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) "It's probably nothing," Curly answered dryly. "Well, what is," Ponyboy questioned his curiosity getting the better of him. "Do you know a guy named Wild Dog?" (End Recap) (General POV) "W-What," Ponyboy stammered in shock. That was the last name he ever expected to hear again. (Flashback) Wild Dog twisted Ponyboy's head from side to side, much to his chagrin, looking into his eyes. He smirked widely seemingly find something in the young boy's eyes. "This kids still a virgin Winston," he observed turning back to Dally, "you ain't take this bitch yet." "Ah, fire," he exclaimed excitedly, "it's been a while since a bitch had the nerve to hit me." "Brave little thing aren't you," he taunted, "just the kind of bitch I'm looking for." (End Flashback) Fear gripped at Ponyboy's heart as he tried to repress the intimating images of his last encounter with that hood. Wild Dog is without a doubt one of the scariest people Ponyboy has ever had the misfortune to meet. Sure, Ponyboy has met rough hoods before, it's kind of hard not to when you live where he does, but none of them really get to him like Wild Dog does. The simple reason for this is because he is a dangerous unknown. Ponyboy not only has no idea what he's capable of, but also he also this look in his eye that seems to display a lack of sanity. Wild Dog leaves Ponyboy with a doubt that not even his brothers could protect him from that hoods wrath should he come for him. That alone terrifies him the most. "I said do you know a guy name Wild Dog," Curly repeated slowly. "N-No, n-never heard of him," Ponyboy stammered trying to lie tightening his grip on Tosh's leash. Tosh looked up at his owner quietly. As if knowing that he needed comfort, Tosh laid his head on Ponyboy's leg rubbing on it slightly. Curly raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll take that as a yes," Curly replied after a while. "I don't want to talk about it," Ponyboy shook his head and tried to walk back to his house with Tosh in toe. Unfortunately, Curly stood in front of him blocking his path. Ripping Tosh's leash away from Ponyboy, Curly secured the line of rope on a street light. Once that was done, Curly turned back to Ponyboy. "Ponyboy, answer my question," Curly ordered with narrowed eyes. A little known fact about Curly, just like Ponyboy, is a very curious person. However, unlike Ponyboy, Curly is very demanding about the things he wants to know and is always determined to have his questions answered (regardless if people want to answer them or not). "How do you even know about him," Ponyboy asked attempting to distract his friend. "My brother and I met up with him today," Curly answered simply. "Your brother wanted some drugs," Ponyboy questioned before he could stop himself. "So you know he's a drug dealer," Curly eyes pierced into Ponyboy's. Dammit Ponyboy, now he'll never leave you alone, Ponyboy berated himself. "It's late," Ponyboy pointed out moving past his friend to get his little Dalmatian puppy, "and I'm going home. Come on Tosh." He was stopped once again by Curly grabbing his wrist and pulling him close. "Curly please," Ponyboy pleaded not wanting this escalate more than it already has, "I promise I'll tell you tomorrow." Curly snorted and tighten his grip on Ponyboy's wrist. "You'll tell me right now." Before Ponyboy could say anything else, Curly threw him onto grass behind them. Climbing on top of Ponyboy, Curly held the young greasers wrists above his head. Curly stared down at his friends face blankly. Their bodies were mere inches away from each other. If either of them were to move in the slightest they would connect with one another. "You're not getting up until you tell me how you know Wild Dog," Curly said dryly. Tosh was watching this display in what can be thought of as bemusement. He didn't look shocked or frighten by this development in the slightest. In fact, he opted to just ignore them and play with grass. Ponyboy blushed and looked up at his friend. Even though this situation wasn't exactly playing in his favor, Ponyboy couldn't help but think of fond memories right now. This was the position Curly always use to hold him in whenever they played games like hide'n'seek or tag. As a matter of fact, Ponyboy remember Curly putting him in this position whenever they played any game together, even when playing board games. Weird, Ponyboy thought to himself. He'll have to ask Curly about that later. He was brought of his thoughts by Curly fully putting his weight on Ponyboy almost crushing him. Ponyboy moaned, his facing reddening even more in embarrassment. "Please," Ponyboy gasped softly looking up at his friend with half lidded eyes. As if not hearing him, Curly reached down and brought his mouth to Ponyboy's ear. "Just answer my question," Curly whispered to him, his voice sending shivers down Ponyboy's spine. Before I violate you on this lawn, Curly said to himself thinking of every unsexy thought imaginable in order to keep his erection down. Sadly, he wasn't having that great of luck. "He was just some hood Dally use to hang out with," Ponyboy answered. "I know that," Curly told him. Ponyboy looked flabbergasted. "You knew that Wild Dog and Dallas knew each other? Then why did you pin me down and demanded an answer from me," Ponyboy asked angrily. "Why not," Curly shrugged. "What," Ponyboy blinked looking clueless. "I wasn't asking how Winston and Wild Dog knew each other," Curly replied ignoring what Ponyboy just said, "I was asking how you know him." Ponyboy sighed worried how his friend was going to take this. Even though there was the obvious question floating around in Curly's head but he simply refused to believe that it could be true. "Did…you and Winston…" "I didn't take any drugs," Ponyboy quickly voiced. Curly inwardly let out the bated breath he was holding in. At least he doesn't have to go out on a murderous rampage trying to find Winston. Yet. "But I did find out that Dally was helping Wild Dog with them," Ponyboy added. "Found out," Curly raised an eyebrow down at him, "how did that happen?" "I really don't want to say," Ponyboy replied quietly looking away from him. Curly growled and roughly thrust the lower part of his body onto Ponyboy's. Ponyboy squealed in shock and looked up at his friend in mortification. "Didn't I say you're not getting up until you answer my questions," Curly scowled down at him getting annoyed. Ponyboy huffed and glared up at his friend. "You're lucky that my arms are pinned," Ponyboy grunted, "otherwise I could easily fight you off." Curly's scowl turned into a smirk at those words. He didn't have to say anything, his words where in his expression. "I could," Ponyboy proclaimed. Curly continued to smirk at him. "Jerk," Ponyboy said pouting a little bit. "Just answer the damn question," Curly replied chuckling slightly. "Well, one day Johnny…" Curly unconsciously let out a growl at Cade's name. In his world, Cade didn't exist and he like it that way. Him being brought up sends anger all through his body. …and I were hanging out and town and saw Dally go into an alley with someone. We followed him and found him talking to Wild Dog." "And that's how you found out about the drugs," Curly finished for him nodded his head. No, Ponyboy said to himself but wouldn't dare say out loud. He didn't want to think what would happen if Curly found out how he really found out about the drugs. "How did he act around you," Curly questioned suspiciously as if sensing that Wild Dog treated his friend less than politely. "He, um, kept calling me a bitch," Ponyboy said cautiously, "and trying to 'convince' me to consider, um, 'dating' him." "He what," Curly snarled lowly. Nobody treats Ponyboy like some common street whore and gets away with it! Ponyboy nodded reluctantly. "Why that ugly, backwards cu…" "Why did he want to meet up with you and your brother," Ponyboy asked trying to distract his friend from going on a tirade of angry swear words. "Huh," Curly had to shake himself out of his anger. "He wanted to find Winston and get back all the drugs he stole," Curly answered. Curly raised an eyebrow at the fearful look on Ponyboy's face. "What's wrong," Curly asked allowing some concern to seep out of his voice. Ponyboy whimpered to himself. Curly, noticing the frightened look on his friends face, furrowed his brow and looked down at Ponyboy in confusion. "Uh babe, you wouldn't happen to know where Winston…" "He scares me," Ponyboy blurted out. The tone of Ponyboy's voice caused Tosh to jump up from where he was laying on the grass in alarm. Curly blinked down at him. "Who Wild Dog? Why,' Curly asked with a shrug, "it's not like that he's any different from any other drug dealer from around here." I don't know much about any of the other drug dealers around here, but he's the only that could be after me, is what Ponyboy thought to himself snidely. "I just got a bad feeling when I met him," Ponyboy admitted, "I felt like he could just change my life for the worst, that worries me." After hearing those words, Curly instantly felt his protective side rise up. With a heavy sigh, Curly got off of Ponyboy and made for him to lie on his side. Without complaint, Ponyboy leaned his head on Curly's shoulder snuggling up to him. "That hood ain't gonna do nothing to you,' Curly reassured his friend staring aimlessly down the street. "How do you know that," Ponyboy asked quietly. "I won't let him," Curly told as if it was obvious, "if he even tried to touch so much as a hair on your head he's as good as dead." Even though Ponyboy did trust Curly greatly, he was still a little doubtful of him taking on some like Wild Dog. "You don't think I can take him can you," Curly accused looking down at his friend with narrowed eyes. "No Curly," Ponyboy protested leaning his head up, "it's not that I don't think you can fight Wild Dog it's just that…" "You don't think I can take Wild Dog," Curly finished for him. Ponyboy blushed apologetically in response. "Ya know babe, size and age aren't everything," Curly informed him, "if I got the right drive I can beat anybody's ass." "Even if it's an unfair fight," Ponyboy questioned. Curly grinned enthusiastically. "Those are my favorite type of fights," Curly snickered, "it just makes winning all that sweeter when all I have is my fists and the other guy pulls out a knife." "How many times has that happened to you," Ponyboy asked eagerly his fear of Wild Dog leaving him for the time being. Ponyboy always remembered that this was one of the many things Curly was able to do for him, distract him from his worries. Curly looked away and pretended to count in his head. "I don't know maybe four or five times," Curly bragged, "a year. It's not that big of deal once you get used to it." Ponyboy narrowed his eyes playfully in suspicion. "Are you lying to me," Ponyboy accused lowly. Curly gasped and feigned a hurt look. "I'm hurt Ponyboy," Curly shook his head in shame, "honestly, when have I ever lied to you about something I did?" Ponyboy snorted and began to count on his fingers. "Well, there was that time you lied and said you took on an rabid dog; the time you said you took on a twenty Socs at once; the time you told me that you jumped off of top of the highest building in Tulsa, and lived; the time you told me you took on the Blob…" "Hey, now that last one was true," Curly protested. "Curly that wasn't the Blob that was your aunt," Ponyboy sighed. "That thing is way too fat to be human," Curly denied, "and it tried to strangle me." "She was trying to hug you," Ponyboy argued chuckling a little bit. "I still say it was trying to absorb me in its fat," Curly mumbled bitterly. Ponyboy hold in his laughter any more. He clutched his sides snugly letting out his happy laughter. "Feeling better," Curly asked him. After collecting himself, Ponyboy nodded and looked up at his friend gratefully. Now he had a chance to relax his fears had lessened slightly. "I knew you would," Curly looked smugly satisfied with himself, "you just worry about yourself and I'll watch out for Wild Dog." "Alright," Ponyboy nodded, "but just don't tell him that we know each other okay?" "Don't worry," Curly waved off his friend's concerns, "I know when to keep my mouth shut. He'll never know you exist in Shepard world." Ponyboy nodded putting his trust in Curly. Just then, the young greaser eyes widened in fear once again. "Oh crap," Ponyboy groaned. "What is now," Curly asked in alarm. "How long have we been out here," Ponyboy hurriedly stood up, "my brothers are going to kill me for being out so late." "Calm down," Curly rolled his eyes at him, "I'm sure they won't go crazy for you being out a little late." "Yes they will," Ponyboy nodded enthusiastically running over to the tree Tosh was tied to and taking him off it. "Come on, we have to go," Ponyboy urged Curly almost jogging in place. He would have tried to run but Tosh would not have been able to keep up. "I don't run unless I think it's necessary to," Curly told him smartly, "so if you don't mind I'm gonna talk my time." "Jerk," Ponyboy huffed before proceeding to speed walk home. "Hey Ponyboy," Curly called out to his friend as he starting to get a ways away. "Not now Curly," Ponyboy cried out not even turning around to look at him. "I got a caramel chocolate bar for you," Curly shouted to him taking out the bar from his pants pocket. "Curly I told you…chocolate?" Picking up Tosh in his arms, Ponyboy raced back to Curly and snatched the chocolate bar away from him. "Thank you," Ponyboy smiled at him sweetly and tore open the bars wrapper. Curly couldn't hold in his smirk of satisfaction as Ponyboy started walking at his pace once again. "Oh, so this is what I felt in your pants when we were on the ground," Ponyboy said happily chomping on his chocolate bar. Curly had to retrain himself at guffawing at his naïve friend. "Yes Ponyboy that is what you were feeling," Curly told him with his mouth steadily twitching, "the chocolate bar." "Hm," Ponyboy took a moment to inspect it, "it looks smaller than what I felt though." "Fuck yeah it does," Curly snapped angrily as if Ponyboy fully understood the entirety of what he was saying. "Huh," Ponyboy looked at his friend innocently. "Uh, never mind we're here," Curly pointed to Ponyboy's house. Ponyboy whimpered and held onto Tosh harder. "Don't worry babe," Curly rubbed his shoulder comfortably, "you'll be fine." Walking up to the door, Ponyboy cautiously opened it to see both of his brother sitting on the couch looking worried. "Good luck," was all Curly said before he took off snatching Tosh up with him. "Curly," Ponyboy called out to him. "I'll call you later," Curly gave him a teasing smirk as he walked off with Tosh tucked underneath his arm. "Ponyboy." Said greaser winced at the stern tone in his oldest brother's voice. "You just missed Curly," Ponyboy pointed out the door, "seriously he just ran away from the house. He took Tosh with him to." "We heard him," Darry told him, "but that's not the point. Ponyboy, you know you're not supposed go out alone without telling somebody." "But you weren't here and Soda was gone," Ponyboy protested pointing to his brother how had just dropped his concern look to staring at the item in Ponyboy's hand. "Somebody had to take Justin home," Ponyboy argued, "and I figured that since he's my friend it might as well be me." Darry knew that Ponyboy had a point, but that didn't excuse the fact that he broke a rule and should be punished for it. "You're grounded for a week," Darry ordered. Ponyboy withheld himself for letting out a groaned arguing to himself that a one week grounding is better than what it could have been. "Fine," Ponyboy nodded. "Yep," Sodapop nodded standing up and walking toward his brother, "your grounded starting right now. You know what that means right?" Both Ponyboy and Darry had clueless looks on their faces. Sodapop held out his hand expectantly. "No more sweets," Sodapop ordered, "so hand over that chocolate bar." Ponyboy gave his brother a blank look. Slowly, he started to bring the chocolate bar to his mouth. "Oh Darry he wants another week," Sodapop said accusingly. "Soda leave your little brother alone before you get grounded," Darry told him sternly, "now both of you get ready to go to bed." And with that Darry left the living and went into his own room. Soda pouted and folded his arms childishly. "I want some chocolate," Sodapop gave his younger brother a puppy dog stare. Ponyboy snorted and took a huge bite of his snack. "Hey," Sodapop protested. "You can't use my own weapon against me," Ponyboy shook his head at his brother in mock shame. "Boys," the two of them heard Darry cry out. "Sorry Darry," they both said in unison making their way to Soda's room. "Next time I have some chocolate I'm not sharing with you," Sodapop glared at his younger brother. Ponyboy snorted at him. "Sure you will, one stare and I'll have the whole thing," Ponyboy smirked, "it's the privilege of being the youngest sibling." "That's not fair," Sodapop complained. "Such is life," Ponyboy snickered. "Boys!" 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