Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) Annoyed. That was possibly the only calm way to describe Curly's mood as of late. The curly haired hood could think of some other things to say but they wouldn't be child friendly. Curly was literally so bored that the only thing he could think to do is kick rocks in the park, which he was doing. Yes, Darry and Sodapop said that they would think about whether they would let Ponyboy date him (a practice that Curly still despised with a passion) but they were keeping him locked up pretty tight in their house. They seemed to be taking their sweet time thinking about his and Ponyboy's relationship. If he didn't know any better he would think that they might have just said that they were going to think about it but we're just going to keep Ponyboy away from him anyway. However, Curly knew that the Curtis' were all very honest people and the oldest Darry wouldn't even bother lying to him (he's to blunt of a guy for that). Curly didn't know what to do with himself. He thought of going to hang out with Adam or some other people but doing that just seemed off for some reason. He wanted to have fun with Ponyboy and it just didn't feel right having fun without him. "Hey Shepard," A voice called out. Curly turned his head in every direction trying to find somebody but having no luck. He knew that someone was calling for him, last he checked his family was the only Shepard in the neighborhood. "Shepard!" The voice called out again. This time Curly actually heard the direction the voice came from and focused on that. Ironically, not that far from where he was standing Curly could see the hood known as Two-Bit in a car waving him over to him. Curly, out of sheer curiosity (but against his better judgment), went over to see what the infamous Two-Bit wanted. As he got closer to the car he could see Steve Randle and Dallas Winston with him as well. "What do you want?" Curly asked rudely. "Relax little Shepard, we just want to talk to you," Two-Bit with a grin that told Curly that wanted everything but a simple conversation. "I'm listening. What?" Curly sighed already getting impatient. This seemed to make Two-Bit's grin increase for some reason making Curly regret that he didn't just ignore him. "We have a little job to do today," Two-Bit announced dramatically, "a secret mission if you will." "That's nice," Curly said rolling his eyes, "and what does that have to do with me?" Dallas snorted in his place in the backseat as Two-Bit pouted for a brief moment before regaining his composure. "We want your help," Two-Bit told him eagerly. "Why? This is the first time you all have ever talked to me. Why would I be included in your 'secret mission'?" Curly questioned. "Why not?" Two-Bit replied with a shrug, "It's not like you have anything better to do." It's going to be better than kicking rocks that's for damn sure." Curly could concede to that point but then again he didn't really feel like hanging around these guys. "We'll put in a good word for you with Darry and Sodapop," Two-Bit offered in a sing-song voice. "I don't need you put to in a good word for me," Curly snapped angry at the idea that he needed help with anything. The only response he got for his outburst was three disbelieving looks, clearly displaying that they thought Curly had lost his mind. "Kid, you need all the help you can get with those two hardheaded olderbrothers," Two-Bit advised seriously. Grumbling to himself in his frustration, Curly approached the car further and got in the back seat with Dallas. He waited for Steve to get the car running but he was busy checking something off on a list of some kind. Curly briefly wondered what it was before remembering that he really didn't care about these people or their lives. Once Steve was done they took off down the road in surprising silence. Curly would have thought the jokester would have been more- "Hey, want to hear a joke?" Two-Bit asked with an eager smile. Guess Curly spoke to soon. "No," Curly answered instantly. "Why did the duck cross the road?" Two-Bit said completely ignoring Curly's words. "No one cares," Curly hissed at him. "To prove he's no chicken," Two-Bit said loudly bursting into laughter at his own joke. Curly rolled his eyes in exasperation but surprisingly didn't do anything more than that. He was confused when he saw Steve pass back his little list to Dallas who begrudgingly took it and checked something off. "Look, you want to tell what we're doing?" Curly questioned his gaze turning back to the now less hysterical Two-Bit. Two-Bit calmed down to give the curly haired hood a confused look. "What are we going to do about what?" Two-Bit blinked at him. "The mission?" Curly reminded him in confusion. "What mission?" Two-Bit asked him looking completely clueless. "The one that you asked me to do with you five minutes ago!" Curly's right eye was starting twitch from his anger. Suddenly Two-Bit's memory seemed to come back to him as his mouth made a kind of "O" shape. "Oh that thing," Two-Bit replied with a wave of his hand before turning to the driver of the car, "we're almost there aren't we Stevey?" "You are so lucky I'm driving right now or I would beat the hell out of you," Steve said glared at his friend. "I'll take that as a yes," Two-Bit nodded turning to Curly again, "Guess it's time to tell you our super secret mission." "Please do, the suspense is killing," Curly replied sarcastically. "Okay, there's this guy, a Soc, that walks around our turf all the time," Two-Bit informed him, "I'm sure you've seen him, I think his name is Brian Brown." Curly can recall seeing a very uppity guy walking around there side of town that clearly doesn't belong here. The only reason he's allowed to even do this and still be alive is because his uncle is the chief of police around here. Said chief is probably trying to suck up to his successful and rich brother by protecting his kid and constantly having police around him. "What about him?" Curly asked wondering what Two-Bit was getting at. Two-Bit shot him a mischievous grin. "Well, we want you to help us out in stealing that jacket he always has on with diamonds." This was probably the only time since he's entered the car that Two-Bit has literally left him speechless. He simply could not believe what they were asking. "Are you all high?" Curly demanded, "How the hell could anyone steal something like that and get away with it?" "We don't know, that's what you're here for," Two-Bit said pointing at him dramatically with glee. "You all are fucking crazy," Curly huffed getting out of the car as soon as it stopped, "see ya losers." "Oh come on Curly boy," Two-Bit pleaded holding onto his arm as he tried to pass him, "it'll be fun and we'll have your back, don't worry." Curly would normally be the first to say that you should never trust the word of a hood but this group this was somewhat of an exception. This was Ponyboy's group and anything he was a part of had to have some righteousness to it. "Can you swear that I won't go to jail," Curly said looking dead into Two-Bit's to see if he was serious. The last thing he wanted to do was get locked up and mess up his chances to stay with Ponyboy even more. "I swear to everything that you won't get locked up," Two-Bit told him with a smirk but his tone sounded genuine. Curly looked over at Steve and Dallas to see if they were joking but they seemed to be completely serious as well. "Fine," Curly agreed reluctantly. "Great," Two-Bit said letting go of his arm and pointing in a direction, "he's usually walking around over there." Not even bothering to respond Curly started to walk in the direction given to him. "Good luck," Two-Bit shouted between their growing distance from one another. "Yeah, yeah," Curly grumbled under his breath. Curly didn't have to search for long, the guy sticks out like a sour thumb. Sitting on a bench with his well shined shoes, clean pants, tailored shirt, and permed hair he definitely didn't look like he belonged here. Despite all this though, it was the jacket that stood out the most. Yes, the fresh leather jacket that seemed too coated in small diamonds. How rich did you have to be to have a jacket with diamonds on it? Curly wondered how he could do this. The guy is just sitting on a park bench but everyone looks like they have to avoid him. There were two police cars not that far from him and they seemed to be watching everyone around him. If people tended to linger by the guy to long they seemed to get out of their car for a brief moment before getting back in seemingly on duty. "This is ridiculous," Curly said with a shake of his head. Regardless of what he's feeling at the moment he did just come up with a plan that might just work (and might just knock him down a couple man points). "Hi," Curly waved at the snobby looking Soc as he walked over to him. Curly smiled at him with as much cheer and enthusiasm as he could muster. He mastered this kind of acting when he was a kid when he tried to steal something and wanted to make himself look innocent, or as innocent as he hood could be anyway. "You must be Brian right?" Curly questioned in a curious voice, "it's really nice to meet you…sir?" Curly winced, wanting to wash his mouth out with soap as he said that last word. It had been a struggle just to get it out of his mouth. Thankfully Brian didn't seem like he was paying attention, or more precisely, he didn't seem to be paying attention to him at all. He was just staring at the road ahead not even looking in his direction. The curly haired hood clenched his fists together, hating at he was being ignored by this rich little prick. He couldn't stand people like him. It seemed like the cops around Brian had noticed though. Just a couple minutes ago they were barely paying attention to their surroundings but now they seemed to be ready to strike, getting out of their cars feigning walking around the area they were in. No going back now, Curly said to himself internally. Swallowing his pride, Curly walked over to where Brian was sitting, leaning downward and starting to shine his shoe with a cloth from his jacket. "What are you doing?" Brian said looking down at him curiously as if he was nothing but a minor nuisance. "Uh, your dad hired me to be your," Curly was struggling to find the proper word, "assistant for today. I just got the call a little while ago." Brian narrowed his eyes down at the curly haired hood, his eyes analyzing him with a searching gaze. If Curly was in a position to knock himself in the head at the moment he would have. That was probably the dumbest thing he's ever heard in his life. Who would be stupid enough to- "Finally," Brian proclaimed sighing in relief, "I thought my dad would never take me seriously about getting a personal assistant." Curly doesn't know whether he should happy or sad that this is happening. "So, where did my dad dig you up," Brian said giving a disapproval look at Curly's attire, "some kind of outreach program?" "What? No, my dad works for your dad and that's how it happened," Curly replied quickly making everything up as he went along. This boy must be the most naïve human being Curly's ever met (which is saying a lot considering who he's dating) because he's believing everything that he says. "That makes sense," Brian said with nod giving Curly a polite but not a kind smile, "I don't want a shoe shine right now, especially from that dirty old rag you have." "Sorry," Curly said grinding his teeth together urging himself not jump up and punch this smug bastard. "Just don't let it happen again," Brian replied with a shrug before standing up on his feet and walking away from the bench. "Come on," Brian said not ever bothering to look back at Curly as he walked away, "I have some shopping to do." Reluctantly, Curly did what he was told and started to walk behind the spoiled brat. While back on his feet he noticed two things. One, that the police seemed to be backing off a bit (I guess that since Brian seemed to gesture Curly to follow him that he was in the clear) and two, Two-Bit and the others were gone. Now, Curly was thinking that this was scam. They wanted to trick him into to doing something dangerous and stupid for their own amusement (it's something that Tim took great pride in doing to others) and he fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Regardless of whether what he was thinking was true or not Curly was still going to do this. Once he decides to do something he puts his all into it. "Not that I care but what is your name?" Brian asked actually looking back at Curly this time as he talked to him. "Me? C-Clifford," Curly replied stammering over his own name clumsily, "my names is Clifford Jones." "Clifford?" Brian scoffed turning away from him, "Glad my dad didn't name me something like that." This time Curly couldn't refrain himself from rolling his eyes at the prick. This kid was so ridiculously full of himself. Brian wanted them to go shopping and go shopping they did, for three hours. Three painful hours of Brian doing nothing but looking at things, trying them on, and then putting them back deeming them as inappropriate for someone like himself. From now on this will be Curly's definition of torture. He could do nothing but stand and wait as Brian went into stores and literally did nothing in them. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. However, he probably didn't have to do this for long seeing as Brian was so careless with his diamond jacket, just tossing it to the side as he tried on new things. Curly was trying to find the right opportunity to grab it but he couldn't get a moment where Brian wasn't coming out of a dressing room and no one was watching. Finally, the curly haired hood came up with another idea that was sure to work. Moving himself to the fire alarm next to the dressing room he pulled it, making the alarm sound instantly. "What is that?" Brian said in a panic poking his head out of the dressing room. "Uh, I think that's the fire alarm," Curly replied moving so Brian couldn't see the alarm behind him. As Curly expected, Brian ran out in a panic (fully clothed thankfully) out the front door of the store with everyone else. Curly looked over at the jacket Brian left with smirk. Taking his time he grabbed the jacket, slipped it in a bag, and ran out with everyone else. It didn't take everyone long to realize that the alarm was a fake, once they did everyone ran back into the store to continue their business. "Oh no," Brian yelled out in a panic as soon as he ran back in startling everyone. "What is it?" Curly asked feigning concern and hiding his bag behind his back. "My jacket is gone," Brian said with a gasp running around the store frantically trying to find it. "Oh," Curly said helplessly silently snickering to himself. Brian rolled his eyes at him running over to the front counter trying to see if anyone could help him. "Uh, I'm just going go now sir," Curly said to Brian as he walked to the door, "my shifts up." "Yeah, whatever," Brian said not paying that much attention to him as he continued his search. Thoroughly satisfied, Curly walked away with a smirk of victory on his face as he carried his bag with the jacket out of the store. Mission accomplished. … On his way back home, Curly spotted Steve car parked at the Curtis' house. He could see Steve, Dallas, Two-Bit and the rest of the gang hanging out in the front yard socializing with each other. He at first thought it wouldn't be a good idea to go over there seeing that Darry and Sodapop were present but squashed that idea when he saw Ponyboy there as well. He wasn't going let those two make him into some kind of coward. "See?" Curly shouted to Two-Bit walking over and thrusting the bag in his face. "See what, the bag?" Two-Bit took the bag from the hood and took out the jacket. His face lit up in uncontained glee. "No shit, you actually got the thing," Two-Bit cried out bringing all attention to himself and Curly. Curly noted that everyone seemed to be shocked for some reason that he showed up today. Ponyboy however, looked ecstatic to see not just him but the jacket as well. "I told you he could do it," Ponyboy said to Sodapop rubbing his shoulder as he continued to pout. "This isn't fair," Sodapop whined childishly. Curly furrowed his brow wondering what exactly they were talking about. He looked from the jacket to everyone else seeing them in rapt attention. While Sodapop seemed to whining, Darry seemed to look extremely tired rubbing his forehead as if he was getting a migraine. "Congrats kid," Two-Bit grinned putting Curly in a head lock, "you passed the test." "He didn't pass yet," Sodapop snapped snatching the notepad from his best friend and searching over it, "I still didn't grade how he did yet." "Test? What test?" Curly grunted struggling to get out of the headlock. "The test the brat made up for you," Steve said looking particularly bored by this whole thing, "his brother's told him that if you could pass an 'entrance exam' for our gang then they would let you two date." Now, Curly looked even more confused than he did before. He was so confused that he had no time to prepare as he was ripped away from Two-Bit as Ponyboy hugged him fiercely. "Isn't this great Curly? Now my brothers will start letting up on us," Ponyboy said excitedly as he continued to hug his hood, "and you're a part of our gang now." "We didn't say that," Sodapop protested still checking the notes, "we just said that now we'll have a wait and see position from now on and we won't judge as quickly." Ponyboy rolled his eyes sticking his tongue out at his younger brother. "A deal is a deal Soda." This was just a mess, a mess that was leaving Curly so tired beyond belief that he couldn't even fathom what was being said to him right now. "I should have just stayed in the park," Curly said to himself aloud. …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. 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