Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) Ponyboy lied on his bed reading one of his favorite books and with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies beside him on his drawer. However, as relaxing as this scene was the young greaser was feeling anything but peaceful. The events of the previous day were still playing in his mind in an endless loop, making him recall every emotion he felt. To say that Ponyboy was depressed would be stretching it, he wasn't miserable by the overall event, rather he was just disappointed. The young greaser wasn't stupid, despite his oblivious mannerisms, he knew what Curly was based entirely on his reputation and keeping it the way it was. So he knew why it happened, he was just saddened that it did. Even before Ponyboy went to school, his brothers always told him to not hold his reputation over his own self and never let other people dictate how you should act. This argument was only solidified by the friends they made. Steve never cared what people thought of him, Dallas barely cared about the existence of other people outside the gang let alone what they thought of him, Two-Bit could always laugh off what people thought of him, and Johnny could tune out other peoples words as his parents words to him were much worse. Popularity wasn't a big concern in the gang and Ponyboy fully supported this. That is why he was disappointed by Curly's actions. By the way he acted you could tell that he's terrified of disappointing his crowd of people. Ponyboy understands and sympathizes with a lot of insecurities, he has plenty of them himself and doesn't fault people for having them, but the one he doesn't understand is insecurities of your popularity. You could almost say that it's one of the things Ponyboy hates in life, that and untruthful people. There was a knock at the door and then Sodapop walked into the room. "Hey kiddo," Sodapop greeted getting out of his work clothes and into some regular ones. Ponyboy made a noise in response not taking his eyes off his book. Sodapop looked surprised at the melancholy response from his brother. "Everything alright?" "Just having a problem with a friend," Ponyboy sighed flipping the page of his book even though was wasn't really reading it. "Problems?" Sodapop asked as he was fully clothed flopping down on the bed next to his brother and observed the area around him. "Chocolate chip cookies, milk, and one of your favorite books?" Sodapop pointed out giving his brother a look, "must be a four alarm fire. What's up kiddo?" Seeing that he wasn't going to get out of this conversation, Ponyboy closed his book and faced his brother. "Did you ever have friend that care more about his popularity than his own self?" Ponyboy questioned taking a bit out of one of his cookies. "Oh boy," Sodapop sighed giving his brother a wary look dipping a cookie into the milk himself, "you probably don't remember Owen do you?" Ponyboy shook his head, the name didn't ring in any bells. "That's because he was only my friend for about two weeks," Sodapop confessed, "he use to come over all the time when we were in kindergarten. Then he started hanging out with other kids and they told him not to hang out with me because I wasn't really popular." Ponyboy snorted at the thought of Sodapop not being popular at any time in his life, that's truly a hilarious site. "He did," Sodapop told him nodding disappointedly, "and he completely stopped speaking to me." "Aw, Soda…" "Don't worry, now that I get all the girls he always wants to talk to me," Sodapop added with a smirk making Ponyboy laugh. "A friend of yours is acting like a groupie?" Sodapop asked sympathetically wrapping an arm around his brother waist. Ponyboy nodded snuggling into brother's side. "Kind of, he just really wants acceptance from his older brother." "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Sodapop asked sternly as his protective instincts kicked in again. "He kind of shunned me," Ponyboy replied quietly avoid his brothers assumed stern gaze. As angry as Sodapop was he could see where that friend of Ponyboy's was coming from. Some kids try so harder to fit in or be like their older siblings that they forget about everyone else in life. "You might have to let that kid go Ponyboy," Sodapop told his younger brother. "No," Ponyboy snapped shocking Sodapop, "I can't let him go…he's…he's a really good friend of mine that just needs a little help figuring out right from wrong sometimes." "He can do that by himself," Sodapop argued give his little brother a rare angry look, "but he's not going to practice on you. I don't even need to ask how much he hurt you with his little stunt because I can see it in your eyes." This was one of the only times he cursed his older brother for being able to read him so well. He didn't want Sodapop or Darry to see him hurt because he knew that it hurt them. Pain is the last thing any brother wants to see on your face. "People that are obsessed with fitting in can't just be fixed Ponyboy," Sodapop advised his younger brother, "it may take a few months or even a few years for them to stop living for everybody else, but you can't let him walk all over you, I can't let you do that Ponyboy." At his older brother's sympathetic gaze, Ponyboy started to tear up. He couldn't tell you at this moment why his eyes started watering but they just did. He was letting out his frustration in the best way he knew how to. "Please tell me that you won't let him walk all over you," Sodapop pleaded gently. Once he dried his tears Ponyboy looked up at his brother and looked him straight in the eye. "I promise," Ponyboy answered truthfully. … Ponyboy was determined not to let himself be bogged down with depression and angst. He didn't want himself to wallow away to nothing so he did the only thing that calmed him at a time like this, walking. The young greaser walked both in and out the streets of Tulsa aimlessly just trying to clear his mind. "I wonder what Bruce is doing?" Ponyboy asked himself aloud suddenly. He hasn't seen the curly haired country boy since a couple days ago at the movies. Ponyboy felt that something was very wrong about that, friends should see or at least talk to each other every once and a while. Ponyboy decided to walk up to Bruce's farm and check up on him, he's been meaning to take a trip back there to see the animals again anyway. The walk to the Montgomery farm was practically instinctual to the young greaser by now, he bet he could walk here in his sleep due to how he easily memorized the roads. The farm was strangely quiet, there were no animals out getting some exercise or food nor were there any Montgomery's in site. Since Ponyboy couldn't tell where they parked there car, they tended to change where from day to day, he had no way of knowing where they were. Not having that many ideas, Ponyboy decided to try the first place that was closest to him, the horse stable. That was easily Bruce's favorite place to be and where you could find him. Wincing as the door to the stable creaked loudly, Ponyboy walked very slowly into the stable as to not disturb the horses. "Hello? Bruce," Ponyboy said looking around but seeing nothing but horses within their respective stalls. Looking closer into the stalls Ponyboy spotted his favorite horse on this farm. "Rogue," Ponyboy smiled waving at the horse. The young greaser walked over the horse leaving the door somewhat opened. "Hi buddy, how have you been?" Ponyboy asked politely as he went to pet the normally frightened horse. Surprisingly, Rogue let Ponyboy pet him and actually leaned into the touch. "You seem a little more comfortable today," Ponyboy stated smiling up the horse. Looking around for some snacks for Rogue, Ponyboy was luckily able to spot a bag of carrots right next to him. Without hesitation, Rogue moved his head to Ponyboy's hand and started nibbling on the carrots enjoying his snack. "You're just full of surprises aren't you," Ponyboy pointed out before his eyes turned somber, "just like someone else I know." Ponyboy brought up his other hand to gently pet Rogue's mane. "I just don't understand Curly sometimes Rogue," Ponyboy said helplessly, "one minute he's normal the next he's acting crazy. It's always an ongoing battle with him." Vaguely Ponyboy heard the door starting creak open again but he didn't that much attention to it as he thought it was just the wind. "I just wish he would just pick who he wanted to be," Ponyboy confessed, "Why can't he be like that curly haired kid I knew when I was younger. That boy was brave, courageous, and daring, everything I could ever want." Rogue, now finished with his snack, looked up at Ponyboy with his innocently sweet eyes filled with mirth. "I guess I'm just being a little to wishful aren't I," Ponyboy smiled over at Rogue before looking down at the same band that curly haired boy gave him all those years ago, "but maybe he can be the amazing kid that gave me this thing." "Ponyboy!" A voice shouted as the front door to the stable creaked open. The young greaser looked over to see none other than Bruce walking up to him with a gleeful smile on his face. Happily, Ponyboy ran into Bruce's arms let the curly haired teen hug him fiercely. Ponyboy was not ashamed to admit that while these hugs were kind of embarrassing, he did miss them in a way. "How are you?" Ponyboy asked eagerly as they separated. It felt extremely good to see Bruce again, he missed their little talks. "I'm doing pretty good," Bruce nodded before looking apologetic, "I'm sorry about what happened at the movies I was-" "It's okay," Ponyboy interrupted, "Curly told me that something came up and you had to leave, I understand." "Is that what he told you?" Bruce grumbled bitterly not wanting to reveal what happened out of sheer embarrassment. "What about you though?" Bruce bumped shoulders with Ponyboy as he walked further into the stable, "You okay?" Instead of answering directly, Ponyboy just choose to nod his head silently not wanting for the conversation to go further. Unfortunately, Bruce could see right through this. "Really?" Bruce asked raising an eyebrow at him all the while taking some carrots and trying to feed them to Rogue who strangely wasn't biting this time, "you mean there is nothing wrong in your life right now?" "There is something wrong in everyone's life," Ponyboy stated getting quite annoyed, "I just don't feel like talking about it right now." "Come on, I'm your friend you should be able to talk to me about things Ponyboy," Bruce said getting quiet annoyed himself now trying to make Rogue to eat a carrot but he still didn't want one. "Right you are my friend and as my friend you should respect that I don't want to talk about something," Ponyboy replied looking quite confused as to why Bruce was acting so insistent about this. Making an annoyed sound, also causing Rogue to step back slightly, Bruce stopped trying to feed Rogue and went over to Ponyboy. Before the young greaser could think too much about distance between them, Bruce grabbed Ponyboy by the shoulders tightly holding him painfully close to his own body. "Look Ponyboy," Bruce said with a dark look in his eyes that Ponyboy didn't think he could portray, "I'm just trying to look out for you. I know that you've been hanging out with that Curly guy and I'm just worried." "So worried that you have to grab me as hard as you are," Ponyboy pointed out with a wince feeling Bruce's nails digging into him. Bruce paid no heed to this as he continued his little speech. "I want to protect you Ponyboy, I want to keep you safe," Bruce told him with a sincere look on his face, "just like the old days." "What do you mean like the old days?" Ponyboy questioned with narrowed eyes. He didn't understand what Bruce could be talking about. Unceremoniously, Bruce let go of Ponyboy but not before taking a good look at the band on Ponyboy's wrist. "You really don't remember do you?" Bruce asked quietly giving Ponyboy a wary look as he walked pasted him slowly. "Remember what?" Ponyboy blinking over at Bruce's obliviously. He couldn't be implying what Ponyboy thinks he could be implying could he? Bruce sighed dramatically before walking out of the stable but not before getting one last word in. "Don't worry, you'll see soon enough," Bruce said before closing the squeaking stable doors behind him. This left Ponyboy utterly confused and with nothing but the horses to console him. He simply didn't know what Bruce was talking about. If he really is the curly haired boy from his childhood why didn't he just tell him right then and there, why didn't he tell him before? Something isn't adding up here. Ponyboy almost jumped as Rogue suddenly moved his head to nuzzle his shoulder. With a comforting smile, the young greaser stroked the horse mane. "I get the feeling something big is going to happen soon," Ponyboy told Rogue with a bit of concern in his voice, "I just hope whatever it is isn't too bad." … *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* "Will you stop it?" Curly grumbled into his pillow to his friend. "No." That was all Adam said as he continued to hit Curly, who was sitting on his bed with Adam sitting in a chair next to him, on the head with a rolled up newspaper. Adam has been doing this for about an hour. He had come to the curly haired hoods house earlier that to see what he missed yesterday at school (Adam chose to skip that day). When Curly told him what happened with Ponyboy and some of the members of Tim's gang, well, the rest is history. "When do you think you're going to stop?" Curly asked not sounding a bit like his old self. Ever since that whole event with Ponyboy, the curly haired hood has sort of been out of the loop. "When I think you've learned your lesson," Adam answered briefly not stopping his newspaper assault. Curly sighed burying himself deeper into his pillow trying to imitate burying himself literally into the ground. Why did things always have to go wrong for him? Can't he have at least a week where things are normal? Adam, seeing that Curly was being completely unresponsive to him, put away his newspaper and finally decided to talk to him now. "Now you see why I don't like Mark and gaggle of idiots?" Adam said shaking his head, "they create trouble by just existing." Adam wasn't going to ask the question as to why Curly did it, it was far too obvious. Anyone that knew Curly could tell why he did it, whether anyone approved of what he did was an entirely different story. "Why don't you just avoid them, you know there nothing but a bunch of fucking leeches trying to suck up to your brother," Adam practically snarled. It wasn't a mystery to anyone that Adam couldn't stand Mark or pretty much anyone in Tim's gang (except Curly of course). Sure, all of them looked really tough but they had zero sense of individuality, which annoyed Adam to no end. The really strange thing is no one even knew how Mark, Scott, or Kevin even got into Tim's gang in the first place. Tim never allowed hoods younger than sixteen to enter his gang, except for Curly who didn't really count being that he was Tim's little brother. They must have done Tim a solid favor in order for him welcome them into the gang. (1) "Can't really avoid them," Curly answered as he finally raised his head from his pillow, "Tim practically makes them follow me." "Why?" Adam demanded to know scrunching up his face in confusion. "To keep tabs on me I guess," Curly shrugged just giving his friend the only real reason he knew for why Tim had his people around him all the time. He never put too much thought into because before now he never questioned it, he just stored it in the back of his mind. "Don't you get sick of that?" Adam asked not having any older siblings so he couldn't really understand them all too well, "Can't you just tell him to just cut that shit out or just start avoiding your brother." "You want me to avoid my brother?" Curly repeated giving Adam a look that was clearly asking him where his head was, "you know my brother lives here right? It's not like he's some random guy I can just run away from, we sleep a couple doors away from each other! I can't just avoid him." "Okay, maybe that's a stupid idea," Adam said holding his hands up in defense, "you can at least talk-" Adam was interrupted as he caught the dry look on Curly's face. Both of them knew good and well that Tim wouldn't listen to reason. "Or maybe you can just change things yourself and just tell your brother to deal with it," Adam told him. Curly didn't know what to think right about now. He realized that Adam was right to an extent but changing the way you live your life isn't as easy as he's making it out to be, there's far more that goes into this process. The curly haired hood didn't know what he was going to do at the moment but he knew that he had to get out of here, he had to get out of this boring house. Adam didn't even question where Curly was going as he suddenly stood up from his bed and walked out his room. He just silently followed his friend wondering if he was going to have a revelation or something like that. Curly had been walking around aimlessly, not caring where he was going, but stopped as he caught the eye of someone familiar. "Hey other me," Bruce smirked walking over to them with extreme confidence. Curly didn't like the looks of this, his look alike seemed to be brimming with so much smugness that Curly wanted to punch the look right off his face (not that he didn't want to punch him before). "How have you been loser?" Bruce was talking directly to Curly, "Haven't seen you since that whole movie crap you pull." "Loser? Look who's talking rejected boy," Adam rolled his eyes snickering at Curly's look alike, "you're the one that got tossed to the curb, just get over it and move on." "I don't have to do anything," Bruce finally looked over at Adam shooting him an annoyed look, "Ponyboy is mine now." "What makes you say that?" Adam questioned raising an eyebrow at him. As of late Bruce's hasn't had that much success at nabbing Ponyboy, in fact, you could say that he's been terrible at it. Bruce's smug demeanor seemed to increase. Silently he rose up his hand showing off what was on his wrist. Curly's eyebrows rose as he saw a green and blue striped wristband on him with the words "BE BRAVE" on it. He couldn't tell you why, but something vile rumbled through his chest as he saw this. "I win," Bruce declared laughing gleefully. …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. 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