had finished the entire novel. With a smug expression on his face, Danny closed the novel and set it on his lap peacefully. Beside him, Darry a sitting in his chair with a completely confused look on his face. "It doesn't make any sense," Darry stated shaking his head. "I told you," Danny replied in a sing-song voice. "How could it have been Adam?" Darry asked in exasperation, "that guy couldn't do anything right." "I told you it could have been him and it was," Danny lectured, "that shy act was just a ruse to get people off his back." Darry huffed lowly. "This is ridiculous," Darry claimed lowly. "Darry you have to learn to think outside the box," Danny advised, "that's what most of these novels are about. They force you to look at things differently so you can figure out the puzzle, it's fun." "How is that fun?" Darry wondered grumbling not use to his use of logic being challenged like this. Darry wasn't the type of man that liked to think outside of his own norms. Seeing as he's worked so hard to build up his own beliefs and morals, it's a strange experience for him to try and think outside them. Danny chuckled and casually rubbed his hand over Darry's arm. "That's what these mystery novels are for," and probably why your brother got you into them, Danny thought to himself, "so you can challenges your own set of thoughts and learn a new way of thinking about things. It lets you discover a new part of yourself." Darry sighed to himself internally. Even though he had to admit that picking up this hobby of reading mystery novels was for him to relax himself, he didn't know if he was ready for 'discovering new things' yet. Darry wanted to change himself for the better but he was uncomfortable with change. This is quiet the dilemma, Darry rubbed his eyes tiredly. "You are too much like Ponyboy," Darry pointed out after a while. "I knew there was a reason he was my favorite Curtis brother," Danny joked. "Shut up," Darry playfully hit Danny on the arm. "Want to try another novel," Danny picked up the nearest novel on his desk and wriggled his eyebrows at his friend suggestively. Darry sighed before snatching the book out of Danny's hands and reading the title of the novel aloud. "Death Row," Darry furrowed his brow at the title and gave his friend a look. "The only novels I own are mystery novels," Danny shrugged. "Alright," Darry agreed opening up the book for them to read. Relaxingly, Danny leaned his head on Darry's shoulder so he could see the book clearer. "I feel like I should give you something for spending time with me like this," Danny whispered into Darry's ear. Darry felt a shiver run all through his spine. "No you don't," Darry denied, "I chose to do this remember?" "But still," Danny argued stilling whispering, "I want to show you how much I appreciate you giving us a chance, to show how much I care." "And…how are you going to do that," Darry asked somewhat tensely. Danny chuckled and licked Darry's ear slowly. "Don't worry you'll see…just one more week." … "Hey Tim," Wild Dog called out as he saw said hood enter the bar he was in. With two other gang members behind him, Tim stoically walked over to where Wild Dog was sitting with his friends. "Didn't think you'd come," Wild Dog clasped a hand on Tim shoulder and urged him to sit down next to him. "You said you were paying right? A free drink is a free drink," Tim shrugged sliding into his seat and not so politely moving Wild Dog's hand of his shoulder. Wild Dog chuckled and handed the hood a beer. "That's what I like," Wild Dog nodded in approval, "you're a hood after my own heart." "Hm," Tim didn't bother to respond verbally just choosing to take a sip of his beer. Seeing that everyone beside them had left the table to go do different things, Wild Dog scooted closer to Tim to talk to him privately. "I didn't think you'd show up," Wild Dog reiterated, "and what happened?" "Why is that?" Tim asked somewhat sarcastically. "Because of the whole thing with your brother the other day," Wild Dog shrugged either not noticing or not caring about the sarcasm in Tim's question. "I said before, what my brother and who he picks fights with are up to him," Tim replied blankly, "I am not his keeper." Wild Dog shrugged and nodded in agreement as he rubbed his hand in what looked like anticipation. "So, why did you call me here?" Tim asked. "I'm looking for where that Ponyboy kid lives," Wild Dog informed the hood beside him, "I just know he knows more about my stash than anybody else does." "…What makes you say that?" Tim asked looking away from him. "I don't know," Wild Dog shrugged, "I'm starting to rethink my guess that he was just Winton's bitch, the kid doesn't really look like the type." Tim eyed the hood beside him critically. He silently wondered to himself if he should snitch about the youngest Curtis brother. On the one hand he would be turning his back on the Curtis', who he did like somewhat, on the other hand this hood had a crazy look in his eye one that he didn't like seeing in his own enemies let alone his brothers. Tim didn't think he could have his brothers back against a hood like him, and while he may never say it aloud, that frightened him. "I know how close he was to Winston," Tim responded. He may not know where Dally hid all his drugs but Tim was cool with him while he was still in Tulsa. Tim could defiantly tell the dangerous hood in front of him all he needed to know. Just to keep him away from my family, Tim thought to himself as he saw Wild Dog's eyebrow raise in interest. 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