Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) Curly was pacing back and forth in his room incessantly. His head was focused on the floor as if studying his own movements. "Will you calm down already," Adam said tiredly as he held his own head with his hand on the desk. "This is so dumb," Curly proclaimed acting as if his friend didn't say a word. "Curly, you are really making this more than it needs to be," Adam told him with a yawn looking as if he could fall asleep any moment. "Why is this so hard,' Curly said throwing up his hands in defeat. "It's not hard," Adam said with a roll of his eyes. "Then why can't I figure this out," Curly snarled finally turning to his friend and stopping his pacing. "Why do you think it's hard to figure out what to say on your date?" Adam asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Because I don't know what to say," Curly replied as if Adam was stupid. Curly had been doing this ever since he left the movie theater yesterday. Ponyboy said that he wanted to talk with him more and he had been fine with that, at first. It was soon after he parted ways with the young greaser that he realized that he's terrible with words, he's more of an action man not a talker. "Honestly Curly," Adam sighed rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes, "it's not that hard to figure out what to say, just go with the flow." "You make it sound so easy," Curly huffed folding his arms. "It is easy," Adam responded loudly with a hint of a chuckle in his voice, "all you do say things to him, hear what he has to say, and then say something back. It's as easy as the freaking alphabet." Curly still wasn't getting it, he never had been one for dating or listening to others so this was all new to him. Before, he always used to say the first thing that came to his mind without hesitation, but now he imagines that he's going to have to have a filter on his words in order not to sound…hurtful. "I hate being censored," Curly grumbled looking over at his wall angry. Adam groaned as he stood up and stretched himself tiredly. Walking over to his friend he put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't think of Ponyboy as a censor, just think of nicer ways to say what you want to say," Adam rationalized, "it can't hurt to be nice." "In your opinion," Curly stated dryly. Adam just rolled his eyes and started walking out the door. "Good luck out there Romeo," Adam said giving him a thumb's up before leaving his room and soon his house. Curly breathed in a slow breathe flopping down on his bed. As much as the curly haired hood didn't want to admit it he was scared. He was actually scared to be meeting up with Ponyboy Curtis (something he imagined no one has said in there life). He couldn't tell you why or how he was scared but he just was. He didn't have a good feeling about today. … Ponyboy had a good feeling about today. The young greaser almost had a literal spring in his step as he went to his closet and he picked out his clothes for the day (which is a feat in itself seeing as Ponyboy usually just put on the first thing that jumped out to him). He's been imagining this moment for a long time, ever since he meet with Curly he's always wanted to have in depth conversations with him and now was his chance, he felt positively ecstatic. Yes, Ponyboy realized that he was being ridiculously overdramatic but he didn't really care at the moment. This was a good step in the right direction for him and Curly and he wanted to cherish it. After looking in his closet for about a minute he finally found the best clothes he could wear. He had on a tight shirt that fit his upper body perfectly and his best set of jeans that honestly couldn't be tighter on him. Ponyboy breathed a slow sigh calmly his silent nerves before he put on a smile and made to walk out of his room. Before the young greaser left however, he spotted a familiar wrist band on his shelf. "How could I forget about you," Ponyboy said to himself before walking over and slipping it on his left wrist, "you should bring me good luck today." Making sure the side with letters were in his sight, he left his room and walked into the kitchen for breakfast. "Morning everyone," Ponyboy announced before sitting down at his seat almost skipping to the table. "What's up with you?" Sodapop asked handing Ponyboy his breakfast. Ponyboy looked up from his pancakes, which he was spreading syrup on, to give his brother a confused look. "Why do you seem so happy this morning?" Sodapop questioned with a long yawn as he picked at his food. "No reason, I just am" Ponyboy said with shrug taking a bit of his food. Sodapop gave his little brother a searching looking trying to see if he was hiding something from him or not. "You seem happy, you're skipping to breakfast, and you're wearing some of your best clothes," Sodapop pointed out before a grin appeared on his face, "could it be your going on another date with Bruce?" "What do you mean another date?" Ponyboy demanded with a blush, "I never went on one date with him!" "Sure you didn't," Sodapop gave his brother a mocking nod. "Darry, Sodapop's saying I went on a date with Bruce and is mocking me," Ponyboy whined to his elder brother who was in the kitchen. "Soda, leave your brother alone about his date," Darry said dryly as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Ponyboy pouted even more as Sodapop put on a smug grin. Not feeling all that hungry anyway, he just decided to leave his food to Sodapop. "Where are you going so early?" Sodapop asked as his amusement wore off. "I'm going to hang out with some…new friends," Ponyboy told his brothers. Sodapop raised an eyebrow at him wondering about his wording. Ponyboy immediately tried to clarify things for him. "I mean that I've always know them but I've never really talked to them," Ponyboy added being completely honest. Sodapop gave his brother a searching look before shrugging at him. "Have fun and don't stay out to long," Sodapop ordered sternly. Ponyboy rolled his eyes and made his way out the door. "Don't roll your eyes at me," Sodapop protested waving at him, "I'm just practicing my parenting skills." "Why bother Sodapop, we all know you'll be a great parent," Ponyboy told him sweetly as he slowly opened the door. "You think so," Sodapop said hopefully. "Sure," Ponyboy said as he smile turned into a grin, "you'll be a great mother." As the young greaser closed the door behind him he swore he could hear Darry laughing beyond the door. … Meanwhile, in the park, Curly found himself pacing once again. While normally he would have question where he picked up this habit from but he didn't give himself the luxury this time. Ponyboy was only twenty minutes, but that didn't stop the curly haired hoods mind from straying to darker areas. He was thinking that Ponyboy stood him up, that he just set up this whole thing up as practical joke. Not that he cared or anything, as he would proclaim proudly, but telling him to get lost this way is just a bit out of character for him. "Hey Curly." Curly turned to where he heard his name being whispered. He found the culprit to be none other than Adam whose head was popping out in a bush near him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Curly hissed at his fellow hood stomping over to him menacingly. "Moral support," Adam answered simply with a shrug. "Moral support my ass," Curly shot back at him, "you're just being a nosy fucker, just like always." "Exactly," Adam replied with a proud grin, "and don't look now but you have company coming up." Curly turned around to see Ponyboy sprinting over to him. It almost seemed as if time had stopped as he couldn't help but notice how great he looked. He seemed to being going for a tight clothes look, not that Curly was complaining of course. "Go get'em tiger," Adam said before pushing Curly forward a little. "Hi Curly," Ponyboy greeted happily. "You're late," Curly said bluntly. He felt Adam reach back over to discreetly hit him on the leg. Curly growled to himself, he couldn't help if he was rude most of the time. Being polite is too much hard work. Ponyboy didn't take offense to what he said, as usual, and gave the curly haired hood an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," Ponyboy apologized sincerely, "I got a little caught up with my brothers before I left." "With what?" Curly slowly asked sounding the tiniest awkward. The curly haired hood was trying some of the advice Adam had given him about today, one of which being question asking. He was told that it was good to question things about a person's life because it means you are interested in them. Curly personally thought it was a little intrusive but that was just him. If Ponyboy seemed surprised by Curly's sudden interest in his family he didn't say anything about it, he just elaborated on his story. "I was just joking with my brothers and kind of lost track of time," Ponyboy said waving it off as nothing, "Soda tried to pull me back into the house but I managed to get away in time." Curly nodded bouncing on the tops of his shoes. He stood there in front of Ponyboy not knowing what to do or say next, it hasn't even been ten minutes yet and he already wants a manual for dating. "You want to walk around for a bit?" Ponyboy offered gesturing to the rest of the park, "we can talk a little more." "Sure," Curly shrugged walking next to Ponyboy. He shot a warning look at the bush behind him as he left. "So now you can answer my question from before," Ponyboy proclaimed happily. "Huh?" Curly said not having a clue what he was talking about. He was starting to feel like an idiot with how clueless he was. Ponyboy shot him an amused smile. "What kind of movies do you like?" "Oh, I don't know," Curly answered honestly, "there are all the same to me." "Oh come on," Ponyboy wasn't going to take such a blasé answer, "there must some genre types you prefer over others." "What the hell is a genre?" Curly asked looking over and raising an eyebrow at him. "A genre is just another word for categories," Ponyboy replied, "like horror, or action, and romance movies." "Fine, I guess horror movies because their funny," Curly told him at last. "Funny?" Ponyboy repeated with a chuckle, "You think horror movies are funny?" "Yeah, what's funnier than watching someone get their head chopped off," Curly said with a casual shrug. "Wow, that is so messed up," Ponyboy was practically exploding with laughter. Curly, who thought that Ponyboy's amusement was a bad thing, immediately snapped at the young greaser. "Hey, you asked didn't you? You don't see me laughing at your stupid choices?" Curly glared at Ponyboy fiercely. "Relax," Ponyboy said as he finally calmed himself down, "I'm not laughing because I think what you said was stupid or anything like that, I just find it funny that you would say something like that." "Oh," Curly said as the smallest bit of a blush came onto his face. It seemed that he jumped the gun a little. Ponyboy could see that Curly was feeling embarrassed by what he said and tried to console him as he wrapped their arms together. "You know it's okay for us to disagree on things right?" Ponyboy asked gently, "people disagree with each other all the time but it's nothing to get upset about." Curly wouldn't know much about that. For as long as he could remember it's always been follow whatever Tim said and if you disagree with it then just keep it to yourself. "I'm new to all this," Curly confessed. "I know," Ponyboy responded already knowing exactly what Curly was new to, "but as long as you're willing to learn it's fine." As Curly looked down he could see Ponyboy staring up at him with those vibrant green eyes of his. They captured his own eyes like a bear trap and held them in place. "I'm willing to learn," Curly said quietly. Ponyboy didn't say anything back, he didn't have to though, the ecstatic look on his face told Curly all he needed to know. "Maybe later you can take me to the movies and show me the funny parts of horror ones," Ponyboy suggested as they continued to walk through the park. "Fine, but you're paying for your own ticket," Curly replied with a snort. "What?" Ponyboy gasped in shock, "but that's not fair! You can't just invite me to something and then make me pay." "Unless you want to be forever seen as the girl," Curly pointed out with a smirk, "you have to pay for everything you go to." Ponyboy pouted lightly pulling on Curly's sleeve. "But I don't have any money I'm a greaser, I'm poor," Ponyboy whined bouncing on the heels of his shoes. "Last time I checked we lived in the same neighborhood," Curly reminded him, "so you can't give me that excuse." While Ponyboy realized that his argument had no merit with Curly, he was far too stubborn to admit it and instead moved into his own thoughts. Curly's eyebrows shot up as he heard Ponyboy starting to laugh at something right out of the blue. He couldn't fathom what the young greaser was laughing at since they had been in silence for the last two minutes. "I'm sorry," Ponyboy said once he calmed down knowing that Curly was looking at him strangely, "it's just that this was really the first time you and me just joked around with each other, I liked it." "You did?" Curly asked looking clueless because he didn't know exactly what Ponyboy enjoyed about it. Ponyboy nodded and stared up at Curly once again with those green eyes that once again captured Curly's attention. "It felt nice to see you with your guard down," Ponyboy admitted bashfully, "and not acting strong and unbreakable." Those words caused Curly to visibly flinch. Letting your guard down was a terrible thing for a greaser like him to do, he always needed to be guarded and ready for any kind of assault, he doesn't know when someone might come out and strike. "Why are you saying that like it's a good thing?" Curly asked quietly. He wanted to separate himself from Ponyboy at this point but the young greaser was holding on extra tight to him, it was as if he knew what Curly was thinking. "Because it is Curly," Ponyboy replied with emphasis, "it's a very good thing that you have somebody that you can just let loose and relax with every once and a while, you can't be guarded all the time it's not healthy." "It's the life of a hood," Curly proclaimed bluntly. "Right, because the life of a hood has such a high life expectancy rate," Ponyboy responded sarcastically. Curly just scoffed walking them to the nearest bench and flopping down on it lazily. A ran a hand through his face groaning internally. He wasn't into these kind of "deep" conversations, actually he wasn't into conversations where you actually had to look at yourself from a different view at all. He always told himself he was happy the way he was, listening to everything Tim told him to do when he wanted it down. That is the only kind of life he can remember having so why was Ponyboy try to mess with him so much? Ponyboy looked over at the object of his affection with sadden eyes. He could see the internal battle he was having and hoped that he could help him. He didn't want them to go back to just being nothing short of acquaintances but so much more than that. He wanted Curly to open up to him so he could see all of him and not just a hood. Slowly Ponyboy moved himself over to Curly so that their faces almost touched. Before Curly could say anything he found himself enveloped in a kiss. The sweet feel of Ponyboy's soft lips reminded the curly haired hood of how much he enjoyed being intimate with the young greaser but he put those thoughts aside, for now. Just as quickly as it began the kiss ended as Ponyboy separated the two of them. They leaned their head on each other's as their lips were mere inches apart. "I'm not asking you to stop being yourself," Ponyboy whispered, "I just want you to be honest with me. I want to hear your opinion on things and I want you to tell me what you feel from time to time." Curly flinched at the dreaded "F" word. It could be one of the worst enemies for some, and a good friend to others. For Curly, it tended to be neither. "Let's take it one step at a time," Ponyboy reassured him with a small smile. Curly just nodded in agreement. Being surprisingly gentle, he moved his thumb up and down Ponyboy's cheek until he brought them into another kiss. This kiss was far rougher than the previous one, Curly was trying to devour Ponyboy with his mouth and tongue making the young greaser moan lowly. He trailed his tongue along with crevice of Ponyboy's mouth wanting to explore every detail of him. However, as Ponyboy could feel just how excited Curly was getting from all of this he separated the two of them. Curly started to get irritated with the young greaser but as he caught the look Ponyboy was giving him he understood. "One step at a time?" Curly asked. Ponyboy nodded grinning sheepishly. Curly just sighed lying back on the bench bringing Ponyboy down with him as he went into his own thoughts. As he thought about how much at ease he felt than he did normally and how he could see himself talking a little more with Ponyboy one thing went through his mind. 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