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) "Get off," Ponyboy grumbled into his pillow. "Not until I get some answers," Sodapop replied smugly above him. Currently, Sodapop was lying on top of his younger brother on their bed. He was lying so while he was able to hold him down it wasn't necessarily hurting him. "There's nothing wrong," Ponyboy repeated for the third time. "That's what you said last time and just like last time I'll tell you that I want a truthful answer," Sodapop ordered sternly. Ponyboy moved so he could look at up at his older brother with pleading eyes, which he wasn't paying any attention to. Why did he choose now of all times to be immune to his puppy dog stare. "What makes you think something's wrong?" Ponyboy asked in a purposefully pitiful voice in order to sway his brother. Sodapop just gave him a dry look. "I asked if you wanted cookies for breakfast and you said no," Sodapop reminded him of a couple minutes ago. "Maybe I just wanted a well-balanced breakfast today," Ponyboy argued smiling at his brother weakly. Ponyboy whimpered as the pressure on his body increased. He couldn't tell his brother the truth, mostly because Sodapop didn't know everything that's been going on with him lately. Ponyboy was feeling very low due to his meeting with Bruce. That had not been one of his best moments, but sadly it was one of the most memorable. The young greaser couldn't believe that he would act that way. Granted he knew that Bruce would be upset, understandably so, but not so upset enough to actually try and attack him. How could he show that much hatred for him, the one that supposed to be his friend. "Ponyboy?" He was brought out of his thoughts by his brother's voice beside him. He didn't even noticed that his brother he gotten off him as he was in his daze. "Come on, talk to me kiddo," Sodapop whispered giving Ponyboy a worried look. Ponyboy silently cursed his brother because now he felt guilty for making him worry. "I'm just going through a rough patch with Bruce right now, we're not talking," Ponyboy sighed saying some of the problem and not all of it. "You want to say why?" Sodapop asked happy that Ponyboy was talking but annoyed he didn't get the whole story. "Because of my…" "Ponyboy didn't know if he wanted to give Sodapop the real reason behind all this. Admittedly, he would like him and the gang to know what's going on just to get everything off his chest, but he didn't want to start any more problems. He knew how his brothers could get sometimes but knew that he had to placate him somehow because knew that they weren't going to let up any time soon. "Because of the guy I'm dating?" Ponyboy confessed. He didn't know why he said it like a question. Sodapop's comforting smile instantly dropped as he looked at his young brother with a shocked expression. "Dating?" Sodapop whispered the word saying it as it the concept was foreign to him. Ponyboy sighed silently and gave his brother a nod. He was mentally preparing himself for the lecture that was sure to come. "No," Sodapop shook his head laughing in a semi disturbing manner, "no no no Ponyboy. You are not dating anyone. You are not dating anyone I haven't met." "You've met him before," Ponyboy blurted out. He was debating with himself whether he should keep talking or not. He really didn't know what would piss his brother off more than he is already. "Who? Is it someone in the gang?" Sodapop demanded threateningly. He was going through the four possibilities and the ways he would kill each and every one of them for keeping this important a secret from him. "No," Ponyboy protested quickly wanting to get that thought out of his mind as soon as possible. Not only is that improbable in his eyes, he only sees the gang as older brothers, but that would cause a whole mess of problems. "Alright then, who is it?" Sodapop barked giving his brother a rare glare. "Tell me or I swear I will get-" "What's all the yelling about?" said Darry from beyond their door. Sodapop shot his brother a warning look before Ponyboy rushed to the door and slamming it shut as Darry tried to come in. "Nothing," Ponyboy reassured his elder brother, "we were just talking really loud about something that's all." "We were discussing Ponyboy boyfriend," Sodapop declared to their brother loudly. Ponyboy turned around and glared at Sodapop fiercely. He was given nothing but a smirk in return. The young greaser couldn't hear anything beyond the door behind him which frightened him. It was like the calm before the storm and it was only a matter of time until- "Ponyboy Michael Curtis!" Ponyboy groaned loudly sliding down the door and curly down on the floor. This was going to be a long talk. … "You're like a mosquito," Curly informed his friend as Adam buzzed around him asking him questions. "All you need to do is answer my questions, "Adam said in a sing-song tone of voice walking with him to school. "All I need is a fly swatter," Curly rolled his eyes in exasperation. Adam has been bothering about Ponyboy ever since he met with him to walk to school. He didn't even know why he was walking to school with him in the first place, he's never done this before. Adam rolled his eyes wrapping an arm around Curly's shoulder making him tense. "Fine, if you don't tell me I'll just ask Ponyboy and bother him," Adam shrugged snickering to himself internally. "Leave him alone," Curly hissed all of a sudden glaring at Adam angrily. Curly didn't understand why but ever since yesterday and that scene with his look alike he's felt that he should be more protective of Ponyboy and ironically he is being more protective of him. I guess that's the price he pays for being in a relationship. "Okay Alpha male," Adam held his hands up in defense genuinely shocked by his friend's reaction. He didn't think he would get protective on him, he was just trying to get Curly slightly annoyed. "I'll leave your partner alone." Curly just grunted in acknowledgment, he could see them coming up to their school slowly. Suddenly, a thought came to Curly's mind as he was still thinking about Ponyboy. "Is Ponyboy walking to school?" Curly asked looking around for him, not frantically but just insistently. "I don't know," Adam said not having the slight idea what Curly was getting at, "doesn't he usually get a ride with someone from his gang or his brothers?" The Curtis brothers, something Curly didn't want to think about right now. He didn't want to think about them because he simply didn't know what to do about them. The curly haired hood imagined that they would want to know about him dating Ponyboy but could only imagine how they'd react. Curly didn't really care how they acted though, he would still see Ponyboy even if they locked him in a tower like Rapunzel. Curly looked over to the road and was able to see Ponyboy being driven to school by one of his brothers. The young greaser looked to be bored out of his mind as Darry talked to him about something. "Hey, where are you going?" Adam asked as he saw Curly running to the schools parking lot. Curly didn't answer, choosing just too run to were Ponyboy's car parked. He then slowly started to walk past it not making eye contact with people in the car (not that they were paying attention to him). As Ponyboy opened his door to get out of the car Curly was able to catch the end of what his brother was telling him. "-him soon Ponyboy." Darry said sternly. He had a no nonsense look on his face as he eyed his brother. "For the fifth time I promise he'll be there," Ponyboy whined almost stomping his foot childishly. His brother was quiet clear on what he wanted. "He better be or I'll hunt him down," Darry threatened slamming Ponyboy's door closed himself before leaving the parking lot. Ponyboy huffed and started to go into his school, he didn't even notice Curly was not far behind him. "I have a lecture headache," Ponyboy groaned holding his head in his hand. "Poor baby," Curly said mockingly before taking Ponyboy's hand off his head and holding it in his own. Ponyboy eyes snapped to where Curly was and he immediately beamed. "Curly!" Ponyboy said pleased, "wow, you're at school again. Keep it up and I might think you actually think you still go here." "Don't get to carried away," Curly snorted a smile slowly making its way onto his previously stoic face. Both teens jumped as Adam suddenly came between them completely scaring them. Ponyboy looked over at him in surprise while Curly was extremely annoyed. Adam didn't pay attention to either of them though, choosing to look at where the two of them are connected. "Hand holding?" Adam said suggestively, "Looks like my plan worked after all." "Plan? What plan?" Curly replied rolling his eyes with a slight blush on his face. While he was embarrassed that someone caught him showing a sign of affection in public he surprisingly didn't pull away, in fact he actually started to rub his thumb on Ponyboy's hands (something Ponyboy did notice but knew better than to comment on). "My plan to get you both together of course," Adam declared wrapping his arms around both their shoulders. "You ain't do shit," Curly rolled his eyes at Adam slapping him on the back of the head. Adam pouted at his hood friend Ponyboy snickered at the two of them politely slipping out of Adam's embrace. "Oh come on, why can't Adam get some appreciation," Adam threw up his hands dramatically as he watched Curly guide Ponyboy away, "Where are you going?" Curly didn't bother to answer him but Ponyboy at least had the manners to turn around to say something to him. "We'll see you later," Ponyboy shot him a kind smile before following Curly, not that he had much of a choice seeing as Curly had him by the shirt, wherever he was guiding them. Adam huffed folding his arms and walking to his locker to get his books. Though on the way he couldn't fight off the smile he had been fighting. "We're not going to class are we?" Ponyboy asked out of curiosity although he already knew the answer to his question. "Sure we are," Curly told him walking past both of their lockers and guiding them further down the hall. "And what class are we going too exactly?" Ponyboy said amused as they walked past his first period course. He didn't care too much since they didn't do anything in that class anyway, the teacher didn't even take attendance. "An outside class," Curly sighed not even blinking as he took them to the backdoors of the school leading to the football field. "Oh really?" Ponyboy raised his eyebrows in mock surprise and nodding his head. "And who's the teacher?" Ponyboy almost gasped as Curly turned around and kissed him roughly on the lips gripping shirt even harder than before. "Why are you trying to annoy me?" Curly whispered to the young greaser shoving him against the wall next to the back door. "You're sexy when you're annoyed?" Ponyboy shrugged for an answer playing with Curly shirt and somewhat groping his chest. Curly grabbed Ponyboy's hands and held them to his own. "Don't try and start something you don't want to finish," Curly warned him walking them both to the bleachers. "How do you know what I want to finish?" Ponyboy questioned in half confusion and half amusement. Curly walked the both of them up to the middle of the bleachers urging Ponyboy to sit next to him. Obediently, Ponyboy did what was asked of him and comfortably sat next to the curly haired hood. "Because there are some things you want to talk about," Curly said knowingly staring at Ponyboy pointedly, "something about a boy that looks like me." "Oh." Immediately Ponyboy good mood deflated as his recent memories that he had tried to bury came back to him. "There's nothing much to talk about," Ponyboy shrugged leaning into Curly's warm by his side. "I'm over it." "He was an asshole," Curly said ignoring what Ponyboy had just said, "but you shouldn't beat yourself up over what happened." "I'm not beating myself up, I'm fine," Ponyboy proclaimed exasperatedly. Curly raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. If there was one thing Ponyboy could say he didn't like about himself it was how easy to read he was. He hated how anyone, and he literally meant anyone, could tell how he was feeling just by looking at him. He really wanted to curse his mother for making him so outwardly expressive of his emotions. "Okay, maybe I am a little upset by what happened," Ponyboy admitted reluctantly, "but can you blame me? I think it's safe to say I lost a friend." "You didn't lose a friend," Curly grunted pushing himself and Ponyboy down to lie on the benches behind them, "he lost a friend." "That's the same thing," Ponyboy said with a roll of his eyes. "No it's not because you didn't lose him he lost you," Curly replied with a sharp point in his tone, "he fucked up not you." Ponyboy didn't believe that, Curly could tell that very easily by the way he lowered his eyes to his jeans. Tapping the young greaser on the chin, Curly made so Ponyboy would look him directly in the eye so they could be face to face. "It's not your fault you hear me? It's not your fault," Curly grabbing Ponyboy by the shoulders, "You did nothing but tell him the truth." "Well I-" "Do you like me?" Curly demanded to know suddenly. "Yes," Ponyboy answered instantly without a hint of doubt in his voice, "I've always liked you Curly no matter what." The curly haired hood couldn't fight off a grin at the declaration of affection from Ponyboy. He probably will never get tired of it. "Do you like him?" Curly questioned silently hoping that the young greaser answers this question as quickly as he did the first one. "No," Ponyboy denied firmly easing Curly's fears, "I don't see Bruce that way." "That's that then," Curly told him, "it was your decision and no one can say you're wrong because it was your choice." "I didn't want anyone to get hurt though," Ponyboy admitted guiltily. "You're dealing with feelings Ponyboy," Curly reminded him dryly, "someone was going to get hurt no matter what happened." "Would I have hurt you if I had somehow fallen for Bruce?" Ponyboy asked obliviously. Curly gave Ponyboy a look of shock and amazement. How is it that the young greaser could be so smart and yet so stupid at the same time. "You are truly something else Ponyboy," Curly shook his head lying back on the bleachers again putting his hands under his head, "whether or not that's a good thing or not I don't know." Ponyboy pouted lying next to the curly haired hood snuggling up to him somewhat. "Hey, don't make fun of me," Ponyboy protested, "and where did you get such an expertise on emotions. I thought you were Mr. Cold Hearted Hood. Did you find your feminine side?" "Yep," Curly replied with a smirk, "I found my Ponyboy side." Ponyboy punched Curly in the shoulder pouting once more at his snickering before his eyes turned sincere. "Thanks Curly," Ponyboy said sincerely giving him a thoughtful look, "you know you've really changed from the hood I use to know. Maybe there's a chance that my brothers won't kill you after all." "What?" Curly blinked over in Ponyboy's direction. "Oops?" Ponyboy chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his head. He really wanted to kick himself right now. Luckily, or unluckily depending on your point of view, Ponyboy didn't have to elaborate on what he meant as they were greeted by three familiar faces. "Well lookie here boys," Mark sneered as Scott and Kevin snickered behind him as they came up to the bleachers in front of the couple, "our favorite couple having some good old fashion private time." Curly never wanted a blunt object more in his entire life. He would literally take anything, even a ruler, just as long as he could beat these three idiots standing below him. Ponyboy didn't move or say anything, choosing just to look between Curly and the other three boys. Curly's face was blank, not really shocking, so he couldn't tell what he was thinking but he hoped that this situation wouldn't turn about to be the same as the last one. The young greaser didn't know if he could take Curly rejecting him like he did last time. "Oh hey, sorry about getting in your way," Mark held up his hands mockingly, "I'm sure you two would love to stay up their all day and just stare into each other's eyes." Scott and Kevin were weirdly getting a kick out of everything Mark said. Then again, they are just lackeys so you really can't expect that much from him. "Yeah, probably," Curly said with a shrug shocking both Ponyboy and the three hoods at the foot of the bleachers. Abruptly, Curly stood up and stretching his legs before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Let's go," The curly haired hood gestured for Ponyboy to stand and follow him which he happily did. "When your brother finds out about this you're so dead," Mark hissed as Curly passed him with Ponyboy by his side. "Maybe he will," Curly replied carelessly shooting Ponyboy a look, "or maybe he'll learn to deal with this." "Are you actually admitting to actually going out with the Curtis baby," Mark cried desperate for an answer from him. Not even bothering to give him a verbal answer, Curly very clearly wrapped an arm around Ponyboy's waist and walked them both to the school. "Are you sure this is okay?" Ponyboy whispered into Curly's shoulder. He was beyond ecstatic by this development but his curious brain was still running a mile a minute. "More than sure," Curly said simply opening the door for them to walk into the school together. Shooting the three perplexed teens by the bleachers one last look, Curly slammed the door closed behind him. …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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