Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) "Curly, you need to hurry and get downstairs if you want any of the food mom made," Angela told her brother as she should stood in front of his door frame. Curly didn't respond however. He was just staring up at the ceiling as he lied down on his bed with a determined face. "I'm serious Curly," Angela said with a much louder tone of voice, "if you don't hurry up Tim and Dad are going to eat your share when they get downstairs." "Whatever," was all Curly said in response. The curly haired hood didn't even bother to look back at his sister while he spoke to her. Finally Angela gave up on her brother and with an aggravated sigh slammed the door shut to his room. Curly had pretty much been in the same spot for the last two days, just lying in his room doing nothing. The only times when he had left was when he had to either eat or use the restroom, and even those times were when he was sure no one was around. The event that was prominent in his mind was, as if it wasn't obvious, the one with Ponyboy and his look alike (the boy in which Curly refused to acknowledge by his actual name). After that whole scene and seeing Ponyboy walk off with that melancholy look on his face got him thinking more about himself. Something was changing within him. Curly could feel his emotions coming up more often than they use to. It was almost like the shield he had built up on them so many years ago was slowly deteriorating before his very eyes. It was starting to scare the curly haired hood more than he wanted to admit (once again showing off his new found emotions). This radical change was not something a person could deal with at one moment with no real reason as to why and right now all of these things were definitely happening at once. Well, Curly wasn't so stupid to ignore that he did have a reason as to why this was happening but he refused to acknowledge it (him). "Curly," A familiar voice yelled. The curly haired hood could hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs. "Dammit, not right now," Curly groaned in sheer annoyance rolling over so his head was in the pillow. The door slammed open to Curly's room revealing a loudly panting Adam. Curly peaked his head from under his pillow to see him greatly out of breathe and looking like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. Curly, not really caring what he wanted, just stuffed his head back in his pillow and tried to ignore him. "We need to talk," Adam told him sounding urgent as he walked over to Curly's bed a laid down on the floor beside it. "No," Curly muffled into his pillow. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially Adam. "Tough," Adam replied roughly. As soon as he finally caught his breathe he rose up and tried to get Curly up from bed. "Leave me alone, I'm wallowing," Curly complained strangely as he normally would have been (something both Curly and Adam noticed. "Well start unwallowing because you have big trouble," Adam responded angrily pulling on Curly's arms with little results. "All I have is a need to kick your ass from getting on my nerves," Curly responded sounding more like his old self. "It's important," Adam proclaimed pulling harder on Curly's arm. "It can't be but so important," Curly reasoned as he didn't have much in his life that would be ever be classified as being important. "Ponyboy!" Adam cried out. The arm Adam was holding was yanked from his hold and he fell to the ground with a loud thump. He looked up to see Curly had finally pulled his head from his pillow and was staring down at him with a blank expression. Adam was pleased to note that just the use of Ponyboy's name can make Curly attentive. There might be some hope for his friend yet. "Make it quick and then get out," was all Curly said trying his utmost hardest it keep any emotion out of his voice. Adam nodded picking himself up, grabbing a chair, and sitting sideways on it across from Curly's bed. "Okay, so I met your twin-" "What?" Curly said with raised brows. How the hell could Adam have met him? Given his country accent he obviously didn't live in town. "I know it was weird, you think God would say having one Curly is enough but he had to make two of you," Adam said rolling his eyes. "So," Curly made a hand gesture for him to continue. "So?" Adam raised an eyebrow right back at him in shock or disgust (Curly couldn't really tell which). "He's moving in on Ponyboy," Adam shouted dramatically. Curly felt his lips unconsciously shape into a snarl. He could already guess from his look alikes actions from when they first meet that he was interested in Ponyboy, not that it was a secret though. "Are you just going to let him take Ponyboy away from you?" Adam asked looking at the curly haired teen expectantly. Curly just snorted lying back down on his bed with his hands stuffed behind his head. "What do I care if my clone wants a piece of that green eyed idiot that's obsessed with me, one less problem I have to deal with," Curly could feel his lips burning with every word that escaped from his mouth. He didn't believe a word that was coming out of his own mouth. From the dry look on Adam's face, he didn't believe it either. "So you don't care?" Adam asked with a smirk on his face, "so I guess it wouldn't bother you that when I last saw them they were rolling around in the dirt together." "What?" Curly automatically proclaimed angrily sitting back up. "What the hell are you talking about?" Adam snickered at his friend's response loving how he was finally able to press his buttons after years of stoic responses to his statements. "I just left them at Bru-" "Don't say his name," Curly growled glaring at the other hood fiercely. This was a response Adam took seriously. "Fine, fine, I just left…your twin and Ponyboy at the twins farm and they were "playing" with each other," Adam replied with a shrug, "I may have made that sound a little dirty than it had to be." Damn him, Curly growled to himself. That annoying little leech was sure working fast in order to get Ponyboy. "Wait, what were you doing over there anyway?" Curly couldn't help but ask as it came to his mind. "Hm," Adam blinked at him not expecting the question, but now that it was brought up it caused some more questions to come back up to him. "Did you know Ponyboy when you were kids?" Adam asked him hoping that he got the right answer, "Like really knew him?" "Huh," Curly said not knowing what he was trying to imply or what exactly Adam was asking him. "You know, like a knight in shining armor type of deal," Adam said with a grin. Curly raised an eyebrow at him not having a clue what he was talking about. "Can you try and talk like normal people?" Curly replied dryly. "Look, did you know Ponyboy as a kid or not?" Adam said in a huff. He was starting to get a little irritated at this point. "I guess," Curly replied with a shrug. Adam furrowed his brow at his now indifferently looking friend. How could he so nonchalant about knowing Ponyboy from their childhood? "What do you mean you guess?" Adam asked in pure confusion. Curly shot a glare at his friend. "I guess we knew each other," Curly clarified in a smart tone, "I mean we live in the same neighborhood so we might have hung out once or twice." Adam was baffled at this point, he didn't know what kind of game Curly was playing but it was a weird one. Given Ponyboy's extremely passionate explanation of how much Curly protected him in their childhood there is no way the curly haired hood couldn't remember being around him that much. Unless… "So, you don't remember if you two hung out," Adam said lowly with his eyes downcast. That could only mean that Bruce was the curly haired boy from Ponyboy's memory. He had to have been the one that had acted like a knight in shining armor for the young greaser when he was in trouble. If that was truly the case, and Ponyboy actually found out about this supposed fact, then Adam truly felt sorry for Curly. Despite his playful nature, Adam only wanted the best for the people around him. He didn't make friends easily but when he did it was only because he saw something great in that person. This rule applied doubly for his friend Curly. Even though the Curly haired teen tended to act like a scum bag at times, Adam still felt that there was something more to him and wished he would find something that would make him happy. And then Ponyboy came along. Ponyboy, who always seemed to have a smile for Curly regardless of how kind Curly was to him (which admittedly wasn't all that much). The young greaser knew how to capture Curly's complete attention than like no one Adam had seen. While his blank face and snide remarks might tell you otherwise, Curly couldn't get enough of Ponyboy and it made Adam sad to know that Curly might lose such a gift like the young greaser all because of a few memories. "Actually, I don't remember much about when I was a kid at all," Curly admitted for reasons unknown to himself as he usually doesn't tell others this. Adam turned back to his friend with a strained look on his face. He didn't know exactly to respond to this new information. "What?" was all Adam could say. "I can remember everything up until I was twelve but after that it all gets kind of fuzzy," Curly confessed not looking too concerned about it. "Wait, what?" Adam's eyes widened in shock. He stood up and turned his chair to the right side and sat down on it. "So you have some kind of amnesia or something?" Adam asked in awe as he couldn't really picture someone as normal (and he used that term loosely) as Curly to have amnesia. Whenever he thought of amnesia or issues of the like he always associated them with hospital beds and medical equipment. He didn't really think someone could live that well with missing memories. Curly sighed and sat up from his bed at this point. He turned and faced his friend who was looking at him in great interest. "Something happened to me, I think at the beginning of the year when I turned twelve. I think I was hit with something or attacked," Curly confessed, "I can't remember anything past that point." "Wow," Adam blinked at his friend feeling stunned at this confession, "that's really something Curly." Curly just rolled his eyes in response. So Curly still might be the curly haired boy from Ponyboy's memory. If Curly can't remember he can't very well say that he wasn't the one Ponyboy was with. However, that doesn't guarantee that he's the right curly haired boy though. "And that's the only thing that you remember?" Adam questioned. "I remember Tim and a hospital bed," Curly told him standing up from his bed, "that's it though." "Tim," Adam whispered before jumping up from his seat. Curly raised an eyebrow as he saw his friend run over his chair and bolt out of his room. Whatever he was looking for seemed important. Curiosity getting the better of him, Curly followed Adam out of his room just to see what he was up to. "What are you doing," Curly hissed as he what Adam was doing. Adam was currently a little ways down the hallway banging loudly on the room that obviously belonged to his older brother (the door had Tim's name carved largely on it with what had to have been a knife). "Getting answers," Adam told him stilling hitting on the door. "Are you fucking crazy?" Curly demanded running over and restraining his friend from doing anything more. "Aren't you even a little bit curious?" Adam asked as he now starting kicking Tim's door as Curly was holding his hands behind his back. "Curious about what?" Curly asked angrily trying to pull his fellow hood back from the door, "Look, will you just-" Curly was silenced as his brother's door flung open to reveal none other than his brother who didn't look to happy to see them. "Have you two lost your damn minds?" Tim said in a low voice that was just dripping with malice. Now, under Tim terrifying gaze, Adam realized that he should have thought about this plan a little more before acting on it. Tim Shepard was well known for being one of the most dangerous hoods in town. He's an unknown force that you don't want to mess with, which is why it isn't good idea to disturb him like Adam is doing now. "I'm sorry about this Tim, um, Mr. Tim sir," Adam chuckled nervously as Curly slowly released him from his hold. He was so scared that he was barely able to get out what he had to say to the hood. "Well you see, the thing is that I-I was maybe hoping-" "What do you want?" Tim asked slowly staring down at his brother's friends with a look that clearly said that he won't be asking this question again. "Oh, well Curly wants to know if you remember him hanging out with Ponyboy after that amnesia thing?" Adam asked quickly as to get this over with. In what could be thought of as curiosity, Tim turned to his brother and gave him a searching look. Curly flinched under his brother's gaze, as it was probably one of the only things he's afraid of in life. "If Curly wants to ask me something he can do it his damn self," Tim replied stoically with a shrug. Curly knew that phrase all too well, it was something his brother always use to tell him when he was younger. (Flashback) "How could you be so stupid?" Charles's father told his son as he drove his family home from the hospital. He had just picked up Charles from the emergency room after his son had been attacked by an unknown assailant. Tim had come in the house and told his family that Charles had been rushed to the hospital and they all drove over there. The doctors told him that Charles might suffer from some memory loss after the attack. The doctors also recommended that Charles stay a few days at the hospital but Mr. Shepard was having nothing of it and dragged his son out the building. "Do you know how much it's going to cost us to pay for that damn hospital bill?" Mr. Shepard shouted staring angrily down the road. The twelve year old Charles wasn't saying anything back however, he never did in situations like this. He usually just balled himself up and tried to ignore the harsh words being thrown at him, like he was now. Charles was looking out his window, watching as the town went by, as he tried to fight off the tears trying to escape from inside him. Tim, who was sitting right next to his little brother, didn't say anything in response to his father's words. This was a strange phenomenon for the family seeing as he was always the first to defy his father no matter what he said. "No, you don't care," Mr. Shepard continued to rant as he drove wildly through the streets, "you never fucking care about anyone expect your own fucking self. All you want to do is go out and play with your little friends." Mr. Shepard didn't stop ranting and raving until they arrived at their house where he was still as angry as before, but just out of words. As Charles silently got out of the car and into his house he started to feel very lonely. No one was saying anything to him regarding his injury. Even when they got to hospital they didn't ask if he was okay or if he needed help getting in the car or if he was still hurting. All his parents cared about was how much this was going to cost them and his siblings didn't say anything to him at all. His sister avoided his gaze entirely and his brother just kept staring at him, not saying a single word to him. Charles knew that he had a dysfunctional, even though he was fairly naïve he wasn't stupid, but he didn't think that they never actually cared about him. Even without an I love you every single day he always thought that the words were still the air. Despite all their issues he thought his family care about him, maybe he had been wrong. Then when Charles finally made it to his room, he had been walking pretty slowly seeing that he felt a strike of pain on his head every time he took a step, he found his brother in his room for some reason. "What are you doing?" Charles asked softly coming more into his room. Tim was rummaging through his things, throwing some items in a large plastic bag, and throwing others around aimlessly. Charles was panicking as he saw his older brother throwing away some of his cherished possessions, even more so because he didn't have much to cherish, but what really caught his attention was a certain box that he could see his brother had of his. "Stop," Charles protested running forward and accidently tackling his brothers back. He didn't to collide with him but it gave him the opportunity to get back his box. "This is mine," Charles said bravely clenching the box in his hands tightly in his hands. Tim shot his brother a blank stare that looked like it could freeze time. Wordlessly he went over, threw his little brother to the ground, and snatched the box from him. "Pathetic," Charles could hear see his brother say from his place on the floor, "you get one roughed up one time and you're on the ground crying." "That's not true, I've been in fights before and I've never-" "Shut up," Tim hissed kicking Charles in the ribs, "I'm sick your cutesy little kid act, you're not a little kid anymore, at least in this neighborhood." Charles just stayed silent taking in his brothers words. "You want us to feel bad for you?" Tim said in a mocking voice, "you want to be cuddled and tucked into bed? Well tough shit kid! You're not getting that here, you have to learn to take care of yourself, and love only yourself because you're the only one that matters to you." Tim grabbed his big plastic bag and Curly's box and walked out of the room, but before he left he gave his brother some parting words. "If you wanting something done, do it your damn self because you're the only one you can depend on." (End Flashback) "Well Curly." Said curly haired hood shot a look at his brother who was staring at him expectantly. "You have something to say?" Tim asked with a raised eyebrow. Sighing internally, Curly just walked back to his room ignoring Adam who was following him as well. If Curly had turned around for a split second he would have seen the brief struggle of emotion on Tim's face before he slammed his door shut. "Why didn't you say anything?" Adam asked sounding frustrated when they were safely in Curly's room, "We could have found out about you and Ponyboy as kids." "That doesn't matter," Curly snorted lying back down on his bed. "What do you mean? Ponyboy said that he remembered-" "It doesn't matter what he remembers," Curly snapped, "it doesn't matter what I remember either." "Then what does matter?" Adam asked in a huff. Curly didn't say anything verbally, he just stared at the ceiling with a determined look on his face. 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