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) Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr., a lot can be said about this man. The first thing that comes to mind is his psychical strength. Since the age of fourteen Darrel has been fighting to defend himself and everyone he cares about (it was mostly his brothers though). Darrel could take on any man his size in a fair and unfair fight. His psychical strength was known wide in his community. The second thing, which also happens to be thing most people don't see at first glance, is Darrel's mental strength. Like his late father, Darrel was an extremely intelligent man being at the top of his graduating class. Not to mention that Darrel was also smarter than some of the Socs in his region, despite them having somewhat of a better education. Another thing that can be said about him is that he was a good brother. Darrel loved and cared for his two younger siblings more than anyone else in the entire world. He always strived to make an example for them to show that they didn't have to be like every greaser around them to survive. They were his inspiration and motivation for a better life. However, like everyone else on the planet Earth he has flaws. One of the biggest flaws of Darrel is emotions. Due to the rough community he grew up in, Darrel cut himself off from his emotions in order to be tough and survive. Because of this development, he doesn't often know how to express his emotions in practical ways. This causes a lot of problems with his relationship with his brother Ponyboy, but more so on his love life. And that is where Danny Jones comes in. … Darry silently stood in front door to the Jones residence. Though he would never say it aloud, he was nervous about being here. Sure he was glad to have the chance to be around his friend again, but Darry didn't exactly know what this meeting would entail. Slowly, Darry knocked on the door. "It's open," Darry heard his friend call out to him. Darry opened the door to find Danny siting on the couch watching some television program, his leg that was in a cast was propped up on a leg rest. "Make yourself at home," Danny gestured to the house around him, "we got some beers in the kitchen if you want one." "Sure," Darry nodded throwing his coat down on the couch and moving to the kitchen. "Get me one to will you," Danny called out. In no time, Darry came back with a couple beers in his hands. Handing one to his friend, Darry sat down next to him on the couch. "Glad to see you finally made it over here," Danny patted his friend's leg roughly. Darry flinched slightly. "Yeah, I've just been so busy with work and everything," Darry rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "it's hard to find some free time." "Hm," Danny nodded taking a sip of his beer. "You're probably the toughest guy I know Dare," Darry exclaimed looking at his friend in admiration, "I couldn't imagine doing what you're doing now." "Meaning," Darry replied blankly although could assume what Danny was talking about. There aren't that many secrets in their community, everyone keeps up with everybody and what they are doing. That goes double for deaths. "You know," Danny gestured with his hand, "supporting yourself and your brothers the way you do by working so hard. It's a good thing you're doing Dare." Darry grunted took a big sip of his beer staring intently at the television. Feeling eyes on him, he turned around to see Danny giving him an amused look. "What," Darry asked. "Oh nothing," Danny chuckled before collecting himself, "so how is the work you're doing Darry?" Excruciating, tiring, overbearing, Darry said to himself. "Its fine," Darry said aloud with a shrug, "it gets a little rough sometimes but that's expected with a job." Danny let out another chuckle. "Wow, you have not changed a bit," Danny shook his head in amusement. "What do you mean," Darry asked suspiciously. "You still hide how you really feel and how things get to you," Danny replied seriously, "you can't keep everything bottle up Darry." Darry closed his eyes tiredly. He's heard this dozens of times from his friend. "It's tough," Darry admitted after a while, "but I'm getting through it. Giving my brothers a better life is why I keep going." Danny nodded reaching over to rub Darry's shoulder comfortably. He looked deep in thought about something. "I'm not trying to be intrusive," Danny told his friend assuming Darry was thinking he was being nosy, "I just want you to talk more about yourself, because you rarely do." "I know," Darry nodded understanding, but not exactly liking, where his friend was coming from. Darry didn't really like talking about himself "And thanks for the advice Truth," Darry smirked back at him. Danny leaned his head back and let out a big laugh. "I haven't been called that in ages," Danny grinned. "Remember how you got that name," Darry teased. Danny nodded. "Whenever someone asked me for advice I was always as blunt as possible, regardless of whether what I was saying was nice or not." "Since then we were called Truth and Dare," Darry chuckled. "Because we were always together and always blunt," Danny finished. Both of them had a good laugh at that. Slowly, Danny collected himself and looked toward Darry solemnly. "Of course, no one knew about the other reason why we were always together," Danny said softly. Darry gave his friend a serious look. Careful of his friend's leg, Darry slide closer to Danny. Their faces were mere inches away from each other. "I miss those days," Darry replied looking deep into his friends eyes. "I do to," Danny breathed. Without hesitation, Darry leaned and kissed Danny on the lips. Bringing his hands into Danny's smooth locks, Darry's pulled his friend's head closer into a more demanding kiss. Their tongues met each other's slowly, coming together again for what felt like ages for them. Darry hands slowly started wandering down his friend's body exploring it gently. Darry broke them apart to rain kisses down Danny's neck. Danny's breaths were coming out in small pants. "You're shivering," Darry pointed in amusement between his kisses, "you still get nervous with psychical contact." "It's a habit," Danny moaned leaning into Darry's touches. Sadly, as Darry's hand went under his shirt, Danny felt it was time to stop. Grabbing his friend's hand, Danny intertwined their fingers together and gave Darry a knowing look. "Don't start," Darry groaned in annoyance. "You know what I want," Danny told him softly. "A relationship," Darry sighed heavily. Danny gave him a firm nod. "Why can't just mess around like we use to," Darry demanded tiredly, "we had so much fun when it was just casual." "And no one knew about us," Danny finished pointedly. "That's was yours and my decision," Darry pointed out. Danny flinched and looked down at his lap. "I-I I know it's just that, well, I," Danny was struggling to find the right words to say, "I want something more now." "Why," Darry raised an eyebrow at him. "I just do," Danny insisted looking at the greaser beside him pleadingly, "and I now you need something more as well." "Need," Darry repeated anger building up inside of him. Danny inwardly groaned at his bad word choice. One thing he learned quick about his friend is that you should never assume he wants nor needs anything. "I don't need anything Jones," Darry seethed. "That's not what I meant Dare," Danny protested before this got out of hand, "I just mean that you deserve something more than just sex." "All I have time for is just sex," Darry replied with emphasis, "nowadays I barely have time for myself let alone someone else." "If you just sex then why the hell did you come to me," Danny shot back, "I obviously can't be of much help to you." He gestured to his injured leg. Darry looked at Danny's leg, then back to his face with a grunt. "That's not the only reason I came here," Darry argued, "I came over to see about you. I thought we were friends." "We've been friends since freshman year," Danny agreed, "and now I just think that we could move to the next level. We could be good together." "What makes you think you'd be good for me," Darry asked with narrowed eyes. Danny, quiet use to how Darry words things, was completely unaffected by what he just said and continued on. "I get you, maybe not as much as your brothers do but I understand you," Danny told him thinking of the last time he met Darry's two young brothers who he simply could not get enough of. "I know when your being an ass and when you being Darry," Danny said with smile. Despite his serious expression, Darry's mouth started to twitch up a little. "And I know how to get you talk about all of your bottled up feelings," Danny finished softly. Darry flinched at the word 'feelings'. He didn't want to talk about his feelings, he's a greaser! Showing feeling is a sign of weakness, and he can't afford to be weak at a time like this. He needed to support his brothers! But still… Darry looked over at his friend who was giving him a comforting look. Danny had been many firsts for him and Darry cared about him greatly. He always wondered what would happen if the two of them went further in their relationship but never pushed to more than it already was. "Relationships with me never last long," Darry told him, "I always get bored to easily and end up separating with whomever I'm with." Danny smiled in amusement and held his hand tighter. "How do you know it won't work if you don't try," Danny asked with a grin, "come on, Darry take a chance. I know you don't like doing it but I promise you won't." Darry sighed tiredly, he didn't what to do right now. All of this was so sudden. "Give me some time to think," Darry suggested, "and I'll get back to you." "Okay," Danny nodded happy that Darry was at least going to think about. That was better than nothing. "I better go," Darry stretched and slowly started to stand up. Before he left, Danny reached up and kissed Darry softly on the lips. "Catch you later Dare," Danny breathed softly. "Of course Truth," Darry replied back in the same manner, "and don't wear your leg out to much." "Oh, you know me Dare," Danny flexed his muscles, "I'm a fighter." Darry smirked and smacked him on the arm. "Whatever you say tough guy," Darry said teasingly. With one last look Darry left out of the house shutting the door behind him. With a sigh, Danny strained himself to focus to look away from the door and onto the television show he had neglected recently. "I love him too much," Danny whispered to himself sadly. … "Pony," Sodapop called out from the kitchen, "time for lunch." Walking into the kitchen, Ponyboy peered over his brother's shoulder to see what he was cooking. "Ahh," Sodapop protested pushing his brother to the table slightly, "wait until it's done." Gruntingly, Ponyboy sat down and waited his meal. "Here we go," Sodapop came out of the kitchen with two plates behind his back. Wary of the grin his brother was sporting, Ponyboy gave him a doubtful look. "What do you have," Ponyboy asked cautiously. "Okay, just play along," Sodapop waved at him before clearing his throat. "Do you like green eggs and ham?" (1) Ponyboy blinked up at him. "Say the next line," Sodapop urged, "I know you know this." "No," Ponyboy replied dryly. "Aw," Sodapop pouted and laid the plates down on the table, "ruin my fun why don't you?" Indeed, Sodapop did make some green eggs and ham. Ponyboy shook his head at his brother as he grabbed some utensils. Both of them sat at the dinner table eating their meal in comfortable silence. "So, um, those nightmares are getting better," Sodapop announced somewhat awkwardly. He was still ashamed to be having them. "They are," Ponyboy beamed at this brother happily, "that's great!" Sodapop blushed into his plate. "Are you sure though," Ponyboy asked in concern. He didn't want his brother rushing himself to get rid of them. It has to be a gradual process. "Yeah," Sodapop nodded, "I stopped sweating as much and I stopped waking up in a panic. I'm getting better." "Good," Ponyboy nodded enthusiastically. Sodapop gave his brother a skeptical look. "You look a little too happy about this," Sodapop poked his brother with his fork, "are you trying to get rid of me?" "No," Ponyboy denied adamantly smacking the fork away from him, "I'm just happy for you is all. And besides, we are getting a little too old to be still sharing a bed." Sodapop couldn't dispute that, he knew it was true. Just then, Darry walked in the door looking deep in thought. "Hm, lunch," Sodapop muffled through his bits. "Maybe later," was all Darry said before he went off into his room. Sodapop looked concerned for his brother. "What's wrong with him," Sodapop asked. "His date probably didn't go to well," Ponyboy answered with a shrug. "How do you know he went on a date," Sodapop turned to his younger brother clueless. "He wore his 'date shoes'," Ponyboy replied taking another bit of his eggs, "which are those really fancy ones with the straps on them." Sodapop 'hmed' and looked toward his brothers room. "I wonder if she said something wrong to him," Sodapop asked aloud. "It's a guy," Ponyboy told him undoubtedly. Sodapop looked at his brother in confusion. "I'm pretty sure it's a girl Ponyboy. I've never seen with any guys." "It's a guy," Ponyboy said with emphasis. "How do you know," Sodapop wondered. Ponyboy gave his brother a smirk. "I know a lot of things about you and Darry that you don't want me to know, a whole lot of things." With that, Ponyboy cleared his plate and went back into his room leaving Sodapop alone with his thoughts. "Why do I get the feeling I'm missing something," Sodapop asked to no one in particular. … "Tim, what are we doing," Curly asked as he followed his brother into a dark alley. "I got to talk to this drug dealer about something," Tim grunted not looking too happy about this meeting. "We're buying drugs," Curly asked in surprise. He knew his brothers smoked a lot of stuff, but he never let Curly in on it. "No," Tim snapped angrily, "he wants to ask me a favor." As Tim stopped walking, he made to lean on an alley wall. Curly, copying his brother, lit up a cigarette. "What do you him some money," Curly asked letting out a puff of smoke. "No," Tim snorted folding his arms, "but some of my boys buy shit from him. I guess he thinks that means I owe him something. Hearing footsteps, both Shepard brothers looked over to their left see a man in black approaching them. He had dirty looking tanned skin that made him look unclean and gritty. His hair was so untamed it almost seemed like someone just ran their hand all over it. His eyes we're pitch black that displayed nothing but anger and vengeance within them. "Wild Dog (2)," Tim called out quietly. Said drug dealer gave him an ugly grin and shook the elder Shepard brother's hand. "Good to see you came here Shepard," Wild Dog chuckled. "What do you want," Tim asked bluntly. "Quick to the point, I like that," Wild Dog said in amusement before he face turned dark. "Have you seen that son of a bitch Winston anywhere," Wild Dog snarled. Curly raised an eyebrow at him. Tim stared at him for a moment. "Why?" "Because he owes me an ass load of money that's why," Wild Dog growled. "He was one of your handlers," Tim assumed. Wild Dog nodded. "The cops always got there eye on me. So every time I got a stash I use give to him to hide for me." "So what happened," Tim wondered. "He ran off taking all my shit with him," Wild Dog replied angrily. Curly kept silent during this whole exchange taking in all this new information. I wonder if Ponyboy knew about this, Curly asked himself before shaking his head in disagreement. Naw, Curly smirked to himself, my babe is too innocent for this kind of mess. Tim, noticing his brother's change in facial expression, gave him a weird look before turning back to the enraged hood in front of him. "So what do this have to do with me," Tim asked looking incredibly bored, "I don't where Dallas is." "Aren't y'all friends," Wild Dog raised an eyebrow at him. Curly snorted at those words. Tim brief smirked at his brother in amusement. "No," Tim denied quickly. Hoods don't have friends, at least not in the sense he's taking about anyway. "Shit. I was hoping you could keep an eye out for me," Tim rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'll see what I can do. Just don't expect much from me." Wild Dog grinned and shook his hand gratitude. "Thanks man I owe," Wild Dog nodded before his face turned fierce again, "I need my drugs back. Somebody is going to pay if I don't get them back." … (1) Yes, Green Eggs and Ham was published in the early 60's believe it or not. I actually had to look it up and find out. (2) For more information on Wild Dog just look at chapter fourteen and twenty three of Life Choices.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. 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. 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