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) "You got any fives?" Ponyboy asked holding up his cards protectively. Justin shook his head from across Ponyboy's bed. "Go fish," Justin told him. "Wait, I'm not done," Ponyboy protested, "you have any threes." "No, go fish," Justin said more slowly. "…Are you sure?"' Rolling his eyes Justin threw up his cards in exasperation. "Yay, you threw away your cards I win," Ponyboy threw up his hands in jubilation putting all the cards in a stack. "Honestly, who taught you how to pay this game?" Justin felt he had to ask, "every single time you're losing you just try to irritate me into giving up." "Soda taught me how to play," Ponyboy argued looking slightly insulted. He had always thought that Sodapop was a great card player (or at least that was what his brother always told him anyway). Justin nodded in understanding. He had heard about Ponyboy's brother's tactics and "skills" he used when playing cards. "Best two out of three?" Ponyboy asked waving the cards around encouragingly. "You won the last two rounds," Justin shook his head at him. "But that doesn't mean you can't win the last one," Ponyboy told him in a sing-song voice wiggling his eyebrows. The boys were interrupted by a soft knock at the door and a nurse peeking her head through the door. "Yes," Ponyboy said politely. "I'm sorry to barge in like this boys but Justin's father is here to see him," The nurse announced in a gentle voice. Ponyboy's eyebrow rose slightly. He had never met Justin's father before, as a matter a fact, Justin doesn't even talk about him. He briefly told them that his mother was dead but that was about all they got out of Justin's home life. Ponyboy was excited to meet him though, he really wanted to see what exactly Justin was hiding from him ( Ponyboy always loved a good mystery). From the look on his face it wasn't something good, Ponyboy thought to himself clearly seeing the hesitation and dread on the Justin's face. Before Ponyboy could continue on with his musing the door opened more to apparently reveal Justin's father. He was tall in stature and had a normal build, this was truly Justin's father because he looked like an older version of his son. "Thank you nurse," Justin's father said giving her nod before he closed the door to give all of them some privacy. This situation was very awkward for Ponyboy, neither Justin nor his father seemed to notice that he was in the room. Justin was so busy in every way except in his father general direction and said father was looking at his son sternly. The tension was staggering and something had to be done to break the ice. "Hello Mr. Browyn," Ponyboy greeted politely holding out his hand, "I'm Ponyboy Curtis, Justin's friend." Snapping back to reality, Justin's father smiled down at Ponyboy and moved to shake the teen's hand firmly. "Nice to meet you Ponyboy and please call me John," Mr. Browyn told him. "Well John, it's nice to meet you," Ponyboy nodded shooting Justin a look, "this guy over here doesn't talk about you much." The young greaser was surprised to see Justin give him a heated glare. "Yes well, that's not surprising," John said pointedly ignoring his son. Ponyboy looked between John and Justin hesitantly as he could feel the tension between the two of them rising. "You must have been really worried about your son when you first heard the news of what happened," Ponyboy said giving the older man a concerned look wondering how he felt about all of this. "Of course I was," John grunted giving Justin another pointedly look, "I'm Justin's father, it's my job to be concerned." "So concerned that you didn't even visit," Justin murmured to himself even though everyone could hear him perfectly. John sighed running a hand through his face. "We went over this Justin," John told him tiredly, "I had to work." "Yeah, that's what you always say," Justin said folding his arms and still looking directly at his father. "Because it's true," John responded sternly, "somebody has to pay bills in our house, and it has to be me. I don't understand why you can't grasp that." "I understand you need to work," Justin turned to his father angrily, "but I what don't understand is why you're just never around." Ponyboy was surprised to see John actually roll his eyes at his son. This must be a conversation they must have a lot. "In order to get money I have to spend time at my job," John explained slowly, "normal hours aren't enough to pay the bills so I work extra hours." "I know that," Justin snapped before his face grew sad, "it's just that you spend more time at your job than at home." "Sacrifices have to be made in order to live son," John shrugged his eyes blank. "But you hate working at your job and you hate the hours," Justin stopped his father before he could interrupt, "and don't say you don't because I know you do." Sighing, John walked back to the door much to his son obvious sadness. "I'm not talking to you about this," John declared stopping halfway out the door, "you're obviously too young to understand what I have to do in order to keep us alive. This conversation is over." "But dad-" "It's over Justin!" John shouted glaring at his helpless looking son before slamming the door behind him. Justin was sniffling clenching the side of his hospital gown tightly with his non-bandaged arm. "Come here," Ponyboy told him quietly outstretching his arms to him. Immediately Justin went into Ponyboy arms crying softly into his chest. "Why does he have to be like that?" Justin asked tearfully. "Some adults just don't know how to talk to their kids sometimes," Ponyboy said trying to reason with him. "It's not just some of the time it's all of the time," Justin argued, "He's always putting his job before me." "He's just trying to give you a good life Justin," Ponyboy reassured him, "it means that he really loves you." Justin looked up at Ponyboy with a combination of angry and sorror, something Ponyboy had yet to see on his face. "Then why doesn't he ever spend time with me," Justin responded, "I'm not asking for him to hang out with me every day but I at least want him to say something to me every once and a while. He doesn't even spend holidays with me, that's how much he works." "Oh Justin-" "I hate him," Justin mumbled as he went back into Ponyboy's chest, "I hate him so much." … "What's up bitches?" Curly declared kicking the door open to Ponyboy's room. The curly haired teen was greeted with a very melancholy setting. Ponyboy had his arm wrapped around Justin who seemed to be fighting sleep and said young greaser was just staring off into space. It felt like an uncomfortable silence took over the room, something Curly was not going to sit through (especially in a hospital). "Alright," Curly sighed pulling up a chair and sitting on it sideways, "what's wrong with the little kiddies now?" Ponyboy, who just now realized that Curly was in the room, gave his lover a small hesitant smile. "Hi Curly," Ponyboy poked Justin trying to get his attention, "Justin looked who showed up to visit." "I know who it is," Justin replied with his eyes closed shut, "I could smell Curly when he walked in the building." "Screw you kid," Curly said back to him automatically before turning back to Ponyboy, "now what's wrong?" Ponyboy didn't see any sense in trying to lie to Curly about this, mostly because he was too tired to, but then again this wasn't exactly his business. "We've just been having some…family problems," Ponyboy told his lover looking down at Justin who had opened his eyes to shoot him a dry look. "Yeah we did," Justin agreed stoically looking over at Curly, "so that means we aren't accepting any visitors." Curly gasped and held a hand to his heart. Justin rolled his eyes at how stupid Curly could be sometimes. "No visitors," Curly breathed quietly his eyes widening in pain, "that means that you don't want me here." "That's right," Justin nodded snuggling up to Ponyboy more. Curly sniffled slowly standing up from his chair. Ponyboy couldn't help but crack a genuine smile and wonder what the curly haired hood was up to. "Then I'll just leave then," Curly replied with a sniffle walking toward the door. Before actually leaving he opened the door wide enough for everyone to see them in the hall. "Nurse, don't send him in," Curly shouted into the hallway, "looks like they don't want any visitors." *Bark Bark* Justin gasped and Ponyboy almost squealed in delight at the familiar sound. They knew that bark anywhere. "Just take him back-" "No!" Both Ponyboy and Justin protested. "No?" Curly's eyebrows rose but you could clearly see a smirk on his face, "but I thought you said you didn't want any visitors." "We changed our minds," Justin protested sitting up from his place on Ponyboy. "That's nice," Curly nodded. They waited for Curly to do something but he just stood there, staring at the two of them with his arms folded. "Well," Justin snapped impatiently. "Well what?" Curly shrugged his shoulder feigning a lost look. "Bring him in," Justin demanded with a growl. "Oh," Curly grinned at the smaller teen, "you have to beg." "Curly," Ponyboy gave his lover his best puppy dog look as he didn't want this to go on any further, "can we please see him." Curly grunted and internally growled at the smug look Justin had on his face. "Why do you always have to take his side babe?" Curly huffed but did what he was asked to do anyway. "Come in here you little bastard," Curly called out into the hall, "come cheer this depressed little kids up." *Bark Bark* The pitter-patter of little feet echoed through the hall and into the room getting louder with each second as they steadily approached them. A then, with his tongue hanging out, a familiar Dalmatian puppy appeared at the door. "Tosh," Justin shouted happily. "Careful," Curly warned the pup as he looked ready to run up to them. The curly haired teen opted to just carry the puppy to them. Upon further study, you could clearly see a brace wrapped around Tosh's lower body. Ponyboy knew that most dogs wear them due to an injury sustained to their lower area and they are not supposed to do any extraneous activities. "Here ya go," Curly put Tosh in between Ponyboy and Justin who were more than grateful to have him there. "I'm so glad you're okay Tosh," Justin told him petting said puppy gently as Tosh licked around his arm. "Tosh," Ponyboy gently called out to him which immediately made him turn to his original owner. Bringing him in his arms, Ponyboy hugged his puppy into his shoulder. "I missed you," Ponyboy sniffled. Tosh whimpered into his shoulder licking around it. Justin nodded adamantly in agreement while Curly let out a genuinely nice smile with no hint of malice in it. Their family was together again. … "So what happened with Justin's old man?" Curly asked settling comfortably beside Ponyboy on his bed. Justin had gone to give Tosh a little tour of the hospital and to let the puppy stretch his legs a little bit. "It's a little complicated," Ponyboy sighed, "it just has to do with Justin's dad working all the time and never spending time at home." "I've heard that story before," Curly replied rolling his eyes. "You should go talk to him," Ponyboy pushed Curly by the shoulder gesturing to the door, "you might make him feel better." Curly shrugged off Ponyboy's hand leaning back and taking a sip of his drink. "I did enough inspirational speeches and pep talks for one lifetime," Curly said lazily, "besides I'm sure the kid will be fine once he learns how to stand up to his old man." "Stand up to him? You mean like fight him?" Ponyboy asked in alarm as he couldn't fathom anyone seriously fighting a family member. Curly turned to the young greaser and gave him a dry look. "Sometimes a couple fists have to fly in order to make progress happen," Curly said to him seriously. "But Curly-" "And don't you tell him not to fight either," Curly ordered. "I'm not going to tell Justin to fight his dad," Ponyboy argued adamantly, "they can solve their problems in another way." "You can-" "Hey love birds." Both teens turned to see none other than Dallas Winston standing at the door. This was quite a surprise for both of them seeing as the blond hood had yet to make an appearance in this room since Ponyboy was taken to the hospital. Ponyboy was extremely pleased to see Dally here, because he hadn't come to see him yet the young greaser wondered if he had left before he could talk to him. Curly on the other hand was feeling a different kind of surprise. While he was grateful for Dallas coming in a saving Ponyboy's life, he was still a little wary of him being around Ponyboy (it was just a overprotective boyfriend thing). "Hi Dally," Ponyboy greeted enthusiastically with a smile. "What's up kid?" Dally nod his head at him leaning on the side of the door. As always he pointedly ignored Curly. "What brings you here?" Ponyboy asked eagerly while kicking his feet in an unconsciously manner under the covers. "Came to talk to you real quick before I head out," Dally answered unsubtly looking in Curly's direction now. Even though he got the meaning of the look Curly stood stiffly still being as stubborn as he could get. "Curly please," Ponyboy sighed, "it's just a talk." Curly grunted in annoyance but stood up anyway making his way to the door. "Fine," He grumbled bumping shoulder with Dally on the way out, "but there better not be any funny business." Ponyboy shook his head fondly at his lover. Curly was really too much some times. "Have a seat," Ponyboy gestured to the seat beside him. Surprisingly obedient, Dally sat next to Ponyboy's bed. "How long you got in here?" Dally asked first. "I got about a day left," Ponyboy answered, "they said they really only kept me here this long because they wanted to make sure that my other injuries won't be a problem for me." Dally nodded in understanding casually leaning back in his chair a little bit, his eyes not betraying any emotion. Ponyboy stared at him admiringly, he really did love this man. Most of the time he saw him just like Sodapop in everything but facial expressions and words. "Dally, I want to-" "Don't bother," Was all Dally said. "But-" A glare from the blond hood was all it took to thoroughly silence the young greaser. "I didn't do what I did for thanks," Dally told him, "I did it because of how much I hate that guy." "Regardless of why you did it, I'm grateful to you," Ponyboy argued softly, "I honestly don't know what I'd do without sometimes Dally." "Quit getting all mushy on me kid," Dally said rolling his eyes. "I love you Dally," Ponyboy confessed honestly, "your one of the best men I've ever met in my life." Dally froze going into a small coughing fit. "Yeah, well you've grown on me to kid," Dally admitted fighting to keep his stoic look up. Ponyboy smiled gleefully, knowing that that was probably the closest thing to an 'I love you' he'll ever get from him. "I'm going back home," Dally told him, "figured I'd tell you I'm leaving." Ponyboy nodded but couldn't keep the sadness off of his face. He was going to miss his blond friend. Bringing Ponyboy's chin back up, Dally brought them eye to eye again. "Don't get sad on me," Dally ordered, "just start mailing me like you always did and if I feel like it I'll mail you back." Sniffling, Ponyboy smiled and opened his arms for a hug. Groaning to himself, Dally swallowed his pride and humored the young greaser. "And don't worry about Wild Dog," Dally reassured him, "he's not going to bother anybody anymore." "What did you do to him?" Ponyboy asked almost regretting he asked. Dally just smirked at him darkly before walking out of the room. "Dally, you didn't answer my question! Dally!" Ponyboy called out to him as he left but he was still ignored. "That jerk," Ponyboy huffed but still unable to keep a smile on his face. 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