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… (Brief Recap) "It doesn't matter if he leaves now, he'll come back to me later," Bruce snorted walking past Adam and Curly bumping shoulders with them as he left, "just you wait and see." Adam looked as if he wanted to say something to that smug idiot but controlled himself in favor of look back at his friend who has been eerily quiet this whole time. "Curly?" The curly haired hood didn't say anything to his friend just opting to stare in the direction Ponyboy left in. (End Recap) (General POV) Gently, Ponyboy had his head placed on Johnny's shoulder. The young greaser has had head there for the last thirty minutes but Johnny didn't mind, he understood the kind of comfort Ponyboy needed during desperate times. These were certainly desperate times for the young greaser. "Is there something you want to talk about?" Johnny asked glancing down at his best friend from his place beside him on the park bench. "Depends what you mean by want," Ponyboy answered quietly. "Just to get it off your chest," Johnny clarified for him, "it might make you feel better to just talk about it." With a heavy sigh, Ponyboy raised his head from Johnny shoulder to be eye to eye with his friend. "If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won't tell anybody," Ponyboy told him with narrowed eyes. Both of them knew that Ponyboy was speaking of course of his brothers, they never did like it when the young greaser kept things from them. The more they didn't know the less they could protect him from, which aggravated them greatly. "As long as it isn't dangerous," Johnny replied with a firm nod. "Johnny," Ponyboy whined grabbing his arm. "Pony," Johnny said in a stern tone of voice. Johnny Cade wasn't a fool, while he did trust his friend's intelligence and judgment Ponyboy tended to wear his heart on his sleeve more often than not. This sometimes resulted in Ponyboy getting himself into dangerous situations without even knowing it. Johnny loved Ponyboy like a brother and he wasn't going to stand by and let him get hurt, even if it might make his friend angry with him. "It isn't dangerous," Ponyboy told him assuredly knowing that he'll more than that as a good excuse. And Ponyboy told Johnny the whole story/situation. Everything about Curly, Bruce, and even Adam was given to Johnny all at one moment, it was admittedly a little tough for him to swallow at first but he finally got it. "Wow," was the first thing Johnny said after a couple moments in silence making Ponyboy chuckle. "You certainly know how to make things interesting don't you Ponyboy," Johnny said letting out a small chuckle himself. "Sometimes I wish I didn't make things so interesting," Ponyboy smiled sadly laying his head back on Johnny's shoulder. "So what exactly are you upset about?" Johnny questioned not quiet getting what the real problem was. "Well." Truthfully, Ponyboy wasn't that sure himself but he would explain it the best way he could. "Because I don't know how to let Bruce down," Ponyboy voiced before he lowered his eyes again, "or even if I want to." "Do you have feelings for Bruce?" Johnny questioned while internally wondering how berserk Darry and Sodapop would go knowing that two boys were vying for Ponyboy's attention. "Not really," Ponyboy shrugged in response, "I've never really seen him being more than a friend." "But the whole childhood hero thing is changing your mind," Johnny finished for the young greaser. Ponyboy buried his face in his hand nodding in agreement. He couldn't believe he got himself into this mess. "You said you loved Curly right? Well, why do you love him?" Johnny asked more for Ponyboy but also for himself because he honestly could not see why Ponyboy would want to be with a hood like that. A sudden smile appeared on Ponyboy's face somewhat surprising Johnny. It's rare that he's seen Ponyboy that ecstatic to talk about something, usually he's reserves those kinds of smiles for his books. This might be more than a passing crush than he thought. "It's just that he's so much like me and so not like me at the same time," Ponyboy confessed happily, "he's stubborn like me, hardheaded like me, and just as determined as me. He's also really strong, tough to scare, and brave. I admire so much about Curly, how could I not love him?" That was a good question, also one that Johnny didn't have an answer to. Even though he didn't particularly like Curly he did like what he did for Ponyboy and how happy he seemed to make his friend. He just hopes that Curly is grateful for what he's about to do for him. "Go with Curly," Johnny told his friend. Ponyboy shot his friend a surprised look. He didn't expect Johnny to straight out tell him who to choose, it just wasn't his style. "Really?" Ponyboy asked curiously, "are you sure because I don't want to-" "Go with Curly," Johnny interrupted sound completely sure of himself, "He's the one that you love after all." "Yeah," Ponyboy replied not sounding too sure of himself. The young greaser didn't know what to think at this point. Exasperated, Johnny turned to his friend so they were both facing one another. He had to make him see reason. "Ponyboy, where did you get all of those things you named off about Curly from?" Johnny questioned. Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at the strange question but answered it nonetheless to please his friend. "I got those things from being around him and watching how he lives his life," Ponyboy answered as if the answer was obvious. "So you got all that from watching Curly," Johnny nodded giving his friend a pointed look, "not that kid." "Yes," Ponyboy said obliviously still not getting where this was going. Internally, Johnny rolled his eyes at his friend affectionately. Only Ponyboy could make you exhausted and amused at the same time. He hoped he never changed. "That means that you like Curly for what he is now, not what he was when you were a kid," Johnny told him. "Oh," Ponyboy said silently blushing a little bit. "Ponyboy, if you liked Curly for who he used to be then your relationship wouldn't go too far," Johnny advised wisely, "you have to go by how they act now and just put everything they did in the past, well, in the past." Ponyboy knew that Johnny was right on a subconscious level, but he couldn't shake his feelings away that easily. He really did love that curly haired kid from his past, but he also loved the Curly of today. Maybe he should look at them as separate beings, two different people who he happens to love. "I can try," Ponyboy told his friend before hugging him fiercely, "thanks for all the help Johnny." "Sure, sure," Johnny said giving him to small pats on the back. "Hopefully one day I find that curly haired boy, but I guess right now it doesn't matter," Ponyboy said standing up and getting ready to leave. "I thought you said it was Bruce?" Johnny questioned recalling what Ponyboy had just told him a minute ago. "Bruce? I didn't say the curly haired boy was actually Bruce," Ponyboy told his confused friend, "I said that he had a "BE BRAVE" wristband not the "BE BRAVE" wristband." "How do you know the one he was wearing was the wrong one?" Johnny questioned just as Ponyboy started to walk off. "The colors were off," Ponyboy said simply continuing on his way home. He didn't want Darry to be upset with him for being late, not to mention he had some more thinking to do. … A clear starry night, a beautiful rooftop look of the moon, and a full case of beer, some would call this a perfect night to just relax and just let all of your worries fly away. This was not so much the case for one Curly Shepard, it was actually pretty much the opposite for him. Even as Curly was well into his third beer he could not stop worrying about Ponyboy. Yes, Curly can now freely admit that he was worried about Ponyboy. It was a shock to him to. He just didn't know what the young greaser was thinking at the moment. Regardless of how confident he sounded to Bruce, he wasn't so sure he was the one that Ponyboy wanted to be with. He's done a lot of stupid and hurtful things to him, so it's only natural he would want to start over with someone new. Even if Ponyboy didn't want to date him, he hoped that he didn't choose Bruce. That guy is the worst kind of dirtbag. Sure, you got some people that are always asshole and always have an attitude, but then you have guys like Bruce who act like they are civilized and proper when there actually not better than anyone. A guy like Bruce can manipulate emotions which is not a good sign for a new relationship. "Well this is a surprise?" A sarcastic voice called out. Curly turned around swiftly to find Mark Berkley of all people standing beside him on the roof. How the hell could he have known that Curly was here, on top of a convenience store roof? This was a hidden place he comes to because it has the best view of the sky, he never told anyone about this place. "What the hell are you doing here?" Curly hissed angry that someone found his secret hangout than anything else. "Oh please," Mark rolled his eyes at the curly haired hood smirking at him, "you come here so often it's not surprising I'd find you here." Curly, although miffed that his question wasn't actually answered, turned around in his lawn chair and towards the night sky once again. If he was lucky the jackass behind him would get the hint and leave. Curly luck was never that good. "Missed you yesterday at the cookout," Mark said in a casual conversation voice, "even Tim was wondering where you were." Curly ignored that hoods words. He knew that he was just talking to him get him riled up about something. "Don't worry about it though," Mark added with an easy smile, "I told him that you were probably hanging out with Ponyboy again." Curly take a couple more sips of the beer in his hands as he repeated songs in his mind. He wouldn't give Mark the satisfaction of see him angry. "Tim didn't look to happy about this news," Mark said sighing dramatically, "but then again it's not really surprising." Casually, Mark walked over to the edge of the roof passing Curly who was sending him a heated glare, much to his delight. This was almost too easy for him. "After all you are hanging out with one of the dumbest most worthless whores in Tulsa," Mark snickered as he heard Curly growling, "but everyone can admit he is good for one thing, the only thing he's good for really." Violently, Curly jumped up and turned Mark around slamming his back against the edge of the rooftop. Mark was mere inches away from falling off the roof, not that Curly was concerned about that at the moment. As opposed to being frightened or intimated by this event, Mark seemed all the more amused having an insufferable grin on his face. "What is your problem Berkley?" Curly snarled fisting his shirt, "What you always got to come around starting shit with me?" "I'm not starting anything man," Mark replied holding out his hands in defeat, "I'm just doing my job." "To be an annoying little bitchbag?" Curly hissed gripping his shirt tighter. "To keep tabs on you for your brother," Mark shrugged is there wasn't something odd about that, "it's my job and I do it well." "Yeah because being a snitch is such hard work, I don't know how you do it," Curly mocked letting go of the annoying hood not wanting to deal with him any longer. Mark brushed off his clothes from where Curly grabbed him, looking stuck up as he did so, and moved back to the rooftop exit. "Being a babysitter requires more work than you think little Curly," Mark snorted, "so don't knock it until you've tried it." "Oh really?" Curly looked over at Mark feigning interest, "and what else to do you do? I'd love to hear all about your amazing adventures." Mark scoffed not looking quite angry for some reason. "You know, I don't know why I waste my time talking to you. I don't know why Tim wastes his time with you he doesn't even like you." "What the hell are you talking about now?" Curly groaned wondering where all this was coming from, "Stop talking out of your ass." "If he liked you then why did he ask me to watch you all the time?" Mark sneered, "Ever since I was twelve I had to look over your ass." Twelve? Curly wasn't aware that Mark had been around since he was twelve, granted he didn't remember much from that time anyway but it sure is a weird coincidence he would use that specific number. "Although," Mark said with a dark smirk as he turned to leave, "it did have its benefits in the end." What the hell was he talking about? Curly didn't have a clue as to what Mark was alluding to. It left him with a bad feeling in his throat. Curly stood up from his chair and pushed the door open to the roof. "Mark, hey Berkley," Curly shouted thinking that he was still there and just hiding, "What are you talking about? Berkley!" Figuring that it would be pointless to chase him, Curly closed the slammed the door shut in his frustration. Suddenly, Curly head started hurting, a sudden intense feeling of pain coursed through him bringing on some memories. (Flashback) As far as days go Charles could say that he was having a pretty good. His parents didn't fight this morning, it was a clear day outside, his brother wasn't yelling at him for something, and he learned that he actually passed his math test. So all in all, it wasn't a bad day which is why Charles decided a nice walk around the neighborhood would be nice. Normally, this wouldn't be such a good idea because of all the dangerous hoods living nearby but Charles knew the parts where they hung out so he could avoid them. "Hey, hey," An obvious young voice called out. Charles turned around to see a young male around his age running up to him, he looked to be in a hurry for something. "Can I help you?" Charles asked as he's never talked to this boy before, but he can recall seeing him from somewhere. "I've seen you around and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with me," The boy told him trying to pull off an easy smile but wasn't having the best luck at it, "we go to the same school." "Okay," Charles nodded even though he wasn't too sure about this he decided to be nice and give him a chance. "Great," The boy cried out grabbing Charles by the shoulder and pulling over to a darkened area, "let's go over here so we can talk." Charles didn't know why this kid would want to talk in such a gloomy place and just out of the blue, something about this didn't feel right. He opened his mouth to complain but before Charles could say anything he felt a sharp blow hit the back of his head. The only thing Charles could see was the boy smiling down at him with an almost wicked gleam in his eyes. (End Flashback) Curly shook himself out of the memory, it was starting to pain him even more to remember what happened next. Although, he could already guess what happened next. The curly haired hood couldn't believe that he just remembered something new about what happened to him as a kid. Why here and why now? This just wasn't adding up to him. … "Today is the day!" Curly was woken by a very loud voice next to his ear. Frowning, Curly slowly sat up to see the intruder to his room. Of course it turned out to be Adam, smiling down at him with an excited gleam in his eyes as he stood above him. "The day for you to annoy me," Curly grumbled going to lie back down on his pillows which he found missing. The curly haired hood looked accusing at Adam. "No, that's every day," Adam chuckled holding Curly's pillows at his sides, "Get up! You have a big Ponyboy filled day ahead of you." "How did you get in my house at," Curly looked over at the clock beside his bed, "6:30 in the morning when no one is up?" "What? That's not important," Adam said avoiding Curly's words as he urged him up and to his closet, "get dressed." "For what?" Curly asked feeling annoyed but complying with Adam's wishes regardless. "Because today is the big day," Adam repeated rolling his eyes, "the day you get Ponyboy back!" It had been a couple days since Curly had last spoken to Ponyboy. They didn't see each other at school and he rarely came out of his house (not that Curly checked or anything). Curly put on a standard set of clothes for him which was just a white shirt with some rough looking jeans. "Is that what you're wearing?" Adam asked him looking as if he was insulted, "come on man, it's like your wedding day or something." Curly rolled his eyes at his friend's theatrics, "You're putting way too much into this whole thing, how do you know that he's coming today anyway?" Adam suddenly had a mischievous look on his face, something that told the curly haired hood that he was up to no good, before looking over at the door. Curly turned his head in that direction and was visually shocked to find Ponyboy standing in the door way shyly. "Hi Curly," Ponyboy greeted quietly looking back and forth at Adam, who had an ecstatic look on his face and Curly. Curly, so caught up in disbelief and slight happiness, could only utter one thing in response. 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