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) "Are you and Curly dating?" Justin asked as he licked his ice cream. Ponyboy stopped his consumption of his ice cream to look over at his young friend with wide eyes. "W-What?" Ponyboy stuttered. The two boys, and Tosh, were currently sitting on a bench basking in the warm weather they had at the moment. They had stopped to get some ice cream and immediately sat down to devour the scrumptious treat (Tosh was sitting in the middle of them eating his bag of dog biscuits they had gotten for him). "You two have been acting really different lately," Justin commented not deterred by Ponyboy's disturbed look. "No we haven't," Ponyboy denied shaking his head with a blush. "Sure you have," Justin argued, "like right now you're blushing. You have blushing a whole lot lately." "It hasn't been a whole lot," Ponyboy cried blushing even more. Tosh lifted his head from his bag of dog biscuits to look up at his owner and started barking in his direction. "Tosh says no," Justin smirked. Ponyboy grumbled under his breath, leaning roughly on the bench, and went back to eating his ice cream. Both teens stayed silent for a while, just keeping their thoughts to themselves. As much as Ponyboy would like to disagree, Justin was right. Things with himself and Curly have become a lot different, but it in a good way. Ever since the carnival a couple days ago, tension began to rise between the two of them. Curly started to get a lot more forceful when touching Ponyboy, mostly by grabbing him more often. Let's not forget to mention that Curly was getting a little more possessive of Ponyboy, glaring at anyone who so much as glanced his way. Ponyboy, in response to these actions, started becoming shyer and blushing more around the hood, even more so than at the carnival. "It isn't really that much of a surprise," Justin said after a while. "It isn't?" Ponyboy questioned looked over at his young friend in shock. Justin discreetly rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the question. "Of course," Justin sighed, "it was obvious that you two were going to get together." Ponyboy, for the life of him, couldn't understand where that notion came from but didn't question it. "We are not really together yet," Ponyboy pointed out. "What?" Justin raised an eyebrow at the young greaser, "why?" Ponyboy shrugged unable to come up with an answer. Sure, both he and Curly knew what the next step was in their relationship, but neither knew how to go about carrying it out. It was the price they paid for being friends for so long, it makes it difficult for either to evolve their relationship given how it used to be. Justin gave his older friend a look of exasperation while Tosh just titled his head curiously at his owner. "I hope when I get older I'm not as clueless as you two," Justin mumbled under his breath. "Huh?" Ponyboy blinked at his friend obliviously, "did you say something?" Snorting to himself, Justin just shook his head as an answer. "Well, well, look who it is." Justin froze upon hearing that nasally voice. Ponyboy turned to his right to see a group of three boys around Justin age standing near them. They seemed to be standing in an intimidating stance (or as intimidating as a couple of middle school kids could get anyway). "What's up Justina?" the apparent leader of the group asked, "We missed you yesterday in school." The boys behind him started snickering immaturely. "Oh, hey Bob," Justin greeted quietly lowering his head, "Tommy, Earl." Ponyboy, noticing this action, furrowed his brow suspiciously as he looked back and forth at his friend and the other boys. "Say, did you do the math homework?" Bob asked lightly an innocent look on his face, "Can you help me out with some problems?" "I don't know the math homework," Justin answered keeping his eyes to the ground, "I wasn't there." "Then why didn't you get some of those hundreds friends you said you had to give it to you?" Bob asked mockingly. Justin chose not to answer. "Oh wait a minute," Bob's gasped his eyes lighting up, "that's right. Nobody wants to be friends with a loser like you." Justin's hands clenched at his sides, Tosh moved over and licked his fist comfortably. "Yeah," one of the boy's behind Bob, Tommy, said tauntingly, "you're such a loser no one at school sits next to you at lunch." "They'd probably get sick being around you," the other boy Earl taunted. "I think I'm getting a little sick myself," Bob stated looking back at his friends holding his own throat. The three boys started coughing loudly, holding their sides on what looked like pain. "Help," Earl coughed lowly. "Somebody help," Bob coughed laugh through his breath, "we're catching loseritis." Through their coughing, the boys started snickering again. Justin tried desperately to stifle his sniffling as he tried to block out the taunting of his classmates. "Let's just go somewhere else," Justin pleaded softly to his friend trying to keep the tears out of his eyes. Ponyboy looked from Justin to the other boys before shaking his head. Tosh, who saw that Justin was in a bad mood, moved over to his side and cuddled up to him. "Nope," Ponyboy denied, "we're not going anywhere, we don't have to." The three boys, noticing that Justin wasn't paying attention to any of them, frowned collectively. They moved so that they were surrounding his head, directly by his ears so avoidance was impossible. "Are you ignoring us you little freak?" Bob hissed, "What, do you think that you're too good to talk to us now?" "Yeah, who do you think you are?" Tommy cried his voice booming in Justin's ear. "You little freak," Earl growled. As one of the boys went to grab Justin's shoulder, Ponyboy effortlessly snatched the boys hand and pushed him off. "Hey," Tommy proclaimed in protest. "What's your problem?" Bob demanded, "We're just showing this freak" he gestured to Justin "his place." Patiently, Ponyboy sighed and looked over the three boys calmly. "Look little boys, you need to stop," Ponyboy told them, "it isn't right to bully somebody just because there are more of you than there areof him. Justin is my friend and I'm not going to let you mess with him like this." Justin gazed over at Ponyboy with a half-smile, overjoyed to know that the younger greaser would help him. "Who asked you?" Bob asked glaring at him, "we can talk to this freak whatever way we want to." Ponyboy snorted to himself in amusement. "Sooner or later you're going to come across someone who's bigger and stronger than you," Ponyboy lectured, "someone who could take you down regardless of your numbers." "And who's gonna do that," Bob taunted grinning nastily, "you?" Ponyboy narrowed his eyes at the boy warning him to stop. "Yeah," Tommy taunted joining with his friend, "you look like just as much as a wimp as the freak over here." "I think I've heard of you actually," Earl claimed thinking to himself aloud, "you have a really weird name." Ponyboy raised a shocked eyebrow at them. "Yeah I think I heard of him. I think his name is Ponygirl or something like that," Tommy snickered. "Pony…girl," Ponyboy whispered slowly in disbelief. It was at that moment that time seemed to freeze. The air in Ponyboy's general area seemed to get cold and darker. Justin had a fearful look on his face as he saw the blank expression on his friends face. If you knew Ponyboy, you were aware that is was absolutely forbidden to address him as "Ponygirl". Anyone that had stupidly tried to defy this forbidden law…well, let's just say that they got to know the doctors of Tulsa General Hospital really well with the amount of weeks they spent with them. With stony chilling eyes, Ponyboy stared up at the foolish young men who were having a really good time with themselves. "Ponygirl," Bob repeated loudly through his laughter, "that is the stupidest thing I've ever…" The poor boy didn't get to finish as he was on the ground, rubbing his bruised jaw. "Hey, what the…" Tommy was silenced as he was grabbed by the collar and held up off the ground by an enraged Ponyboy. The young greaser looked so frightening that even Tosh had to curl up beside Justin in comfort. "Listen up you little bastards," Ponyboy hissed, "Do you like living? If so, you will never ever address me as that other name again." "What Ponygirl?" Earl asked in confusion, "What's going to happen if we do?" Without even looking at him, Ponyboy backhanded the boy across the face causing him to fall beside his friend. "That happens bitch," Ponyboy snarled eyes not leaving the boy he's holding up. Tommy started whimpering in the heat of the stare. "Alright you little mutated freaks," Ponyboy started out slowly, "you all are going to apologize for bullying Justin, now!" Giving each other intimated looks, the boys turned to Justin and started mumbling some half-hearted apologizes. "Speak up," Ponyboy ordered sternly. "Sorry Justin," the boys said in unison clearer. Ponyboy nodded and set Tommy down on his feet. As the boy tried to run away, the young greaser grabbed him and his two friends so they were all facing him. "I'm gonna leave you all alone now, but if I ever catch you three bullying my friend again I will take you by your underwear and stretch them up so far that you'll have to walk on all fours to get around," Ponyboy threatened with a smirk. The boys gulped unconsciously. "You got that?" Ponyboy asked pointedly. "Yes sir," the boy's nodded. "Sir?" Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at them. "Yes…Ponyboy," the boy's said nervously. "That's my name," Ponyboy smiled at them pleasantly before pushing them away, "now get out of here." Without another word, the boys ran as fast as they could down the street. Ponyboy sighed and in an instant his face shifted from intimidatingly scary to its normal innocent form. "Well that was fun," Ponyboy chuckled starting to walk home himself, "let's go, I have to meet Curly." "Whoa, wait a minute," Justin protested jumping off the bench, with Tosh in tow, to catch up to his friend, "What was all that?" "You mean what I just did?" Ponyboy asked in amusement, "that was the way my brothers taught me to get rid bullies." "Huh?" This time both Justin and Tosh looked confused. "Bullies are secretly cowards," Ponyboy informed his friend, "and the best way to scare them off is to go really bat crap crazy and frighten them off." "Oh," Justin nodded as he understood what had happened, "so you were just acting back there." "Somewhat," Ponyboy told him, "I do get annoyed when people call me Ponygirl but not to the extent I showed. What I did is just dramatize my annoyance to make myself look scary." "Well it worked," Justin acknowledged with a laugh, "you scared those jerks off good." "Do they bother you often?" Ponyboy asked sympathetically. "Yeah," Justin replied rubbing his side of his shoulder where they usually punch them. Comfortably, Ponyboy hugged Justin by his shoulder. "Don't worry," Ponyboy reassured him, "they won't mess with you anymore, I promise." Blinking in shock for a brief moment, Justin smiled and buried his head in Ponyboy's side. "Thank you, big brother," Justin whispered into his friend's shirt. Now, at that very moment, the both of them could feel their bond growing stronger. … "They called you that name," Curly snickered practically rolling in the grass he was lying in as Ponyboy told him what happened earlier today. Curly wished he could have been there. It's a total turn on for him to see his babe all enraged and rough looking, it's one of the reason he fell for him. Ponyboy smiled in amusement beside him. "Yeah, but I only did it to stop them from bullying Justin," Ponyboy commented, "I wasn't all that mad at them." Curly snorted folding his arms behind his head. "If that had been me I would have beat the hell out them," Curly grunted. "I know, you've proved that already," Ponyboy replied dryly with a grin. Curly gave the young greaser a playful once over before looking around aimlessly. "Why are we out here?" Curly asked not having a clue what they were doing out so late at night lying in the grass. "We've been out here for the last three hours and you're just now asking what we're doing?" Ponyboy chuckled giving his friend an exasperated look. "We've been out here for three hours?" Curly repeated incredulously, "What the hell have we been doing?" "Talking," Ponyboy responded with a shrugged, "and looking up at the clouds." Even after searching all of his memory banks, Curly couldn't remember a single word of any conversation they had just now (except the one about the bullies of course). They must not have been talking anything all that important…for three hours. Huffing, the hood gazed up at said masses of water droplets curiously. Curly, for the life of him, couldn't understand Ponyboy's fascination with them. All clouds looked like to him were just puffy things in the sky. "They're like canvas'," Ponyboy claimed answered his friends unspoken question as looked up at the slowly darkening sky, "all you have to do it use your imagination and they can become anything you want." "Isn't that something kindergarten teachers say to their kids," Curly joked. He held his hands up in defeat at the mild glare he got. "Just try it, I'll bet you'll come up with something good," Ponyboy proclaimed in an argumentative voice. Curly rolled his eyes and looked back up at the sky again. "I see…two people in those clouds," Curly stated after a while pointing to the two clouds he was staring at. Ponyboy really didn't understand what his friend was talking about, the two clouds in question were pretty much one and the same seeing as they were blending with each other ( or a at least they looked to be). "And what are those people doing?" Ponyboy questioned his curiosity getting the better of him. "Getting closer with each other," Curly answered bluntly. "Closer?" Ponyboy furrowed his brow and looked over at his friend. Curly made some suggestive movements with his hands. "Oh," Ponyboy exclaimed his face heating up, "that kind of closer." The hood smirked in response. "And who do those people look like," Ponyboy wondered. "It's two boys. The one on top has really curly hair and a roughed up face," Curly stated, "and one on bottom has green eyes and a pretty face." Ponyboy's eyes widened as he got the implication. It filled the young greaser with happiness and anticipation. Very slowly, Ponyboy moved his body closer to his friends, their faces mere inches away from one another's. "Curly…" "The curly one has been wanting this for God knows who long," Curly continued on, "he always dreamed of it happening." "Of the two of them just having sex?" Ponyboy asked lowly as sadness crawled up from his throat. He didn't want a relationship between the two of them to just be about sex. "Of the two being with each other," Curly corrected, "in any way the curly boy could get. He didn't think the green eyed boy went for his type." Impulsively, Ponyboy leaned over and kissed Curly on the cheek. "The green eyed boy loves rough boys," Ponyboy whispered, "he just can't get enough of them." "Yeah?" Curly asked his lips hovering in front of the young greasers. "Yeah." Their lips crushed together, roughly. Barely even asking permission, Curly plunged his tongue past Ponyboy's lips and into his mouth. Gripping Ponyboy's hips, Curly pushed him even closer, his lips moving harshly over his crushes. The young greaser moaned at the passionate assault he was receiving, his hands coming over and wrapping themselves around Curly's neck to receive more pleasure. This felt amazing. Ponyboy's brain was reeling from all the stimulation it was receiving, it had been quite a while since he has felt like this. Given this train of thought, and his lack of experience in this field, Ponyboy couldn't help but compare this kiss to the ones he got from Dallas and Johnny. Dally's kisses felt similar to this one, but it was much more demanding, almost as if Dally was trying to have sex with him with his mouth. Johnny's however, was the opposite, his kisses were always sweet and gently, always asking him for permission to do things. Curly's kiss was a combination of the two. The kiss was harsh, seeing how dominant he was being, but it also felt like he was trying to get as many moans of pleasure out of him as he possibly could. It's blissful, Ponyboy thought to himself as Curly kept exploring his mouth section by section. "Curly," Ponyboy moaned as the two of them briefly separated before attacking each other mouths again. Their tongues enter each other caverns again, tangling in a battle of will as they circled each other. Grabbing Ponyboy's leg, Curly threw it over his own making it so each single part of their bodies was touching. Sliding his hands from Ponyboy's hips to his butt, the hood started grinding their bodies together. "Oh god," Ponyboy breathed into Curly's mouth. "Fuck yeah babe," Curly growled back to him fondling the young greasers rounded ass. As they grinded into each other, Ponyboy's hands moved frantically over Curly's upper body, feeling the heat radiating off his chest. Curly moves his head away, much to Ponyboy's protest, before descending onto his neck. Ponyboy shuddered as Curly scraped his teeth slowly against his skin before biting down on him. This is definitely gonna leave a mark, Curly thought pleased with himself. If he could smirk at the moment he would have. "Curly," Ponyboy said through his heavy breathes. "Hm," was all Curly said in response licking around his neck. "We have to stop," Ponyboy moaned as he was bit again, "we're in a public park." "So what," Curly replied in between the kisses he was showering him with. "Curly please," Ponyboy pleaded, "I have to get home before curfew. I promise we can do this some other time." Curly made a point to stop his kisses, but not his grinding, to think about this for a second. It was the most torturous ten seconds of Ponyboy's life. "Fine," Curly agreed stopping his ministrations, "as long as there is a next time." "Of course there will be," Ponyboy replied assuredly, "you're my boyfriend after all." Curly stared at Ponyboy for a brief moment before a genuine smile made it onto his face. "Yeah, I am aren't I," Curly nodded giving Ponyboy a brief kiss on the lips. "Just when I say we'll do it again," Ponyboy told him standing up. "What, why?" Curly asked in confusion. Ponyboy snorted and started walking off. " 'The one on top has curly hair and the one on bottom has green eyes and a pretty face. What are trying to say you jerk?" Ponyboy huffed playfully. Curly gave his new boyfriend a shocked look before running after him. "Oh come on babe that was the cloud talking not me. Blame the cloud!" "Oh please." "Babe!" …While 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. 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