Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
… (General POV) Ponyboy was, for lack of a better word, stumped. He honestly didn't know what to think at the moment. That incident with Curly and Bruce in the park was running through his mind every time he closed his eyes. He just couldn't shake off the image of not only the two of them that close together but them fighting. Curly was also invading his thoughts (not that he ever left them) again. The way he acted was so different from how he usually is daily. Curly was never one for jokes or for playing around with people but he indeed was doing those things with him in the park. Maybe it was a sign that the curly haired teen was changing? Ponyboy honestly couldn't tell you but his hope for the moment was being renewed. "I'm thinking too much," Ponyboy said to himself laying his head down on his desk. He didn't think he could get any homework done right now anyway. (Flashback) Ponyboy was gleefully running around in a field. His parents had taken his brothers and him out for the day for a little rest and relaxation. Sodapop and Darry were somewhere trying to catch a few fish with their dad while their mother was watching Ponyboy from afar. The five year old Ponyboy loved days like this, days where he doesn't have to worry about school or bullies or anything of the like. It was just him, nature, and nothing else. Ponyboy rolled around in the grass laughing to himself as he felt the narrows leaves tickle his face. He stopped rolling as he collided with something colliding with his back. Ponyboy didn't know what it was due to it feeling too soft to be a rock of some kind but too rough to just be a simple patch of dirt. Ponyboy turned and was surprised to see it was his curly haired friend once again. "Hi," Ponyboy smiled waving at the boy excitedly. He always had a smile on his face when he sees his friend. The boy just smiled back at him as he laid beside Ponyboy on the grass. The two were so close to each other that they could here each other breathing. However, neither of them minded and in fact embraced their closeness. It was at this time Ponyboy inspected the curly haired boys face analyzing his features. Sure, he's looking at his face before but he never paid that much attention to detail before now. He examined his hairs, eyes, cheeks, lips, and even his eyes. Eyes… Ponyboy gasped causing the curly haired boy to lean his head back slightly. The smile on Ponyboy's face was welcoming but it was slightly weird. "I never noticed the color of your eyes before," Ponyboy proclaimed in shock, "they looked very nice." The curly haired boy raised an eyebrow at him but nodded nonetheless. "It's a very nice shade of…" (End Flashback) Ponyboy awoke from his sleep with a shock. He didn't even realize that he had started to go to sleep while doing his homework. With a tired groan he peeled off the piece of paper that had stuck to his face and whipped off the drool from his mouth. "What a weird dream," Ponyboy commented to himself with a yawn and while stretching himself out. The young greaser packed up his books deciding to continue his homework at a later time when he wasn't so tired and thinking of Curly. He honestly didn't know why he was dreaming about Curly, again. He was a least grateful he was thinking about the hoods eyes instead of, um, other things. Ponyboy didn't know why he was obsessing over Curly's eyes this time. Even though he does love them, despite their cold and dark appearance, he's never really thought too much about them before. That was until Bruce came around giving him one of the few ways to tell the two of them apart. The young greaser was never good with remembering or even noticing a person's eye color. He just didn't pay that much attention to people he guessed. Ponyboy even figured out that was why he woke up while he was talking about Curly's eyes when he was younger, he doesn't even remember looking that much into his eyes. That sounded ridiculous even to Ponyboy because Curly's eyes have always been brown, it's not like they changed when he was younger. "Oh, enough of this," Ponyboy grumbled to himself grabbing his coat and walking out of his room. Ponyboy finally decided to stop thinking so much and just go out and refresh his brain. "I'm going out," Ponyboy announced as he left the house knowing that there shouldn't be any problem with him leaving at that the moment. "Don't forget your curfew," Darry called out to him. "I won't," Ponyboy responded before walking out of the house and along the sidewalk. Ponyboy had been walking for about thirty minutes just enjoying the scenery and trying to relax himself, that is until he was pushed down by a guy sprinting past him. "Oh shit," Adam said who the guy was revealed to be as he noticed that he hit Ponyboy. He ran over to help the young greaser. "Thanks," Ponyboy said accepting the hand and pulling himself up, "I'm fine." "Sorry about that Ponyboy," Adam apologized rubbing the back of his head, "I'm late for something my families planning at my house." "It's okay, no harm done," Ponyboy reassured him with a shrug. As he went to continue his walked he was stopped once again. "So what are you out here for?" Adam asked trying to make conversation and to also see what's been up with Curly. Lately the curly haired hood was being more distant and angry that he usually is. "Just trying to clear my head of all the weird Curly related thoughts I've been having," Ponyboy answered honestly since he knew he didn't have to lie about any of this to Adam. "Like what?" Adam asked curiously. Ponyboy told him about the dream he just had and about the whole eye thing. This left Adam feeling, for lack of a better word, stumped. "Wow, that's really weird," Adam responded after a while awkwardly not really knowing how to respond. Ponyboy just silently nodded in response. "So you don't remember Curly's eye color from back in the day," Adam summarized for the young greaser. "I was a little kid back then, I can't remember everything," Ponyboy pointed with a pout thinking Adam was making fun of him. "Weird," Adam said with a grin, "could you imagine if it wasn't Curly?" If it wasn't… Ponyboy eyes widened in horror. What if it wasn't Curly? What if the curly haired boy that had always been so helpful and kind to him when they were younger was Bruce? That's impossible though because Bruce lives a good ways away from here, he would have had no reason to show up as much as he did and help him out. Then again, Bruce said that he did love the city he could have just been taken here by his parents or just snuck over here. Ponyboy shook his head in denial. He refused to believe that Bruce could be the person that he had fallen in love with all those years ago. It's always been Curly, no one but Curly. But would it be so bad? Would it be terrible for Bruce secretly be the person he's always been in love with this whole time. Maybe… "No!" Ponyboy shouted aloud. This caused Adam to jump not only psychically but out of his own thoughts as well. He had been thinking about what Ponyboy told him about his and Curly's past. From the way Ponyboy described Curly when he was younger, you wouldn't think they were the same person. He was kind, patient, protective, sweet and a couple other things you wouldn't associate with Curly Shepard. Adam didn't know Curly or Ponyboy when he was younger so he didn't know if any of what the young greaser said was is true but it did help explain why Ponyboy's so interested in him. If by some chance all of what Ponyboy's is saying to him is true, then what happened to Curly to change him so much? People don't just go from kind and nice to uncaring and cruel for no reason. "What the matter Little Pones?" Adam finally asked his friend noticing him looking quite disturbed. "It might not be Curly," Ponyboy mumbled incoherently. "What?" Adam said as he couldn't hear him. "The person from my dream might not be Curly," Ponyboy proclaimed loudly, "it's hard to tell without the eye color." "Huh?" Adam raised an eyebrow at him putting a hand on his shoulder, "What the hell are you talking about Ponyboy? Unless Curly's got some long lost twin then I don't see how you can be wrong about this?" Ponyboy moved his feet around awkwardly. "Curly kind of does have someone that looks like him. There not twins but they look really similar." "Really?" Adam asked him unbelievingly as he couldn't believe that someone looked that much like Curly. Ponyboy huffed at the disbelieving tone of his friend. If there was one thing he hated it was being thought of as a liar. "I'll prove it to you," Ponyboy grunted grabbing Adam by the arm, much to his shock, and started to drag him down the street. "Why do I have the feeling that this isn't going to be good?" Adam mumbled to himself as he was pulled against his will. Ponyboy had got the both of them to the Montgomery farm relatively quickly, mostly because he was running to due pure frustration. "We're here," Ponyboy announced to a half-dead looking Adam who was trying to catch his breath from all the running he had been forced to do. Leaning downward with his hands on his knees, Adam looked around the premises and saw active farm life and an assortment of animals. "How nice," Adam replied dryly standing up as he finally caught his breath, "a petting zoo, just the place I wanted to go to." Ponyboy rolled his eyes and started pushing Adam further into the farm being careful not to disturb any of the animals. "Little Pones, what are you trying to prove by bringing me here? Are you saying that one of these animals looks like Curly?" Adam grinned at his own joke, "I mean, I know he can act a bit crazy sometimes but that doesn't mean-" Adam gapped as he saw a familiar, yet unfamiliar, face walk out of a barn. It was Curly, or at least it looked like Curly or maybe it is Curly or maybe- "What the hell is going on here?" Adam shouted in shock frozen in the spot Ponyboy had left him in. Ponyboy shot him a smug grin before running over to Bruce. "Bruce," Ponyboy waved at the other teen. Bruce, hearing Ponyboy's voice, practically dropped what he was doing to turn over to the young greaser. "Ponyboy," Bruce breathed as if it had been years since he's seen the other teen last and not a couple days ago. As Ponyboy stood in front of him, Bruce immediately grabbed him and pulled the young greaser into a hug. Ponyboy chuckled into his shoulder. He loved the warm sensation he got when Bruce hugged him, the only hugs Ponyboy gets are from Sodapop so it was nice to be in someone else's arms for a change. It made him feel protected and safe, something he didn't necessarily think he'd feel with Bruce so early in their friendship. Adam, who had long sense snapped out of his shock, eyed the two of hugging teens with a raised an eyebrow. Actually it was more the hugging teen because it was only the Curly look alike, who he had heard Ponyboy call Bruce, who was doing all the hugging while Ponyboy just accepted it politely. Adam had a bad feeling about this. Bruce had a content smile on his face the whole time while having Ponyboy in his arms. However, as soon as he opened his eyes and saw Adam looking at the both of them, his smile immediately dropped. As Bruce loosened his hold on him, Ponyboy thought to introduce both Bruce and Adam to each other (not noticing Bruce's frown). "Bruce this is Adam, Adam this is Bruce," Ponyboy said to the both of them. "What's up?" Adam said raising his head at him. Bruce just nodded politely but still a little stiff. The curly haired boy turned back to Ponyboy in a somewhat snuffing manner. "I thought only the guys in your gang were your friends?" Bruce questioned wondering where this new guy came from. "Oh," Ponyboy chuckled gesturing to Adam, "I know him thorough Curly, he's mine and Curly's friend." From the look on Bruce's face, Adam could tell that not only did he meet Curly but it wasn't a pleasant meeting. Adam could see the angry and mistrust directed in his general direction which caused him to be confused. The only thing Adam could come up with is that he saw how Ponyboy acts around Curly and must have gotten jealous, meaning that he had a thing for him as well. Adam knew that there was something going on. "How…interesting," was all Bruce said before completely turning away from Adam and facing Ponyboy. "So, what brings you here?" Bruce asked the young greaser eagerly. "Well," Ponyboy didn't know how to say this properly without sounding to weird, "I'm curious about something." "I'll do anything I can to help?" Bruce said looking ready to do just that. "Well, um-" "How long have you lived here?" Adam asked loudly interrupting whatever Ponyboy was going to say. In surprise, Bruce turned to Adam wondering what his angle was. However, due to sheer curiosity he answered his question regardless. "I've been here all my life," Bruce announced proudly, "my dad's always owned this farm, only home I've ever known." "Really?" Adam questioned with a suspicious gleam in his eyes, "and you've always stayed on this farm and never needed to go into town for anything." "I never said anything like that," Bruce huffed as if the mere thought of staying on this farm 24/7 annoyed him, "My dad used to take me into town all the time for supplies and stuff or I'd just go myself." Ponyboy already knew this, but now that the possibility of Bruce actually being the boy from his childhood came up it got him thinking a little more. It got him thinking that since Bruce proudly admits that he used to sneak of his house to go to town that maybe he had been actually going to see him. Something about this doesn't add up though. If he was the boy from his childhood why didn't he just tell Ponyboy this the first time he came onto the farm. It just doesn't make any sense to keep it a secret. "Cool," Adam nodded casually but still trying to piece this very annoying puzzle together, "Did you ever meet anybody there?" Looking from Ponyboy to Adam, Bruce suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Why are you asking me so many questions," Bruce demanded stepping closer to the greaser, "are you trying to get information on me for your little friend Curly?" "No, no, no," Adam shook his head putting on a false grin, "I'm just trying to get to know you better man. A friend of Ponyboy's is a friend of mine." Adam held out his hand for Bruce to shake. Bruce stared down at the hand for a brief moment before turning his head away. Adam looked offended for a split second before he turned curious yet again. Bruce didn't really look like the snotty type to Adam and from the confused look on Ponyboy's face this was something new to him as well. Adam could surmise that Bruce didn't usually snub people like he's doing now, there must be something about him ( or rather Curly) that really sets him off. "No offense, but your friends with that Curly jackass," Bruce hissed much to Ponyboy's shock as he had never seen him act this way before, "I really don't feel like dealing with a guy like him after last time." "What happened last time?" Adam asked with an amused smile knowing it had to have been pretty good as it had to deal with Curly. "He jumped on top of me and started beating up on me," Bruce cried out angrily. "Well, what did you say to him?" Adam asked fully aware Curly doesn't do anything, and I mean anything, without being provoked. Sure, he's a troublemaker, but most of his violent actions are mostly due to someone "testing" him or something to that nature. "I didn't do anything," Bruce proclaimed with on conviction, "one minute I was standing next to him and the next I was on the ground." Adam's borrow furrowed. That didn't add up with Curly's attitude. The curly haired greaser has always been out for what he called "personal justice". Whenever someone wrongs him or does something to disrespect him he acts on his anger and attacks that person. He never picks fight with innocent people because Curly generally feels that they are not only unworthy of his time but just a waste of space in general. Ponyboy, seeing how upset his friend was, went over to try and console him. "Hey, it's okay now," Ponyboy reassured his curly haired friend, "you don't even have any scars on you." Adam, who had been watching Bruce like a hawk, noticed the country teen switch from angry to happy go lucky in a matter of seconds as he grinned and rubbed the back of his head in Ponyboy's direction. "That is actually due to some face paint my dad found for me," Bruce confessed with a blush, "he made me wear it because my face was so messed up and he didn't want anyone at school thinking I'm abused." "Face paint?" Ponyboy said before he burst out laughing, "you mean you're wearing makeup right now?" "Shut up," Bruce growled tackling Ponyboy to the ground and starting to tickle him through is laughter. Adam felt a feeling a dread course through him as he saw Ponyboy and Bruce roll around with each other. Not because he had a thing for Ponyboy, he knows good and well that Curly would most likely kill him for that, but because of Bruce. This guy just really doesn't seem all there, on the surface anyway. He seems like a very talkative and passionate person, someone who doesn't let his views go unheard regardless if his views are appropriate or not. That is mostly the type of person Curly retaliates against, people who can't shut their mouths. Not to mention this guy seems to be a pretty good actor. He's able to portray his emotions in a lot of different ways compared to most people. "I'll see you guys a later," Adam said not that it made any difference to the gleefully playing teens on the ground. As Adam walked away from the farm and back to his home he couldn't help but thinking that something wasn't right with this whole situation. And he was going to get to the bottom of this. …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. 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