Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
… (Brief Recap) "Y-You l-ook like," Ponyboy spluttered incoherently. "Bruce Montgomery," The smiled at Ponyboy politely holding out his hand for him to shake. He looks exactly like Curly. (End Recap) (General POV) Ponyboy couldn't believe his eyes, Bruce Montgomery looked exactly like Curly Shepard with only the smallest differences. Bruce's hair wasn't quiet as curled as Curly's, said hoods was out of control and messy, Bruce's was quiet tame. The only other difference was their eyes, while Curly's were brown and usually cold, Bruce's were green and seemed to be quiet vibrant and lively. This moment was truly striking for the young greaser. He didn't believe that moments like this happened in real life. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Bruce said in amusement his accent coming out even stronger. That was another difference you could say Curly and Bruce have. Bruce's country accent was very strong in his voice which was kind of sexy. What? Ponyboy's eyes widened in shock as he went over what he just thought. Now was not the time to be thinking about sexy things. "I…you…him…that," Ponyboy said unintelligibly. Bruce raised an eyebrow at him with an easy smile on his face, one that he clearly got from his father. "Nice sentence," Bruce said with a chuckle leaning down to check on his chicken's food in its holding area. Ponyboy finally shook himself out of his stupor and started to speak normally again. "I'm sorry about that, my names Ponyboy," The young greaser stated. "You already said that," Bruce reminded him not turning around. Ponyboy didn't need Bruce to turn around for him to be able to see if Bruce was smirking at him, you could hear it in his voice. "Um, I just wanted to thank you for helping me out yesterday," Ponyboy said biting his lips as he didn't really know how go about saying this without sounding like an idiot, "it was very brave of you?" Bruce leaned his head backwards eyeing him upside down. "Was that a question or a statement?" Bruce asked blinking up at him. "A statement," Ponyboy exclaimed not really having control of his mouth right now, "because it wasn't questionable what you were doing, well it could have been questionable if you thought of a question, but it wasn't a question whether you helped me or not because I know that you helped me but." Ponyboy whimpered as Bruce's finger was suddenly on his lips. "You're not good at meeting new people are you?" Bruce questioned the lowness of his voice combined with his accent sent shivers down Ponyboy's spine. Accents are not sexy, Ponyboy said to himself sternly trying to fight off the blush on his cheeks due to the farm raised boy being this close to him. Silently, Ponyboy shook his head at Bruce's question. The young greaser almost sighed in relief as the curly haired teen backed away from him slightly. "You don't have to apologize anyway," Bruce told him looking quite guilty, "in fact I should be thanking and apologizing to you. If Rogue hadn't stopped when he saw you then I might not have caught up to him, and it was pretty much my fault that he got out in the first place." "Rogue? Is that the horse's name?" Ponyboy guessed. "Yeah," Bruce nodded with a snort, "Dad named him that because he just showed up out of nowhere. At least his names a lot more bad ass that the other horses. I swear to you one of them is named Aunt Myra." "What?" Ponyboy asked through a small bit of laughter. "Dad has issues with some people in the family," Bruce acknowledged letting out a small laugh himself. It felt really good to Ponyboy, laughing like this again. It made him get away from the depressed state he was pulling himself into previously. "Hey, you got anything to do today?" Bruce suddenly asked. Ponyboy thought to himself briefly before shaking his head, there was nothing he had to do today that he couldn't to tomorrow. "How about a tour of the ranch?" Bruce suggested. Ponyboy immediately perked right back up at the offer. "Really? I've always to go on a tour of a ranch. I actually went on one when I was little but I don't remember it." The young greaser was confused as to why Bruce shot him a smile at what he said, but didn't question it any further. "Well, here's your chance now," Bruce stretched out his hand for Ponyboy to take. Ponyboy looked at the hand and then up at the handsome face of the boy in front of him. Suddenly a flash of Curly ran through his head causing him to wince. He really didn't want to be around Bruce it was going to remind him of nothing but Curly. "I'm sorry," Ponyboy started to back up, "I have to go." "What?" Bruce blinked in confusion, "but why? I thought you said you wanted to go on a farm tour." "I do but it's just that you look a lot like a… friend of mine," Ponyboy explained reluctantly, "and I just don't want to think of him right now." As he saw Bruce's brow furrow he prepared himself for his eventual verbal lashing. That was always the look Curly had when he was angry and was about to blow up so he assumed Bruce would be the same. "I understand," Bruce stated gently. "Y-You d-do," Ponyboy stuttered in shock. Bruce nodded kicking a lone stone by his feet. "I know what it's like to have everything around you remind you of someone. It's uncomfortable and makes you want to lock yourself in your room." "But maybe hanging out with me might make you feel better," Bruce said trying to coax Ponyboy into changing his mind, "I promise I won't be anything like the friend your thinking of." "How do you know that?" Ponyboy couldn't help but ask. "Because I'll do everything I can not to make you flinch like just a minute," Bruce said staring at him pointedly. Ponyboy sighed, he was hoping the curly haired teen didn't catch that but I guess it doesn't matter now. What harm would it do to just try and handout with Bruce, it's not like he can't just focus solely on the animals or just leave whenever he wanted to. "Alright," Ponyboy nodded, "let's go." And so the tour had begun with Bruce showing him the plants they grow here and then all of the animals, presenting the habitat given to them and their purpose here. "What do you mean purpose?" Ponyboy asked gently petting one of the rabbits. "Well, farms aren't zoos," Bruce explained carefully, "if an animal is on a farm that means it's contributing something." "What do these rabbit's give?" Ponyboy questioned. "Fur, leather," Bruce said with a shrug. Seeing Ponyboy saddened face he continued on, "remember that these animals are providing a lot for us human beings." Ponyboy nodded as he understood how farms worked, but he just really didn't want to hear the specifics. "Maybe we can skip the purpose of the animal's part of the tour?" Ponyboy asked smiling hesitantly. Bruce smiled at Ponyboy comfortingly, somehow easing the young greasers mind (similarly to Sodapop). "That's fine," Bruce told him moving Ponyboy and himself to the right half of the farm filled with more livestock. "There is where we keep the pigs and cows," Bruce pointed to a pen and a medium sized barn. Then he gestured to an open field. "This is there field," Bruce directed Ponyboy to the cows grazing inside the field, "the pigs usually just stay in their own pen through, "it's actually two fields in one with a fence in between but you get the gist of it." "Why are pigs in pens?" At Bruce's raised an eyebrow the young greaser elaborated, "I mean every picture I see of them they're in pens. Why is that?" Bruce shrugged walking over to the pig pen followed closely by Ponyboy. The young greaser thought they all looked so adorable, especially the young ones rolling around in the dirt so happily. "I guess it's because that's when they are the happiest," Bruce guessed. With a teasing smirk the farm boy moved Ponyboy a little closer to the pen. "You see what they're rolling in?" Ponyboy nodded slowly as he could clearly tell what dirt was, "well, I'll let you know that that brown stuff is not dirt." "Then what the…" Ponyboy trailed off holding his mouth to his nose in disgust. "Ew," Ponyboy cried much to Bruce's jubilation as he power walked away from the pen. "Where do you think the phrase happy as pigs in shit came from," Bruce called out to him with laughter in his voice. Ponyboy rolled his eyes in disgust but couldn't keep a smile off of his face, he was quite enjoying all of this. The young greaser has always had an interest in animals ever since he was a child, and this was turning out to be a great lesson for him on farm life (something he had come to love as he got older). "Are you bored yet?" Bruce asked as he ran back up to him. The two of them started walking aimlessly around the grounds. "No way," Ponyboy shook his head adamantly, "this place has some of the thing I like the most, open fields and animals." "Really?" Bruce questioned in disbelief, "I honestly can't stand country life, everything is just so peaceful and quiet." "I know," Ponyboy agreed with emphasis, "that's the point, I love it when things are nice and quiet and peaceful. It makes me feel like I'm enjoying the natural side of life." "I hate the natural side of life," Bruce proclaimed strongly disagreeing with him. He smiled dreamily, "I would rather be in a big city with lot's lights, when I was a kid I always tried to force my dad to take me into town, hell I would even volunteer to do extra chores because I was that desperate to get away from here." Ponyboy pouted but didn't dispute Bruce's point, he could assume that Bruce was just sick of being here twenty four hours a day with nothing but these animals to take care of, regardless that didn't change the young greasers point. Bruce stretched his arms out tiredly looking back at Ponyboy. "But that's just my opinion though." That phrase instantly bought a smile to Ponyboy's face. "Not that I'm complaining, but what's with glowing smile all of a sudden?" Bruce said noticing Ponyboy's face light up. Ponyboy shook his head staring down at the grass below him. "It's nothing it's just, I really liked what we just did," Ponyboy admitted, "you know, with that conversation." "I'm confused," Bruce told him stretching his hands behind his head. Ponyboy blushed as he could see a few muscles on him. "Nothing, it's just that," Ponyboy froze trying to figure a way to say this, "most people I talk to aren't as…reasonable when it comes to their opinion, either you agree with them or you're a jerk. The only people I can really talk to without getting snapped at for thinking different than them around my place are best friend Johnny and my brother Sodapop." "So people get mad at you for sharing your opinion," Bruce narrowed his eyes angrily, "What the fuck right do they have to tell you not to speak your mind?" Ponyboy was confused as he saw Bruce tense in a similar protective manner that he saw with his brothers. Why was he getting so mad? Maybe he was just passionate about opinions? The young greaser really couldn't tell you at the moment. "Some people just don't want to think that they are wrong about something," Ponyboy answered with a shrug. "So they take out their frustrations on you," Ponyboy noticed Bruce tensing even more (if that was possible). "Like I said, I have Johnny and Sodapop to talk to and I am grateful for that," Ponyboy said sincerely. Which was true, sometimes he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have the people around him care so much about him and what he has to say. Almost immediately, Bruce calmed himself down. He stared at Ponyboy with an unreadable expression before he turned to the nearest stable. "You want to go see the horses?" Bruce asked him. Ponyboy gasped and was practically bouncing up and down on his feet like a child. Without delay he grabbed Bruce's arm and started pulling him toward the horses stable. "I'll take this as a yes," Bruce said struggling to keep up with the shorter male. If Bruce hadn't been behind him, Ponyboy might have squealed like a little girl when he walked into the stable and saw all the magnificent horses. Just like his Sodapop, Ponyboy has always admired horses, granted that he's had that much experience with them like his brother but he still loves them nonetheless. "They all look so beautiful," Ponyboy said in awe at the majestic looking animals all in their respective stalls. "Thanks," Bruce puffed out his chest smugly, "I'm usually the one that cares for these beauties. The only reason they look as good as they do is because of me." "You're so modest," Ponyboy joked hitting Bruce on the chest playfully. Suddenly, on the left side corner, you could hear one horse making quite a bit ruckus for some reason. "Oh, calm down Rogue," Bruce rolled his eyes running over to his stall. "Rogue?" Ponyboy repeated remembering that was the name of the horse that almost ran him over. Cautiously, Ponyboy walked over to where Bruce was trying to calm down Rogue who was apparently upset about something. When Ponyboy turned to the horse, he expected to see some wild mean looking creature that looked like it wanted to bit his head off, but he didn't. With a coat colored solely in black, Rogue came off as a rare beauty. His dark brown eyes seemed to stare into your soul looking for something to go by. Ponyboy didn't think he looked intimidating, quite the opposite actually, he thought that Rogue was possibly the most beautiful animal he's seen in his life. "He's amazing," Ponyboy said in awe. Bruce shot him a confused look before turning back to Rogue. He had been trying to feed him a carrot but to no avail, the horse simply kept turning away from him. "Come on now Rogue," Bruce urged him to take a bite of the food presented to him, "it's good for you, and it's your favorite snack." Sighing in defeat, Bruce walked back to Ponyboy's side. "I don't know what's wrong with him this time," Bruce stated staring down at the carrot in his hands, "Rogue usually always calms down after he has some carrots, hell it worked just last night." "Maybe he's just feeling a little shy today," Ponyboy guested with an understanding smile on his face. Without another word Ponyboy took the carrot from Bruce and walked toward Rogue. Slowly, he approached him in his stall holding out the carrot in his hands. Almost instinctively, Rogue backed up stomping his hooves slightly. "It's okay," Ponyboy told him gently, "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Ponyboy Curtis, I'm from town." Rogue still looked to be hesitant of him, not looking like he wanted to approach this new human who just showed up. "Try dropping it and see if he goes for it," Bruce instructed the young greaser in a low voice as to not startle any other horses. Obediently, Ponyboy set the carrot into Rogue's stall and back up at a safe distance. Apparently, that was all Rogue needed because the second Ponyboy backed away from him he started to move forward. The young greaser watched excitedly as Rogue picked up the carrot with his teeth and started to slowly chew on it. "He's so cautious," Ponyboy pointed out to Bruce all the while still enthralled by Rogue. "You have no idea," Bruce shook his head at him. The curly haired farm boy moved them over to two well-placed chairs on the edge of the stable where they could see all of the horses. "Has he always been like that?" Ponyboy questioned looking from Rogue's stall back to where Bruce was sitting beside him. "Yep," Bruce told him with a snort lying back in his chair comfortably, "sometimes I think he has a phobia against humans, not that I would blame him though." "And you guys have no idea where he's from?" Ponyboy asked wondering if Rogue ran away from some previously abusive owners. "Dad has an idea, but he won't tell me," Bruce looked just about as annoyed as Ponyboy for not being able to know more about Rogue. "I can usually get him to be a little comfortable around me," Bruce informed the young greaser, "he always used to come when I feed him and seemed content to me, yesterday really blew that theory out of the water." Ponyboy patted Bruce's leg in a comforting manner. Bruce eyed the hand on his leg in the corner of his eye briefly before continuing on. "I honestly don't know what to do with Rogue anymore," Bruce said sounding lost, "Dad's already sick of him and he just keeps getting worse and worse." "You can't give up on him though," Ponyboy protested adamantly, "he just needs someone to give him a chance." "How do you know? Did you bond with him or something?" Bruce asked him teasingly. Rolling his eyes, Ponyboy playfully hit the curly haired teen on the head. He turned toward Rogue again. "I just feel like theirs more to him than meets the eye," Ponyboy said in a faraway dreamy sort of voice. Bruce smiled at him before looking up at the clock in the stable. "Oh shit," Bruce groaned quickly standing up, "I still got a lot to do." "I'm sorry, I probably kept you from them," Ponyboy apologized standing up as well, "I should probably getting going home anyway." "Don't worry about, I was more than happy to do this," Bruce reassured the young greaser. Both boys walked out of the stable and onto the fields again. "It was nice talking to you, it was a lot of fun," Ponyboy told the curly haired boy. "Likewise," Bruce told him holding out his hand for him to shake. Ponyboy stared down at the hand before slowly taking it in his own making Bruce's face light up like a switch. "Come back anytime," Bruce urged him. "Maybe I will," Ponyboy nodded walking back to the streets on his way home. 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