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… (Brief Recap) Blushing, Ponyboy stared up into Bruce's blue eyes as he stared down at him. The young greaser could see Bruce's eye darting from his eyes to his lips and he wondered what was going to happen, and if he wanted to stop it. "What the hell is this?" Both Ponyboy and Bruce's heads snapped up to see Curly standing a little ways away from them, his eyes burning with anger. "Who the fuck are you?" Curly snarled. (End Recap) (General POV) When Curly walked outside this morning he was greeted with birds chirping, the sun shining down at him from the sky, and nice warm weather. In short, Curly hated today. He had left his house in order to find something to do, and because there was nothing good on TV. Lately Curly's been feeling sort of restless, but he couldn't explain why though. The only reason he could think of was his lack of sex as of late. For the first time in his life he hasn't been able to "turn it on" so to speak. Curly didn't have the slightest clue what was going on. Every time he tries to get with someone it's like an invisible force is stopping him from acting on his lust. To be honest it was kind of creeping him out. "Ponyboy." Curly could here Adam's extremely annoying voice echoing through his mind with an answer. Why couldn't he leave him alone with the Ponyboy thing? Curly refused to believe that Ponyboy had anything to do with his lack of sex lately. He used to have sex with tons of people while he was "with" Ponyboy so why should them not being "together" affect him in any way. He had been walking around aimlessly, just looking for something to mess with or some people to taunt when he spotted a group of greaser's a couple feet away from him. By the looks of things they were playing a nice friendly game of football with each other. Curly felt it was his duty to break this up. Stomping in their direction with a smirk on his lips and his head held high, Curly went in their direction. Whatever Curly was about to say or do however left the curly haired hoods lips as he spotted a couple on a bench. The curly haired boy was on top of a very small greaser, but not just any small greaser, Ponyboy. He couldn't see the boy on top of Ponyboy's face so he didn't recognize him from his hair but that didn't matter. The fact that he was that close to Ponyboy alone was enough to set a fire burning within him. Their lips were dangerously close to one another, it looked like they were going to kiss. That was when Curly snapped. "What the hell is this?" Curly shouted staring daggers at the pair looking angry beyond belief. As soon as their heads snapped up though, shock quickly replaced his anger for brief moment as he caught site of the curly haired boys face. They looked exactly alike. Of all things, confusion was prominent on his face as Curly couldn't believe that something like this was happening. How couldn't this guy look like him? Why does this guy look exactly like him? "Who the fuck are you?" Curly snarled his confusion fueling his anger. He looked between this boy and Ponyboy and wondered how they knew each other, which also brought him to his original point. "Well this is…something new," The curly haired boy said, who Curly could note with a very obvious country accent. If Bruce noticed the glare Curly was giving him, it certainly didn't affect him in the slightest. Who it did affect however was Ponyboy. The young greaser did not like that scorching look in his object of affections eyes. Putting himself in front of Bruce, Ponyboy tried to calm Curly down by concealing what was causing his anger. However by moving in front of Bruce, in an obvious protective gesture, he made Curly even angrier. "Um, hi Curly," Ponyboy waved at him awkwardly before gesturing between the two look alikes, "Bruce this is Curly, Curly this is Bruce." Curly choose not to say anything in response while Bruce just smiled and nodded his head politely. It seemed that an awkward kind of stare down was commencing between the two curly haired teen. Curly who was still staring at Bruce with a look of pure hatred on his face, and Bruce was staring back curiously at him. Ponyboy looked back and forth at two of them silently. Now that these two were in range of each other he could see a couple differences that may not be visible at first glance. For starters, Curly was slightly taller than Bruce, it seemed that the country teen came just a little bit to Curly's forehead. Bruce on the other hand had more muscles that Curly, which makes sense because of how much work Bruce does on his farm, though it is not to say that Curly is scrawny or weak by any means in comparison. And as he noted before, their eyes and facial expressions were completely different. Bruce's eyes were kind and gentler while Curly's were hard and tough, but in this neighborhood yours eyes had to be like that. Ponyboy thought both of them looked amazing, if the blush that was currently on his was anything to do by. However, he still didn't like the silence between the three of them. Maybe all of them could friends. The young greaser doesn't see any reason why Curly couldn't like Bruce and vice versa. Yes, Ponyboy knew that he was being extremely naïve right now but at the moment he just didn't care. "Curly, Bruce and his dad own a farm not that far out of town," Ponyboy said to the curly haired hood trying to start up a conversation, "it's a really beautiful place. You really have to see it, it has-" "Shut the hell up you idiot," Curly snapped at the young greaser not really mad at him but just hating that he seemed to be gushing about this Bruce guy so much. Ponyboy winced at the tone and his mood immediately deflated. It was just like old times, nothing had changed. "Sorry," Ponyboy replied softly holding his head down. "Hey now, there's no need to be rude is there," Bruce said coming to Ponyboy's defense as he saw Ponyboy hurt by his look alike's words. "Hey now, shut up," Curly said imitating Bruce's tone in a mocking fashion. Even though he wasn't showing it, Bruce did not like Curly in the slightest bit. There is just something about him that rubbed the curly haired boy the wrong. Not to mention that he has an idea about how him and Ponyboy know each other. "Come on now, do you really want to upset Ponyboy over here," Bruce asked wrapping an arm around the young greaser's waist, "such a pretty face shouldn't be seen looking so distraught don't you agree?" As soon as Bruce saw Curly's eyes trailed down to where he and Ponyboy were connected, he knew his hunch was correct. He knew that Curly was the one that hurt the young greaser like he mentioned before and he was the reason why it was so hard for him to be around Bruce the first time met. Bruce felt like he had to teach this guy a lesson, teach him no one hurts his Ponyboy and gets away with it. The young greaser in question was blushing beside Bruce. He wondered what the curly haired teen was doing. Why was he getting so close to him for seemingly no reason? Then again, Bruce has been doing this since they first met so he shouldn't be this surprised (though he's never done this in front of others before) "What are you trying to say clone boy?" Curly asked with his eye twitching slightly and his hands shaking. Bruce had to fight to keep the smug grin off his face. This was going to be easier than he thought. "That we should both get along," Bruce squeezed Ponyboy's waist causing said boy to squeak, "for Ponyboy's sake." Curly was seething inwardly, he couldn't believe the nerve of this guy to just appear out of nowhere and tell him how he should be acting. This Bruce kid was really trying the curly haired hoods nerves. "Look clone boy, I don't need you to tell me what to do," Curly told him with a glare, "I know how to act." As soon as Ponyboy saw Bruce snorted at Curly's words he knew indefinitely that a fight was going to break out. What kind of fight you might ask? Ponyboy couldn't tell you but knew it wasn't going to be pretty. "Do you have something else to say?" Curly asked with a strained face looking as if he would like nothing more than to run over to him and punch Bruce in the face. "With the way you treat Ponyboy I doubt you do know how to act," Bruce replied staring back at the curly haired hood blankly. It was amazing, it was truly amazing, the more this guy talked the more Curly came to completely losing his sanity. If somebody didn't shut up this smart talking county idiot he was going to himself. "You got some nerve kid, some fucking nerve," Curly said chuckling darkly as he cracked his knuckles. Ponyboy at this point couldn't decide whether Bruce was really brave or really stupid. For some reason he just keeps taunting Curly as if he wants to fight him. That couldn't be right though, he barely knows Curly. "From what I've heard you have a tendency to hurt Ponyboy, a lot," Bruce argued shooting Ponyboy a look before turning back to Curly with a stern look on his face, "What kind of friend are you?" "We're not friends," Curly retorted immediately correcting other curly haired boy before he could stop himself. This caused all of them, including Curly, to become confused. The curly haired hood didn't know what possessed him to correct his look alike about that fact but he did. Curly didn't know why but he didn't like the prospect of being friends with Ponyboy, it just didn't seem right to him. Ponyboy was staring at Curly trying to analyze his words. He didn't know if what he said was a good or a bad thing. If he didn't want to be friends that means that Curly could want to be more than that. On the other hand that could mean that he didn't want anything to do with Ponyboy, something that hurt the young greaser right to his core. He'd rather be friends with Curly than not be with him at all. Bruce on the other hand was looking back at Ponyboy and Curly with narrowed eyes. Curly had just claimed that the two of them weren't friends, well if they weren't friends then what the hell were they because they obviously had some kind of relationship with one another. Maybe they were…lovers? The country teen shook his head in protest. He couldn't believe that his precious Ponyboy would fall for…this guy! It must be because he looks just like him, that must be the only reason Ponyboy's attracted to this creep. "And what exactly is your relationship?" Bruce couldn't help but ask. "None of your damn business," Curly sneered at this uppity country bumpkin. "The relationship isn't too good if you think you can just hurt Ponyboy and get away with it," Bruce shot back at him. "That's it," Curly snapped having finally had enough. Ponyboy's eyes widened as he saw Curly stomping to them. As Bruce tried to pushing him behind him, Ponyboy rushed past him and ran to stop Curly (despite Bruce trying to get him to stop). As Ponyboy ran in front of him putting his hands on his chest in protest, Curly stopped where he stood. "Please don't fight," Ponyboy pleaded at the curly haired boy in front of him knowing good and well that if Curly really wanted to get past him he would. Sure, he could hold his own in a fight but not again someone like Curly. As Curly stared down into Ponyboy's eyes he felt control over his anger come back to him. Usually in a fight he lets himself lose all control but this time he could now feel himself coming back down to earth. This power of control, something obviously given to him by Ponyboy, was something that he just couldn't explain. He was confused, but this time not without some kind of explanation. The curly haired hood turned back to his look alike who seemed to be silently seething at him. Something Curly took great pleasure in. "Listen you backwards idiot," Curly said in an angry but much tamer voice than before, "mine and Ponyboy's relationship is none of your business you hear? So just mind your own business and stop bothering us." Ponyboy flushed looking up at Curly with a flicker a hope that had disappeared in the last couple days. Curly acknowledged that he and Ponyboy have some kind of relationship, that they have a connection of sorts. He must have changed his mind about the two of them in the last couple of days otherwise he would have just blown off Bruce asking about their relationship and just ignored him. Curly, who felt Ponyboy's hands unconsciously clenching on his chest, looked down at Ponyboy who was staring at him with what Curly could only assumed was affection. It still made him a little wary but he could work around it. "Don't squeeze my rough pecs," Curly told him as he puffed out his chest toward him at the same time. Ponyboy chuckled now smiling up at the curly haired hood. He never heard Curly joke before, it felt good to hear. He could see the corner of Curly's mouth twitching slightly which made his smile brighter. Meanwhile, Bruce was watching the two of them with a heated gaze. He felt that he had to keep Ponyboy away from this guy, he was going to be nothing but trouble for him (just looking at him told him of this fact). In corner of his eyes he could see that the gang had just finished up their football game and were making their over here where all of their stuff was. This caused a sinister idea to pop into Bruce's head. "Oh, so I know what your deal is," Bruce nodded at Curly knowingly looking quite sure of himself. Curly looked thoroughly annoyed at his look alike interrupting whatever kind of moment him and Ponyboy were having. He pushed past Ponyboy, who had completely forgotten the reason he had been standing in front of the curly haired hood in the first place, and got directly in Bruce's face. "What did you say clone boy?" Curly narrowed his eyes at him warningly just daring him to say something he didn't like. Bruce inwardly smirked as he could hear the gang approaching them further. He leaned over and whispered what he had to say to Curly in his ear. "Ponyboy use to be your little bitch didn't he?" Bruce said to the other curly haired teen with a smirk. Bruce didn't even have time to be shocked as he was tackled to the ground and barraged with punches. He was barely able to defend himself as Curly came at him with uninmanageable blind fury. "Curly," Ponyboy gasped running over trying to pry him off of Bruce. He didn't know what was said between them, nor did know who said what, but he knew it had to be bad if Curly was this angry. The gang had come up to them right as Curly had tackled the curly haired country boy. Most of the gang stood and just watched the fight, finding it amusing, while Sodapop and Darry ran over to try and help their brother. "Get off him Shepard," Sodapop hissed pushing said hood away from Bruce separating the two of them. As Curly was thrown to the ground was able to gain his back his baring's but still continued to glare over at his look alike. He couldn't tell you why what Bruce said set him off so bad but he couldn't help but snap at him. Curly hated that Bruce called Ponyboy a little bitch even though he pretty much has been treating him that way for a while. Aside from that though, he's never verbally called Ponyboy anything like that and that was what ticked him off. "You fucking ass," Curly snarled getting up to go at Bruce again but was stopped as Ponyboy put stood in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Curly don't fight him," Ponyboy pleaded feeling a sense of déjà vu but didn't care too much about it at the moment. Bruce, as he was helped up by Darry, looked over at Curly and Ponyboy with a pointed stare. He could see the young greaser's brothers staring at the curly haired hood with distrustful eyes telling him that he's about to get what he wanted. "Ponyboy get away him," Sodapop ordered stomping over to the two of them and dragging Ponyboy over to the gang much to his protest. Curly froze as he saw the unwelcome looks he was getting from Ponyboy's gang and knew that he wasn't wanted here. "Whatever," Curly scoffed, not wanting to stay near his look alike any longer and started walking off. In the corner of his eyes he saw Ponyboy looking back at him longingly but tried to ignore it. It wasn't working out to well. "How often do you hang out with that Shepard kid?" Sodapop asked of his brother as he had an arm around his brother's shoulder walking with him back home with the gang walking a little slower behind them. "I don't really hang out with him," Ponyboy replied lowly not wanting to talk about this but he didn't have that much of a choice, "I just see him and his friends around the neighborhood sometimes that's all." Sodapop grunted not even liking the sound of Ponyboy seeing him around. "You should stay away from him Ponyboy," Sodapop advised his little brother sternly, "hoods like him are nothing but trouble." "Like the rest of us," Ponyboy said trying to make a joke out of this but saw no laughter in his brother's eyes. "No Ponyboy," Sodapop shook his head, "the bad kind of trouble, the kind of trouble that can get out killed. Hoods in Shepard's gang aren't people you should mess with." Ponyboy tried to think of something to talk his brother of what he was saying but couldn't think of anything. What he was saying was true, the Shepard gang was notorious in this neighborhood for causing the most trouble, doing the most drugs, and carrying the most weapons. They truly were a force to be reckoned with. Ponyboy didn't necessarily think of Curly's gang when he thought of Curly though (as strange as that might sound). Sure he was aware, or rather he heard, of the things the curly haired hood has done for his gang but he never held those things against him. He's always looked at Curly as an individual and has treated him as such. Unfortunately, in this neighborhood at least, you are judged by your gang and how they act. Ponyboy guessed it was just a way of keeping some kind of order in this environment. The young greaser looked back to see how his eldest brother was responding to Sodapop's words, because despite what he said it's Darry that always had the final say. Unfortunately he wasn't able to tell if Darry disagreed with anything Sodapop said. And since disagreement is one of the few things that Darry visually shows on his face he could assume that he was one Sodapop's side on this one. Bruce was trying to his best of conceal his grin of triumph. He couldn't believe it was this easy to get Ponyboy's brothers to dislike that Curly kid. He only said what he did about Ponyboy in the hopes of getting the curly haired hood angry to show his bad side to Ponyboy's brothers. He knew such a violent and seemingly sporadic act would not sit well with the two overprotective older brothers. While he was definitely proud of what he did, Bruce had to admit he hated himself for calling Ponyboy a bitch. He knew that the young greaser had far more class than that and he deserved some respect. Regardless of what he did with Curly, Bruce didn't think of Ponyboy that way (even though it pains him to think of Ponyboy being with anyone else beside him in an intimate way). He actually thought of Ponyboy as being as misguided. He knew people like Ponyboy, people that never think their good enough, that always settle for second best because that's what they think they deserve. Well, Bruce wasn't going to let Ponyboy think like that anymore. He was going to make Ponyboy his. …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. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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