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.
… (Brief Recap) Just as the horse looked like it was about to come head on with Ponyboy, the boy stood in front of him protectively, his arms spread out in front of him. Ponyboy felt himself going faint, his body not being able to handle so much shock at one moment. However, just as he passed out he thought he heard the boy say something. "Ponyboy? Is that really you?" (End Recap) Ponyboy woke up with a start. With sleep still in his eyes he looked around the dark room he was in but found nothing. He was hoping that everything that just happened, the party, curly, and the horse, was just a dream but that notion was quickly thrown out as he couldn't find anything familiar in this unfamiliar house. Quietly Ponyboy got out of the bed he was in, he didn't know where he was or what situation he had gotten himself into (for all he knew he could have been kidnapped). The young greaser tiptoed his way out the door, wincing as the door creaked loudly as he hoped and closed it. "Going somewhere?" Ponyboy nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the unfamiliar deep voice. Taking precaution, the young greased held up his hands and stood stiffly still as if he was being a held at gun point. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to trespass or whatever it is that I did," Ponyboy proclaimed nervously. The man chuckled, which Ponyboy thought was a bad sign. He's seen movies like this, young innocent boy gets lost and finds himself in some guy's house in the middle of nowhere. One the guy's minute being all nice to the boy and feeding him, the next the kid ends up being chopped up for the family to eat. "You're not trespassing young man," The man reassured him in what Ponyboy could here was clearly a country accent, "my son brought you here actually." "So you can carve me up for dinner?" Ponyboy accused. Turning around he saw a well-built man around Darry's size and weight. The guy didn't look particularly stranger or abnormal, but he was shooting Ponyboy a look. "Boy, what on earth are you talking about?" The man shook his head at the young greaser wondering if he was still half asleep. "Don't try and fool me," Ponyboy narrowed his eyes at the older man, "you sent your son out to harvest my tender body for your supper!" "…You are one strange little man-child, you know that?" "You should see me on a stressful day," Ponyboy claimed dreamily before remembering what he was doing and put back on his stern face. The man put his hands in defense. "Look kid, my son was just trying to get back that horse when he saw you get knocked out in shock because of him. He just brought you back to our house to get you out of the rain." Ponyboy nodded taking in what he said. The young greaser couldn't help but notice how much anger the elder man had when talking about that horse. It must break out a lot in order to gain such frustration from him. In the corner of his eye Ponyboy spotted a window next to him, he noticed how dark it was and how it was still raining outside. The young greaser's stomach clenched as he remembered his brothers. "Oh no," Ponyboy groaned slapping his own head. Darry was going to kill him when he got back home. "What time is it?" Ponyboy asked looking almost afraid to ask. The brown curly haired man glanced over at his clock. "It's almost one o'clock," The man informed him. "I am in so much trouble," Ponyboy stated moving over the window inspecting the weather, "How am I supposed to get home in all this rain?" "I can take you home," The guy volunteered smiling at the stressed Ponyboy gently, "It's no trouble for me." "Really," Ponyboy turned to him looking as if he was his savior. Remember his manners the young greasers finally introduced himself. "I'm Ponyboy Curtis," Said greaser held it out his politely for the boy to shake. If the man was the slightest bit surprised at his name, he didn't show it as he simply shook Ponyboy's hand. "Bryan Montgomery," He stated with a mysterious smile, "a pleasure to finally meet you Ponyboy." Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at him. Finally? "My boys name is Bruce," Bryan proclaimed gesturing up the stairs, "but he's sleeping now, running around for about two hours chasing after that horse tired him out." "Could I maybe come by tomorrow" Ponyboy asked, "so I can thank him?" The young greaser felt it was only natural to thank the person who helped him the way Bruce did, he would feel guilty if he didn't thank him. "I'm sure he would like that," Bryan chuckled moving to a drawer on the side of the room and pulling out his keys. "You ready?" Bryan asked jiggling his keys. Ponyboy nodded gratefully. … "He is so dead," Darry swore pacing up and down the living room. This was the last time he ever let Ponyboy out by himself again. "Calm down," Sodapop told him looking a little worried himself. He knew how crazy high school kid parties could get, "I'm sure he's fine." Darry briefly gave Sodapop a 'are you kidding me' look before dutifully going back to his pacing. Both the Curtis brothers' heads snapped to the door as they heard a car pull up in the drive way amongst the pitter patter of the rain. "Who the hell is that?" Darry demanded not in the mood for sudden guests. Cautiously, Ponyboy came up to the door of his house and slowly opened it. He immediately cringed as he saw the angry face of his eldest brother. "Wait," Ponyboy cried startling his brothers, "before you say anything I have a legitimate excuse." Darry's frustrated look turned suspicious as Ponyboy dragged a man clearly older than himself in from the rain. "Ponyboy, who is this?" Darry demanded with narrowed eyes without much malice though. There was something familiar about this man but Darry couldn't put his finger on what exactly. "This is Mr. Montgomery, Mr. Montgomery these are my brothers," Ponyboy said introducing them all." "Please call me Bryan," Bryan stated, "and I think I can explain why Ponyboy was late for his curfew." And so Bryan explained to both of Ponyboy's brothers what had happened with his son and their horse. The elder Curtis brothers took all this in surprisingly well, staying calm and letting him finish. "Why were you in the rain?" Sodapop turned to his little brother who was snuggling up to him on the couch trying to stay warm. "I was leaving the party, I didn't feel like being their anymore," Ponyboy claimed wording his sentence so it wasn't exactly a lie. Darry nodded shaking Bryan's hand. "Thank you Bryan for helping my little brother," Darry said to the curly haired man looking much better than he previously did. "It wasn't a problem, but it was mostly my son," Bryan told him smiling easily at him. "Well, thank him for us to," Sodapop said firmly wrapping his arms around Ponyboy's freezing body. With that, Bryan exited the house leaving the three Curtis brothers alone with each other. Ponyboy yawned, still feeling a little tired from today's events. Although it was only for a brief moment you could see Darry's eyes soften as he saw his youngest brother cuddling up with Soda. "Alright people, let's go to bed," Darry ordered sounding tired himself, "we'll talk about this again in the morning." Sodapop stood up with Ponyboy at his side, the young greaser was practically asleep while lying on him. "You're not going to ground him are you?" Sodapop asked protectively wrapping an arm around Ponyboy's shoulder as he walked them to their room. "No," Darry wasn't that irrational to think that Ponyboy should take all the blame for the spoken incident. However, he wasn't going to let him get off scott free. … Ponyboy arose from his sleep with a big yawn stretching himself like a cat. Feeling the emptiness of the bed, he saw the Sodapop was gone. "I must have really slept in really late if Sodapop got up before me," Ponyboy acknowledged getting up off the bed and getting himself ready for the day ahead. Heading into the kitchen for some breakfast, Ponyboy saw both of his brothers, and much to his irritation Steve, at the table. "Good morning people, and Steve," Ponyboy greeted finding great satisfaction as Steve gave him an irritated look as he passed him on his way to the refrigerator. Popping it open, he pulled out their carton of orange juice. "Sit Ponyboy," Darry ordered pointing to the seat beside him. "I'm not a dog," Ponyboy pouted grabbing a cup from a cabinet and carrying it with the orange juice to his seat. "I hope you don't think you're off the hook Ponyboy," Darry told him handing his young brother his breakfast. Ponyboy groaned internally knowing good and well that he was going to get punished for last night. "What hook?" Ponyboy asked innocently putting on an oblivious face taking a bite of his eggs and bacon. Sodapop was the only one at the table that was amused. Ponyboy felt his cute act crumble at his brother's stern gaze. "I'm not ground again am I," Ponyboy pleaded whining a little. "No," Darry declared at which point Ponyboy sighed in relief, "but you are getting extra chores for the next week, all the ones that we rotate are now yours, including laundry, washing and cleaning the dishes." Ponyboy nodded, more than grateful to take chores over being bound to this house all day and night. "Oh," Ponyboy proclaimed as he a sudden thought struck him, "I was going to go over to Mr. Montgomery's ranch to thank Bruce." "Bruce?" Sodapop raised an eyebrow at him stuffing his mouth with bacon. "Bryan's son," Ponyboy clarified. "They still got that crazy horse?" Sodapop asked feeling for the first time in his life wary of a horse, he usually loved horses. "I'm sure they have it restrained," Ponyboy reassured his brother with a sigh. He really just wanted to get his apology over with. Sodapop looked to Darry as if asking him to say how he should feel about this. "You can go, just keep away from the wildlife unless you have someone with you," Darry advised. With a smile, Ponyboy nodded and quickly finished his breakfast. He practically ran out of the door and out of the house. … Ponyboy both loves and hates days like these, days when the sun is shining and everything is just so peaceful and clear. What he loves is enjoying nature in all its beauty as he walks along the streets of Tulsa, what he hates is his mind. When the young greaser is alone and there is no one to really talk to and there is nothing for him to read he does what anyone else would do, think. More specifically he thinks about all the recent happenings in his life and that is something Ponyboy doesn't want his mind to bring back up but he couldn't help it. Oh Curly, Ponyboy thought to himself pitifully with his eyes cast downward and his jaw tightening. The young greaser just couldn't understand why Curly would sleep with someone else it just doesn't make any sense! Curly had Ponyboy to keep him company in bed isn't that enough for him? As the memory of Curly with that girl came back to him, Ponyboy felt that sharp pain he felt resurface in his heart again. How could someone like Curly be so greedy and selfish at the same time? Ponyboy didn't understand it, he never used to be like this. (Flashback) A ten year old Ponyboy has just exited a bookstore with a large smile on his face. Today he had bought his very first book. He had been saving up for it all last year with birthday and Christmas money and now he finally got it. He was practically bouncing up and down the sidewalk as he walked away proudly from the store with his new book. "Hey greaser kid," An older boy said tauntingly. Ponyboy stood stiff, turning around slowly he saw three Socs kids standing behind him intimidatingly, they looked to be around his age. "Please leave me alone," Ponyboy said timidly clutching his book in his hands. The boy's ignored him snatching the book out of Ponyboy's hands despite his protests. "Give that back, it's mine," Ponyboy shouted jumping up for the book. He hated that he could already feel tears in his eyes. He looked around trying to find anyone, even though he was naively searching for his brothers who weren't there, to help him. The people in the busy streets were ignoring them though. These types of bullying situations happened all the time in Tulsa (it didn't help Ponyboy that he was shopping in a predominately Soc area). "Aw, the baby is crying," The kid laughed along with his friends as they started playing around with his book. "There is no way a stupid greaser kid like you could read this kind of book," One of them declared with a snort. "Yeah, it doesn't have any pictures in it," Another kid said snidely. Ponyboy sniffled doing his best to remember what his brothers taught him about ignoring people's words, but it sure was hard for him. "You don't need this kind of book," The main boy said with a sneer. The young Curtis brother watched tearfully as his book was thrown into a big puddle on the side of the road, and stomped it deeper in the puddle for emphasis. Ignoring the laughing boys as they left, Ponyboy frantically picked up his book and started to quickly wipe off the water. Sadly, despite his best efforts, Ponyboy was unable to salvage his book. Ponyboy inspected the pages but found a larger majority of the pages completely ruined. He sniffled whipping his nose with his sleeve trying to fight off any tears that were threatening to fall. He didn't have enough money to buy another copy of the book (he barely had enough to buy the one in his hands). "Guess I better just go home," Ponyboy said quietly his eyes downtrodden clutching his ruined book in his arms. Before he could get far from the bookstore though, Ponyboy felt someone tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw the same curly haired boy that's helped him so many times before. "Hello," Ponyboy greeted timidly as the boy just stared back at him. Silently, the boy took the book in Ponyboy's hands and inspected its title. Then, without any explanation, the boy ran into the bookstore Ponyboy was just in. Looking into the stores window curiously, Ponyboy saw the boy run and get another copy of the book in his hands. He went to the counter and emptied his pockets in order to pay for it. "He's using all the money he has," Ponyboy noticed in confusion. Why would he do that? Did he really like the book he had that much? Coming out of the bookstore the curly haired boy stood in front of Ponyboy again and handed him his book. "It's for me?" Ponyboy questioned in shock. He paid all that money just to get him a new copy of his book? "You really shouldn't have," Ponyboy told him feeling honored but bashful that he did this for him. Ponyboy as the curly haired boy winked at him and tore off down the street. "Wait, why do you always leave like this?" Ponyboy cried out, "I didn't even get to thank you yet!" (End Flashback) Back in those days Ponyboy thought of Curly of his guardian angel, what with him always being there for him, supporting him, and caring about. Nowadays though, the young greaser really didn't know what to think. His heart still felt like it belonged to Curly but his mind was telling him so many other confusing things. Ponyboy didn't know where to go in his relationship with Curly and it's not like he has any other options. Before Ponyboy realized it, he was at his destination and walking into the Montgomery's field where all his animals were. Ponyboy, not really paying attention to where he was going, walked straight into a flock of chickens near him. The young greaser cried out in shock as the chickens started running around him in panic. He couldn't move because they were all running around him frantically. "Whoa there." Ponyboy froze as he heard a very country accented voice of a male behind him. The boy swiftly moved in front of him calmly down the chickens, he leaned down and started urging some order from the coop. "Calm down little chicks," The boy said soothingly, "every thing's alright." Quietly easily he was able to get all of the chickens into their coop and safe from harm. "Thanks," Ponyboy said gratefully, "I didn't mean to stumble over here. I was looking for the Montgomery's. The boy chuckled standing up to face the young greaser. "Which Montgomery are you looking for?" Ponyboy had to hold back a gasp as he saw the boy's face. "Y-You l-ook like," Ponyboy spluttered incoherently. 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