Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) The ride back to the Curtis residence was a quiet one for Darry and Ponyboy. The young greaser wanted to say something to his older brother but he didn't know what he could say that wouldn't set him off. Even as they came to their house Darry was still silent, gripping the car wheel tightly. Slamming the car door behind him, Darry didn't even wait for his young brother as he went into their house. Dreading the upcoming lecture/shouting match he was going to get, Ponyboy took his time getting out of the car and entering the house, but not enough time that would irritate his brother. Darry was standing with his back to him tapping his fingers on the kitchen table, but as soon as Ponyboy closed the door the elder Curtis brother let him have it. "What the hell were you thinking Ponyboy?" Darry growled. "I'm sorry Darry," Ponyboy held up his hands hoping that making himself look defenseless might calm him down, "I didn't mean for it to happen this way." "How could you not mean for this to happen?" Darry demanded, "I told you to watch who you make friends with." "Who I make friends with," Ponyboy repeated before his eyes widened, "wait what are you talking about?" Darry suddenly calmed down and raised an eyebrow at Ponyboy. "The fact that you lied to cover up for some hood that was dumb enough to try and put graffiti on the school during the day," Darry answered easily. "Wait, you didn't believe my lie," Ponyboy whined not even bothering to dispute it was a lie now. Darry snorted actually looking quiet amused at this point. "You expect me to believe that you would try to spray paint something?" Darry asked disbelievingly, "the last time you used a spray can was for a science project and all you ended up doing is spray painting your eyes on accident." "Those cans are tricky," Ponyboy pouted. Darry sighed coming up to his brother and putting a hand on his shoulder. Ponyboy was pleased to see he wasn't mad anymore, but he did have a stern look on his face. "Look Ponyboy, I know that you don't like to see people get in trouble," Darry explained, "but taking up for them is not the right way to make friends." "I'm not taking up for-" "And lying to me is not the right way to make me trust you," Darry said giving his brother a pointed look which silenced him. "I told you about messing around with those types of hoods didn't I?" Darry lectured, "good for nothings with no ounce of sense in them." You sound like a Soc, Ponyboy started to say before wisely not uttering that from his mouth, mostly because he knew that what Darry was saying wasn't because he was being uppity or rude to their fellow greasers. The eldest Curtis brother knew the kind of stupid and irrational things some greasers do, most of it resulting in hard time in the slammer. Still, Ponyboy didn't count Curly into that category of greaser. Curly was different from the rest of the hoods. "Whatever hood you've been trying to make friends with it stops now," Darry ordered moving so he could look his brother in the eye, "You got off lucky this time Ponyboy, but you won't get lucky twice. Taking the heat for other hoods could get you kicked out of school or even in jail. You hear me?" Ponyboy had to bit his lip from saying something else in response. He couldn't just leave Curly alone, he wanted him, he needed him. The young greaser just decided to nod his head in response, keeping himself quiet and pleasing his brother at the same time. Luckily for him his brother accepted that as he stepped away from him going toward the hallway. Ponyboy let out a deep breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He smiled gratefully up at the ceiling. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. "I don't think it needs to be said that you're not allowed to go anywhere while you suspended, at all," Darry said not evening turning around while saying that. Guess he spoke to soon. … Johnny Cade was an interesting individual. He was mostly known in his gang for being the gang pet but more discreetly, he was known as Ponyboy's third older brother. Why? Well that's quiet the explanation. Growing up, Johnny found himself unable to make friends. His antisocial personality traits beat into him by his father caused him to be distant from the kids around him. For the longest time he literally had no one. His parents didn't care about him, he didn't have any other relatives, and he didn't have any friends, until Ponyboy came along. Yes Ponyboy, the one who went over and talked to him at the playground when everyone else avoided him, Ponyboy who always dragged him over to the Curtis house to play, Ponyboy who encouraged everyone that was in their gang currently today to get to know Johnny better. Johnny felt like he owed the younger boy so much, he wanted to pay him back but he didn't know how. That was until he saw how vulnerable Ponyboy was. Ponyboy was a kind hearted kid who wore his heart on his sleeve, which was not a good thing considering where they lived. Johnny couldn't tell you how many times he saw Ponyboy get hurt, rather through some harsh words fired at him or a punch thrown at his face. This was a neighborhood a sweet and innocent kid like Ponyboy just didn't belong in. That innocence the young greaser has could fade so quickly in this cold environment and Johnny swore not to let it happen. Sure he may seem like a hurt puppy at times, but Johnny Cade was as dangerous as an enrage Doberman when you mess with someone he cares about, especially Ponyboy. So when he heard from Sodapop that he couldn't get anything out of Ponyboy about the whole loss of virginity thing, his Doberman mode kicked in. He knew something wasn't right about that if Sodapop couldn't get anything out of Ponyboy about it (those two might as well Siamese twins for how close they are as brothers). Johnny was determined to figure this out which was why he was skipping school today to visit Ponyboy while he was grounded for the whole suspension ordeal, yet another thing that rubbed him the wrong way. He figured that while no else was home was the perfect opportunity for him to interrogate Ponyboy. As he knocked on the door, Johnny immediately heard some moving around inside the house. The door opened to reveal an excited looking Ponyboy. "Johnny," Ponyboy gasped in relief, "you've come to relinquish me from the confines of my imprisonment." Johnny just blinked in response. "You've come to get me out of here," Ponyboy cleared up. "Oh yeah, that," Johnny nodded in agreement. Sometimes Ponyboy said the weirdest things, but then again it's Ponyboy so he's never really that surprised. "I want to see if could do something to cheer you up after that whole suspicion thing," Johnny told him putting on his best concerned look, "I figured that we could go out and get some ice cream or something." "Ice cream!" Ponyboy cried happily like a child in a candy store. He wasn't really worried about Darry catching him because, let's be honest, he's not going to check on Ponyboy ( he'll be too busy working) and by the time he gets home Darry wouldn't have had a clue that he left. Ponyboy's happy face fell as he eyed his best friend though. What about Johnny's time at school? Sure Johnny always told him that he's not going to do much of anything with a high school diploma, if he's lucky to graduate, but that not an excuse for him to just miss class because of him. "Are you sure you're not missing anything to important in school?" Ponyboy asked worriedly. Him and Johnny go to different schools so he wasn't always up to date on his best friend's constant school activities. Johnny only talks about school when he really needs help in a class or something to that nature. "I'm not missing anything," Johnny replied being more literal than that phrase is supposed to be but thankfully Ponyboy didn't catch that. "Alright," Ponyboy nodded with a grin. Grabbing his coat by the couch, the young greaser followed behind his friend out of the door. I sure hope this works, Johnny prayed to himself as he guided himself and Ponyboy down the street and in town. … "Curly man, why are we out here?" Adam asked for about the fifth time as him and the other curly haired hood walked the streets of Tulsa. Not that he wasn't glad to have an excuse to skip school. but the curiosity was eating him up. "Well, I don't know what you call putting one foot in front of another," Curly explained slowly, "but in my language it's called walking." "You know that's not what I meant," Adam rolled his eyes at Curly's particular brand of humor it's just something you have to have a taste for. Curly said nothing as he continued on his unexplained quest. He honestly didn't even know how Adam ended joining him when he left, all he remembered was hopping in (as in stealing) someone else's car and there was Adam. To tell you the truth, Curly himself didn't even know why he was out here, he just had this feeling in his gut to get out of class and hit the streets of Tulsa. It was a strange sensation that the hood hated yet couldn't escape. "Hey, I didn't see Ponyboy in class today," Adam all of a sudden proclaimed. "And?" Curly blew off reaching into his pocket and lighting up a cigarette. "It kind of messed up my day," Adam complained throwing his hands behind his head, "because whenever I'm about to go into my last annoying class of the day, I can always count on seeing his great ass bouncing in the hallway to get me through." Curly almost choked on his smoke as he turned his head to fast in the direction of the other brown eyed greaser. Adam discreetly hid his smirk as he turned his head slightly to the side and avoiding his friends gaze. As he turned his head he saw someone familiar face across the street. "Speaking of Ponyboy's ass," Adam pointed to the left of himself, "there it goes a bouncing off over there." Curly looked over and did indeed see Ponyboy walking off across the street, but he wasn't alone. Walking incredibly close to him was his best friend Johnny Cade smiling at whatever Ponyboy had just said to him. The curly haired hood felt his blood boil for a reason he couldn't quiet explain at the moment. He couldn't stand that Cade kid, he didn't know why but he just never could. Funny thing is he never knew Cade even existed until Ponyboy introduced him as his new best friend to the entire world, but when he did Curly hated him. The hood watched intently as Johnny wrapped a hand around Ponyboy's shoulder in what can be thought of as an intimate gesture. Curly took the cigarette and crushed it in his hands. This was not going to end well. … "Chocolate and ice cream," Ponyboy cooed beside his best friend eyeing the bag in Johnny's hand delightfully, "who ever came up with this should be out nation's president." Johnny snorted in amusement. No matter what the weather or the time of day, Ponyboy would never say no to hot brownies mixed with ice cream. It was well known to people who knew him to be his favorite treat. "Where should we eat it?" Johnny questioned his friend. "Who cares?" Ponyboy asked rubbing his hands in anticipation, "I just want to hurry and eat my ice cream." "Fine, fine," Johnny broke down and opted to sit on the nearest bench they could find which Ponyboy happily agreed to. The minute they sat down Ponyboy held out his hands for his ice cream. "Gimme," Ponyboy urged. Johnny just stared him down having set the bag of ice cream on his right the opposite of where Ponyboy was sitting. "Gimme, gimme," Ponyboy urged more instantly. "What's the deal with that guy you're dating?" Johnny asked sternly. "Who?" Ponyboy blinked in shock at the randomly asked question. "The one you're sleeping with," Johnny clarified, "tell me and you'll get your ice cream." Ponyboy's eyes widened in shock and horror, he looked at his best friend as if he was some kind of mutant or something. "You," Ponyboy pointed at his dark skinned friend dramatically, "you planned all of this from the start didn't you." And here he goes, Johnny said to himself rolling his eye internally. Here comes another ice cream craving induced crazy speech. "You tricked me into thinking that you'd get me ice cream but it was all a ploy for information. You offered me love but gave nothing but lies! What has become of you Johnny Cade, to think that we-" "The more you talking about nothing the colder you brownies are going to get," Johnny interrupted. Huffing, Ponyboy stopped all of the dramatics. "Fine," Ponyboy sighed, "What exactly do you want to know?" "I don't need to know his name," Johnny reassured him even if he would like to know his name, "but just tell me something's about him." "Well," Ponyboy bit his lips before speaking due to not being use to verbally saying how great his feelings were for Curly, "I love him." I kind of figured that, Johnny said to himself. "I've known him for a while," Ponyboy confessed with a nervous smile on his face, "and I've always had these feelings for him. When I was younger I didn't understand what I felt for him but now I do." "And how does he feel for you?" Johnny asked slowly getting a feeling that the answer wouldn't be one he'd like. Johnny was unfortunately right as he saw his best friend wince and look down at his feet at the question. Johnny's inner Doberman snapped to attention but he wasn't going to say anything, yet. "He doesn't exactly feel the same way," Ponyboy replied quietly, "it's just a work in progress for him." "But he does treat you well doesn't he?" Johnny asked pointedly, "he doesn't, oh I don't know, steal your shirt and force you to walk in the cold does he?" "It's not like that Johnny," Ponyboy groaned, "he means well but he's a little um…misguided is all." "And misunderstood," Johnny added. Ponyboy gazed up at him in question. "I've heard it before," Johnny shrugged dryly thinking of his parents. "Look Ponyboy, if he's not treating you with respect then you need to leave him," Johnny advised, "nothing good comes from these relationships." "Our relationship isn't normal though," Ponyboy argued desperately, "we have a kind of bond with each other." "Really?" Johnny raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes really," Ponyboy urged starting to get a little insulted, "and to be fair Johnny you don't really know him enough to judge him like this." Johnny, not wanting their conversation to get out of hand, reached over and finally gave Ponyboy his ice cream. "I don't need your peace offering," Ponyboy huffed snatching the bag away from him and practically attacking his froze treat, lucky the spoon was in the ice cream otherwise Ponyboy probably would have ate it with his bare hands ( believe or not the young greaser has done that before). "You know when people say something like that they usually don't take what was offered to them," Johnny pointed out casually. Ponyboy gave his friend a dry look before he continued on eating. "Those people are fools," was all Ponyboy said in response. Who wouldn't take free ice cream? "Hey!" Ponyboy and Johnny looked over to see a smug looking Adam standing before them, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "What up kiddies?" Adam greeted sounding overly perky. "Hi Adam," Ponyboy gave him a small wave. At Johnny's wary look Ponyboy introduced the both of them. "Johnny this is Adam, he goes to my school. Adam this is Johnny my best friend," Ponyboy said all the while pleasuring his mouth with his delicious frozen treat. "Nice to meet ya," Adam moved over to shake Johnny's hand. "Hm," was all Johnny said but shook the other teens hand nonetheless. He was never good with meeting new people. Adam looked between the two of them eyeing them curiously. "So what is this a date?" Adam asked bluntly as if it was any of his business. Johnny's eyebrow rose at the tactless question while Ponyboy just chuckled. "No, Johnny and I are just friends," Ponyboy answered, "plus it would be hell trying to get this past my brothers." Adam raised an eyebrow at him thinking of the person Ponyboy was currently 'dating'. If his brothers wouldn't be okay with him dating someone in the gang, someone they trust, then gods knows what would happen if they meet Curly. It's no use to keep on thinking about it there are more important matters at hand. "So Ponyboy, you coming to my party next week?" Adam questioned. "Party?" Ponyboy's eyes snapped up. The young greasers always loved the idea behind parties but he rarely goes to any, mostly because he's not that popular with his peers. "Sure," Adam nodded, "My folks are going to be out of town next week so I'm throwing an all-out bash. You're coming right?" "Oh, okay," Ponyboy agreed excitedly exchanging a look with is best friend who was unsurprisingly skeptic about him going. Johnny was not by any means a party guy, in fact he hates being in big crowds all together. "Great," Adam cried picking Ponyboy up by his legs and lifting him up in his arms, "were going to have an ass load of fun." Ponyboy squealed femininely as he was bounced in the eccentric greaser's arms. Johnny just looked on not knowing whether to be frightened or amused. "Adam you are crazy," Ponyboy chuckled actually having fun with this while Adam just grinned lecherously. "What the fuck is this?" All three boys turned around to see an enraged curly haired hood behind them. Curly looked as if he was about to explode. As soon as he saw Ponyboy and Johnny together he went to stomp over to them but stopped himself midstride. Not being able to fathom what he was doing, he power walked the opposite way of them completely ignoring Adam calling out for him. When he was almost back at his own house he stopped suddenly. He didn't understand what he was running away from (Curly Shepard doesn't run away from anything). So went back into town, determined to ignore Ponyboy but instead walked over the scene with Adam and Ponyboy. "I see your doing what you do best," Curly snarled looking angry at Adam or Johnny but rather Ponyboy. "W-What do you mean?" Ponyboy stuttered climbing out of Adam's arms with said greaser having a cautious look on his face. Silently, Curly walked over to them and roughly grabbed Ponyboy's arm twisting it slightly. "Whoring yourself," Curly sneered. "Come on Curly don't do this," Adam hissed lowly worried about Ponyboy but not trying to draw do much attention to the four of them, they were all technically playing hooky. "Curly stop," Ponyboy begged trying to free his arm but found his own strength paling in comparison to the hoods. "Why? You already have two guys on you why not have three," Curly raged twisting Ponyboy's arm even more making the young greaser wince. In a matter of seconds Johnny, using strength that most wouldn't think he had, yanked Curly off of Ponyboy pushing him away quite a bit. "Don't touch him," Johnny glared at the curly haired hood fiercely. He had no idea what his problem was but he wasn't going to let him put a hand on his best friend. "Don't fuck with me Cade, I'm not in the mood," Curly snarled moving to get in the dark skinned teens face. Intercepting him, Ponyboy moved in front of his best friend facing Curly himself. "Curly please," Ponyboy pleaded holding his hands out in front of himself, "let's just talk about this later okay?" The curly haired teen gazed at the young greasers pleading look staring into his innocent green eyes. For a second he found himself losing his anger and frustration before he leaned over and whispered in Ponyboy's ear. "You owe me later," Curly told him before actually walking off barreling through the three other greasers. Silence gripped them as they just watched the curly haired teen leave, no one knowing what to say after that. It's a good thing Ponyboy doesn't hang around that asshole normally, Johnny thought to himself trying to calm himself down. Who did he think he was calling Ponyboy a whore and talking down to him like that? Ponyboy was just shaking his head wondering what was going on with Curly. Why would he say silly things like that? It doesn't make any sense. 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