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) "Give it here!" Steve shouted reaching forward and trying to snatch the remote control from Ponyboy's hands. Said young greaser was fighting off Steve as best as he could by mostly kicking him away and hiding the remote with his body. "No, it's mine," Ponyboy argued trying to shrug Steve off him. "You don't even watch television just give me the damn remote," Steve told him roughly reaching for the device again. "My favorite western is on so bug off," Ponyboy stuck his tongue at him showing no signs of giving up the remote control. "Give it you little brat," Steve shouted. "No," Ponyboy protested. "Children please," Sodapop sighed as he walked into the room and saw his brother and best friend fighting with each other, again. The middle Curtis brother saw the rest of the gang, sans Darry, sitting at the kitchen table ignoring the two of them. "Can't you two go two minutes without fighting about something," Sodapop groaned in mild annoyance. "My movie is on," Ponyboy yelled as Steve picked him up and tried to get the remote from under him. The two of them seemed to be completely ignoring Sodapop as they continued to fight like children. "Hey guys," Bruce said as he walked slowly into the open door of the Curtis residence. He froze however when he saw Ponyboy and Steve fighting. "Um, are they always like this?" Bruce asked Sodapop in slight curiosity. "A large amount of the time they're left alone, yes," Sodapop said with a roll of his eyes, "Hey Ponyboy, Bruce is here!" "Bruce?" Pushing out of his way and face first on the couch, Ponyboy finally noticed that was indeed in his house. "Hi Bruce," Ponyboy smiled and greeted him politely, "What brings you here?'' "I have a surprise for you," Bruce announced with a sly smile. From behind his back, Bruce pulled out two tickets. "Oh tickets, I love tickets," Ponyboy smiled enthusiastically with a nod, "Are they for something?" Unnoticed by Ponyboy, Steve snatched the remote control from his hands all the while rolling his eyes at his best friends brother. "Yes, tickets usually are for something Ponyboy," Unlike Steve, Bruce found Ponyboy's naïveté amusing. "There for the new western that's finally come to town." Ponyboy gasped in overdramatized shock. The movie just stated, The Fiery West, was a film that he's been absolutely dying to see. Critics had been going wild over the film praising it for being the best western of its time, something you had to see in theaters. Unfortunately the theater in their area hadn't got it until really late. "That's great Bruce," Ponyboy told him with a melancholy sigh, "I hope you have fun at the movies." "What?" Bruce asked not understanding why Ponyboy was looking so sad, "Ponyboy, I have two tickets." "Huh?" Now Ponyboy was looking confused as he did indeed see the second ticket in Bruce's hand, "What do you have two tickets for? You're only one person Bruce. It's not nice to hoard tickets like that." There were several members of the gang snickering at Ponyboy's words while Sodapop and Johnny just sighed. After a moment of brief silence, Bruce chuckled in amusement. Ponyboy never ceased to entertain him. "No Ponyboy, one is for you and the other is me," Bruce clarified to the young greaser, "I want you to go with me." Ponyboy's eyes widened in gleeful shock. Before anyone could blink Ponyboy had rushed to his room for his wallet, came out, grabbed Bruce, and ran out of the house. "Going-with-Bruce-to-the-movie-bye," Ponyboy said at an alarming speed before he closed the door behind him. Curiously, Steve looked at his best friend who had simply shrugged and moved to sit down the other members of the gang at the table. "What, no big brother drama this time?" Steve questioned wondering why he just let Ponyboy go out on a supposed date with Bruce with no interrogation. Sodapop simply smirked looking at the cards he was handed as he joined the card game at the table. "Please, the one and only thing Ponyboy is going to be focusing on is the movie," Sodapop said confidently, "nothing is going to happen." For a brief moment, Steve actually felt sorry for the curly haired kid. He had no idea what he was getting into. But he just tossed those thoughts aside and turned the television to his favorite channel. … "Curly, where are we going?" Adam complained as he tried to keep up with his friends fast walking. "We're not going anywhere," Curly said dryly steadily walking down the road, "I'm going somewhere." "Okay fine," Adam held his hands up in defense, "if I may ask your highness, where are you going?" "None of your business," Curly replied briefly with a hint of a smirk on his face. He loved messing with people like this. Adam rolled his eyes but kept following Curly nonetheless. The only reason he was still sticking around was because of the determined look on Curly's face as he barreled through the people on the street, he looked completely focused on something. When they reached the movie theater Adam could guess what was going on, however when he saw what was playing he knew exactly what was going on. "Ah Curly, you sly dog," Adam grinned at his friend punching his shoulder. "What are you talking about," Curly grunted moving to the back of the theater so they could sneak in. "Are you trying to meet someone here?" Adam asked with more than a suggestive hint in his voice. "Why would you think that?" Curly asked with a blank expression as they slowly entered the theater. "Oh I don't know," Adam feigned a thinking look, "maybe because a great western is playing today and a certain green eyed greaser loves westerns." Curly didn't say anything in response to that, just choosing to keep walking forward through the crowd of people here. "That's what I thought," Adam said with a snicker. The both of them were easily able to spot the room where The Fiery West was playing, it had a group of people lined up just to get in it. "It's going to be hell trying to get a seat in there," Adam said in a worried tone and a furrowed brow. Curly just snorted moving to a relatively good spot in the line butting in front of some other people. "Hey you cut in front of us," An angry man protested from behind them. Curly turned his head back to the man and gave him a sinister grin. "That's not all I can cut," Curly promised bringing the knife at that was in his pocket up so it can be shown slightly. Frightened, the man instantly calmed down doing his best not to look in Curly's general direction as held his girlfriend next to him. Chuckling in amusement, Curly put the knife fully back in his pocket moving his shirt under it as well. "I can't see him," Adam said straining himself to look over the shoulders of the other people in the line. "See who?" Curly asked running a hand through his messy hair. Adam chose to ignore his friend's question, partly because he was still looking around but more for his own sanity. As the doors finally opened people were urged to move slowly within the line as to maintain order. Everyone roughly complied with that request and everyone was in the theater trying to get a seat. "I think I see him up front," Adam pointed to a specific spot in the middle of the theater. As Curly followed Adam's direction his face went immediately to a blank mask to legitimately angry. Sitting down in some seats in the middle was Ponyboy and Bruce, both of which were looking comfortable. "Your look alike's here," Adam said stating the painfully obvious. Curly just grunted pushing everyone people out of his way so he could get the seat that he wanted. Adam snickered following behind his friend. He could practically see the wheels turning in his head and was wondering what was going to happen. He assumed that Curly was moving to sit beside the two of them but saw Curly sit above them and couple seat to the right. Slightly confused, Adam sat next to his friend wondering what his plan was. He thought about asking him but refrained from saying anything as Curly was just staring up the movie screen with a determined gaze. … "This is going to be amazing," Ponyboy cheered happily from his seat, "I've been waiting forever to see this movie." "I'm glad I could make this happen for you Ponyboy," Bruce said with a nod smiling over at his friend. "I don't know how I could thank you for this," Ponyboy shook his head looking to his friend gratefully before turning up to the movie screen. "Trust me Ponyboy," Bruce moved his hand slyly on Ponyboy's thigh in a caressing manner, "the pleasure is all mine." Luckily, Ponyboy was so busy watching the credits that he didn't hear Bruce's words nor did he feel his hand on him. Unluckily however, Curly was able to see all of this clearly from his seat causing him to grip his chair angrily. Given his look alike's movements, Curly realized that the only reason he brought Ponyboy here was to get touchy with the young greaser. If the country boys hands were any more attached to Ponyboy he might have hand prints on him. He had to give his look alike some credit though, it's not like the movie theater date scene was new. Teenagers, and even some adults, do the exact same thing on their dates. However, this kind of thing shouldn't be done on someone like Ponyboy, someone he really doesn't know that he's being touched in a non-friend manner. Not that Curly cared or anything, heavens no, he was just making a point. The movie started off pretty typically with someone beginning to narrate the story to the audience. As the movie went on however, the audience was easily able to become enthralled with the characters and their connections with one another. That was how Ponyboy got so distracted from the outside world and Bruce's advances in general. He loved movies which displayed a person life style and friends as eloquently as this movie was doing now. He honestly couldn't feel Bruce's hand on his ass as he followed note for the trials and tribulations of the characters on screen. "Oh," Ponyboy gasped looking over to Bruce who had swiftly taken his hand off his butt, "I just realized that don't have any snacks." Bruce silently cursed himself for not think of that sooner. The two of them had been in such a hurry to get the line for the movie before it got to big that they completely forgot about concessions. "I'll get them," Bruce announced to Ponyboy low enough as to disturb anyone but just loud enough for Curly to hear. "You sure?" Ponyboy asked out of sheer courtesy but not looking like he actually wanted to go himself. Bruce just smiled at him charmingly before getting up out of his seat and carefully moving out of his row. Huffing to himself, Curly stood up and walked out of his row. "Where are you going?" Adam asked as he didn't actually see Bruce leave as he had been paying attention to the movie. "Get something to eat," Curly explained briefly as he passed him. "Bring me back something will you," Adam told him. The only answer he got was a middle finger in response. Luckily, the concession stand was not far from the room he was in and Bruce was able to get in line for his snacks which was relatively small. As he picked out some items from the display to pay for, he saw someone approach him in the corner of his eyes. "You," Bruce pointed to a smirking Curly with narrowed eyes, "What the hell are you doing here?" "It's a free country isn't," Curly asked smugly, "I can be where the hell I want to be and go wherever I want to go." Bruce scoffed turning away from him in the line, "Whatever just leave me and Ponyboy alone. I don't need you ruining this." "And what exactly am I ruining by being here?" Curly questioned with a blank face. "Mine and Ponyboy's date," Bruce shot at him, "so just be a good little thug and just rob a liquor store or something." Curly had to restrain himself from punching Bruce in the face, getting kicked out of here wouldn't do much for him at the moment. Just as he was trying to calm himself he heard something being poured right beside him. Looking down he saw his look alike pouring a yellowish brown liquid into his full Pepsi cup from an alcohol flask. "Is that whisky?" Curly asked with a surprised eyebrow. Curly wasn't too much of a drinker but even he thought it was a little early to get getting wasted. "So what if it is," Bruce answered with a careless shrug not seeming to care too much about what he was doing. "That wouldn't be Ponyboy's drink would it?" Curly asked his posture nonchalant but his tone biting. "I have two drinks here you idiot," Bruce sneered displaying two Pepsi's and the popcorn he had with him. "That doesn't answer my question," Curly pointed out with a glare. Both curly haired males continued to glare at each other until they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Standing behind them was a security guard who seemed to be completely surprised as he noticed how similar Curly and Bruce looked. "Can we help you sir?" Bruce asked politely and his glare dropping instantly in place of a kind smile. "Somebody saw a really curly haired teenager sneak in here through the back door," The security guard stated looking at the two of them firmly, "Wither of you know anything about that?" "Well sir, I have a ticket," Bruce told him in a smug sounding voice, "but I'm sure the gentleman here, and I use that term loosely, doesn't." God was being really kind to Curly today, because hasn't jumped up and knocked the smug smirk off of this assholes insufferable face. Before he could open his mouth though, he spotted something poking out of Bruce's back pocket "What makes you say that?" The security guard asked Bruce with a raised eyebrow. "Well sir just look at him," Bruce gestured to his look alike with a scoff, "He's clearly the type who always using his four finger discount in order to get things, if you get my drift." Curly discreetly held up the ticket, which he took from Bruce's pocket while he was shooting his mouth off, to the security guard. He also pointed to the alcohol flask which was on Bruce's plate next to his Pepsi's as well. "I get your drift alright," The security guard giving Curly a nod before taking Bruce out of the line. Bruce could do nothing but protest angrily as he was dragged out of the movie theater by the security guard and his two friends. Curly chuckled to himself in amusement as he took his look alike's tray off food and took it up to the counter, but not before replacing the Pepsi with whisky in it. After paying for everything he took the food back to the theater to where Ponyboy was sitting. Ponyboy looked up just in time to see Curly sit down next to him with all of their snacks with him. "Wow that was…Curly?" Ponyboy's face scrunched up as he realized who was sitting next to him, "What are you doing here? Where did Bruce go?" "He had to leave for some emergency," Curly explained briefly popping some popcorn into his mouth, "but he told me to give you all this stuff." Curly was very thankful that Ponyboy was amazingly naïve and believed every word he said. Ponyboy smiled at the curly haired boy beside him taking his snacks from him gratefully. The curly haired hood could just feel Adam's smug look on his face so he just stared up at the movie screen just to be safe. This moment felt very awkward for Curly, what with Ponyboy staring up at the screen and him not really caring all that much about the movie itself, he really had nothing to do. He suppose that he should do that thing that Adam always was recommended he should do with Ponyboy, talk to him, but he really didn't know where or how to start. "So," Curly said slowly Ponyboy turned his head over to Curly after hearing him speak. "You, uh, like western movie?" Curly asked sounding painfully awkward and embarrassed. Ponyboy simply just shrugged. "I like any kind of movie really, as long as it has some great characters in it." "Why does that matter?" Curly questioned curiously. "It's the only thing that can really keep me interested," Ponyboy answered turning all the way over to him now, "anyone can make up a story that has big explosions or lots of death in it, but it takes a real artist to make you care about the characters and the story they've created, at least to me anyway." Curly was so surprised to note that hearing Ponyboy talk about these kinds of things was actually quite interesting. "What do you think?" Ponyboy asked with a smile. This left Curly sort of shocked because he's never really asked his opinion, at not on these subjects. "Well…I-" "Could you two please be quiet?" A girl from behind asked sounding irritated. Curly was about to snap back at her until Ponyboy put and comforting hand on his shoulder to stop him. "We're sorry," Ponyboy apologized sincerely to her before turning back to Curly. "This isn't really the place to be talking," Ponyboy said as a blush appeared on his face, "maybe we can talk another time." Curly silently debated with himself, he didn't know if this was going to be a good idea or not but he was nothing if not a risk taker. "Tomorrow," Curly declared. "Great," Ponyboy smiled at him warmly linking his arm with Curly's, "it's a date." 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