Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (Brief Recap) "I need to talk to you," Curly ordered. "About?" Tim asked not looking interested in what he had to say. Tim's blasé attitude was enraging Curly even more, he never wanted more in his life to punch his brother in the face than he did now. "Did you know about Wild Dog going after Ponyboy?" Curly demanded. (End Recap) (General POV) To say Tim was shocked would be putting it mildly. Oh, he expected to be approached about Wild Dog sometime in the future, but he didn't expect it to be his own brother to raise the question (he was expecting one of the Curtis'). "What do you know about Wild Dog kid?" Tim asked wondering just how much his little brother actually knew. "Don't play games with me," Curly snarled his fist clenched at his sides, "I know he's your friend." Tim just sent his brother a dry look raising an eyebrow at him. "You know what I mean," Curly accused angrily, "Did you know what he was going to do to Ponyboy or not?" "What happened to Ponyboy?" Angela asked gently not knowing quite what was going but if Curly was making this big of a show about it something must have happened. Curly turned his head to his sister. "Ponyboy was jumped by Wild Dog he's in the hospital with a slit throat." "Oh my god," Angela gasped in shock, "he isn't…" "He's lived through it," Curly replied with a sigh still finding pleasure in those words, "something about not hitting some kind of vein." Angela smiled putting a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. Curly stared at the hand briefly but didn't make a move to take it off like he usually would. "You didn't answer my question?" Curly said turning back to his brother sternly. Tim was and always has been a very honest man, he was never one to lie just for the sake of lying. If someone asks him a question his policy was to always be blunt and tell the hard truth, a tradition which he passed to his siblings. This moment was no exception (although Tim wished it was an exception). "Yeah I knew he was after the kid-" Tim wasn't given a chance to finish as Curly reached up and punched his older brother clear across the face. The effect of the blow caused Tim to collide with the wall behind him. By pure instinct, Tim rose up his fist to punch back. "Stop," Angela cried jumping in front of the two of them, "you idiots can't do this here, this house is messed up enough." Neither looked to particularly ready to back down but they didn't make a move forward, despite the fact that it would be all too easy to move Angela out of the way. Curly felt like his whole world was falling apart. First he had to deal with Ponyboy being hospitalized and now he has to deal with Tim's betrayal. He didn't understand how Tim could do this to him. Curly had always looked up to his brother, it was a bit like hero-worship, and now for him to just stab Curly in the back like this hurt him like a deep wound. The curly haired hood had always been deeply loyal to his older brother. Whatever he did, and despite what people may have said about him, Curly stood up for Tim's decisions but he couldn't do it this time. This time Tim had crossed the line. "Did you do this to fuck with me?" Curly demanded quietly his voice dripping in anger, "Did you think I wouldn't care?" Tim didn't respond back he just stared daggers into his brother's eyes, a looked which was returned back to him. "Or were you just trying to take away the only bit of happiness I have from me?" Curly questioned." "Quit being an overdramatic little bitch," Tim sneered speaking up finally, "not everything is about you." "I'm dating Ponyboy so yes it is about me," Curly snapped, "that fucking psycho was after him and you should have given me the chance to-" "To what?" Tim interrupted with a snort folding his arms in between his chest, "What exactly where you going to do to him? You can barely take me on and you think that you could handle a hood like Wild Dog." Curly shoved Angela out of his way and moved so he was face to face with his brother. Both of them stood tall, staring at each other down relentlessly. "So that's why you didn't tell me?" Curly nodded looking sarcastically understanding, "because you didn't think I was strong enough to handle myself!" "It's not just about you!" Tim yelled having had just about enough of this. He might now have been proud of what he did but Tim would be damned if he was going to be shamed for his actions. "Then who is it about?" Curly said yelling just as loudly as his brother. "It's about our family!" Tim shouted. Thoroughly silenced due to shock, Curly's eyebrows rose wondering what his brother was talking about. Angela was also shooting Tim was curious look. "If I had said anything or tried to say something against him he would have been on all of our backs," Tim confessed having had enough of all this and was now just confessing everything, "and not just yours and mine Curly, but Angela and moms and even dads. That hood is a fucking psycho." Curly and Angela were immensely surprised to see Tim's walls slowly falling down as he told him his reasons for doing what he did. Normally you could barely see any trace of emotion on his face (except for anger of course), but now you could clearly see the sadness resonating both in his words and on his face. "I don't hate the Curtis'," Tim told them his voice sounding defeated, "hell, the Curtis' are probably the only family I respect in this dead beat town but I couldn't put them before us. They have more back up than we do, they have friends, I don't know many hoods that would want to fuck with a guy like Wild Dog." Angela slowly went to approach her melancholy brother but was stopped by Curly putting a hand on her shoulder urging her to let him finish. "I was only trying to look after us," Tim said tiredly, "because I am the only one that will." Curly's eyes fell down to the floor. While his anger was still present it didn't feel as violent as it did before. The curly haired hood couldn't think of anything to say, his mind was still reeling from his brothers words. Without another word, Curly walked away from his siblings and out of the house. Angela turned to her now stoic brother who was leaning on the wall he was previous hit into previously. "It's not easy being the big brother is it?" Angela asked softly. "…You have no idea," was all Tim said before going back into his room. … "Could you give me about four days?" Darry questioned into the phone receiver. The eldest Curtis brother was currently on the phone with his boss trying to see how much time off he could get. He doesn't get paid when he's not at work so this could hurt more than help him but he didn't care. "I can only give you two days Curtis," Darry's boss told him, "I can't afford to not have you on the job." Darry sighed but ultimately agree, not that he had much of a choice. "Two days will be fine," Darry said. "Alright Curtis, take care," His boss told him. "Okay," Darry said hanging up the phone. With a tired sigh he laid back down on the couch he was previously sitting on. The doors of the waiting room suddenly flew open revealing a familiar face. "Danny," Darry breathed standing up to greet his lover. Danny practically flew into his arms hugging him fiercely, he knew this might not be the particular way Darry expresses his feelings but he felt this might be the kind of comfort Darry might need right now. "I came as soon as I could get off from work," Danny said quietly into his shoulder, "thank you for calling me." "Why would you thank me for calling you?" Darry couldn't help but asked looking quiet amused. Danny shrugged pulling back to be face to face with Darry. "I don't know, it's just that this is a very personal matter and I didn't really think at first that you would want me here," Danny admitted feeling embarrassed at what he was saying because it might make him seem a little selfish to try and make this about him. The eldest Curtis brother just simply smiled at him and rubbed his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Of course I want you here," Darry reassured him gently feeling a lot kinder than normal at the moment, "I need some kind of comfort being here." Danny smiled and kissed Darry briefly on the lips, he didn't think it was proper hospital etiquette to start making out in the middle of the waiting room. "Comfort is my middle name," Danny declared reaching into his bag he pulled out a couple mystery novels from it. "Got them all out of a bargain bin for twenty bucks," Danny explained with a grin. "Great," Darry replied happy to have anything to distract him at the moment. The both of them sat down on the couch and picked out the best novel to start reading. Before they began though, Danny had to ask the repeatedly asked question. "How's Ponyboy doing?" Danny asked sounding a bit hesitant to know. Sure he may not have known the kid long but he knew that Ponyboy was innocence at its finest and did nothing to deserve what happened to him. "The doctor said he was going to be fine," Darry told him going quiet urging his anger not to resurface again, "he'll have to spend a couple days in the hospital but then he should be able to recover on his own." "That's good," Danny nodded, "it could have been a lot worse." Darry couldn't argue with that logic. …... "Thanks ma," Two-Bit cried out biting down on his sandwich. "No problem Keith," Miss. Matthews stated watching in amusement as her son furiously ate his food. Both Two-Bit and his mother were standing outside the animal hospital on a bench. Two-Bit had gotten hungry waiting all this time for Tosh so he had decided to call his mom to give him some food. For a split second Two-Bit looked mildly annoyed at the usage of his really name but ignored it. His mother was probably the only person he would allow to call him that. "How is it that you're so hungry?" Miss. Matthews asked shaking her head, "I gave you money for food when you left." "I had to give it up for gas," Two-Bit muffled through his bits, "Steve never puts gas in his damn car." "Language," Miss. Matthews berated almost automatically. Two-Bit just rolled his eyes in response. "How are the poor dears?" Miss. Matthews asked softly. "Which one?" Two-Bit questioned quietly as he stopped eating turning to give his mother a seriously look. "All of them," Miss. Matthews asked her eyes tearing up due to her nervousness. Luckily, Two-Bit had called the hospital and got Darry to tell him what was happening over there so he could up be to date with everyone else. "Ponyboy is fine, a little roughed up but fine," Two-Bit knew that his mother would not appreciate the rough details so he's wisely skipping over them. "Other kid Justin is doing pretty good to, he got off a lot better than Ponyboy," Two-Bit told her remembering all the time he spent making that little kid laugh at no matter what he did or said, he fondly reminded him of Ponyboy that way. "The pet doctor told me that Tosh is going to be fine but he might need something called a brace on his body," Two-Bit explained not looking quite sure as to what exactly a brace is. "Oh my," Miss. Matthew gasped, "did something happen to the poor things ribs." "Yeah, the doctor said they got mangled pretty badly," Two-Bit blurted out. Two-Bit could smack himself as he saw the terrified look on his mother's face, so much for keeping out the rough details. "They said it wasn't messy with the pups lungs or anything so he's going to be fine," Two-Bit reassured her, "there all going to be fine." "That's great," Miss. Matthews commented her eyes downtrodden. Two-Bit couldn't help but sigh as he noticed his mother looking upset about something. Tge jokester greaser pouted, he was never going to finish his sandwich. "What's wrong ma?" Two-Bit asked expectantly. "Oh nothing son I just-" "Ma," Two-Bit said sternly. "Nothing I-" "Ma," Two-Bit repeated louder. "Okay, okay," Miss. Matthews finally gave up and admitted defeat, "and wipe that smirk off your face." Two-Bit just grinned back at her in response. "I just feel kind of guilty that's all," Miss. Matthew admitted much to Two-Bit amazement, "I have always said that I would look after Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy when they're parents passed away, they were such good friends of mine how could I not, and now it just feels like I failed them." "Oh ma," Two-Bit sighed wrapping an arm around his mother shoulder so she could lay her head on his shoulder, "none of this is your fault. What happened was just some psycho going nuts on those kids. There was literally nothing you could have done." "I know but I just can't help myself but feel guilty," Miss. Matthews sighed. "Just remember ma that the worst part is over and that's all we can ask for," Two-Bit gripped his mother's shoulder tighter, "remember how you always use to tell me that." Miss. Matthews gasped in shock mockingly looking up at her son. "So you do pay attention to me," Miss. Matthews whipped a fake tear from her eyes, "and to think I thought you only listened to me when I was talking about food." Two-Bit rolled his eyes at her affectionately. "Whatever you say Miss. Two-Bit." … The uncomfortable feeling Curly had when he walks into the hospital never left him, regardless of how many steps he's stepped into those doors. It was just the air of the place that rubbed him the wrong way. Curly walked into the building just in time to see Sodapop and Steve running out of the hospital, they looked as if they were late for something. "Where are you two losers going?" Curly asked more out of curiosity rather than care. Sodapop shot him an annoyed looked while Steve actually answered him. "To work," Steve told him, "were already late enough as it is. Didn't you notice that it's morning?" Furrowing his brow Curly looked up and saw that the sun was indeed hanging high in the sky. Last time he checked it was the middle of the night, time really flies when you're busy worrying about someone. "Oh what?" Sodapop said sarcastically taking Curly's silence for confusion, "you don't know what a job is?" Curly snorted leaning on one of the hospitals doors. "No, I'm too busy having a life," Curly smirked waving at the two of them, "have fun wasting your lives away. I'll be sure to tell Ponyboy when he wakes up, to me, that you were too busy to visit." Sodapop snarled but was pulled by Steve much to the amusement of Curly. "I needed that," Curly said to himself blissfully. Walking into the waiting room, Curly was stumped to see Darry outside Ponyboy's room with his little boytoy. They looked quite cozy sitting on a love chair together reading a book Curly didn't care to read the title of. "Are they operating on him or something?" Curly asked his voice casual but he was inwardly panicking because he didn't see any other reason why Darry wouldn't be in Ponyboy's room right now unless something happened to him. "What? Oh no, Ponyboy is fine," Darry reassured the curly haired hood. "We're just out here because we didn't want to disturb Ponyboy with our rambling about this story," Danny cleared up for him. They had been checking up on Ponyboy every thirty minutes to see if he was up yet. Curly inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. This whole worrying shtick was getting to be too much for him. "Whatever," Curly breathed moving toward Ponyboy's room. Gently, the hood opened and closed the door to his room. This was the first time Curly had scene Ponyboy in his bandaged state and it hurt him straight to his core. The sight of Ponyboy laying their looking dead, regardless of the fact that he knew he wasn't, scared him more than anything has in his entire life. "Oh babe," Curly whispered sitting on the seat next to Ponyboy gripping the young greaser hand tightly. "I'm sorry about this," Curly said staring into Ponyboy's closed eyes, "I never thought something like this could happen." He gazed at Ponyboy's face as if waiting for him to respond, to quickly come to his defense like he always does, to tell him that everything was going to be alright. "When they say that theirs a thin line between love and hate or something like that," Curly chuckled humorlessly his voice becoming rough, "I know what they mean, because I feel that way about you right now." "I hate this," Curly stated fighting off the sniffle that almost came out of him, "I hate that you can scare me like you did. When I thought your life was over I thought mine was, as stupid and sappy as that sounds. And you know, I hate that from now on I'm probably going to be watching you even more than I do now thanks to all this." "But you know what Ponyboy," Curly breathed his eyes watering at its sides, "I don't even care, I don't care because…I love you." Moving his head down, Curly was shocked to see Ponyboy's hand clenching his back. How did he not notice this? Craning his head back up, Curly was surprised to see Ponyboy staring at him, his eyes glistening with happiness. "Babe," Curly said in shock. 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