Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) "Soda," Ponyboy whined. Currently Ponyboy was getting his cheeks pinched and held by his older brother. He had been doing this for the last five minutes for a reason that has been left unknown to the young greaser. "Let go," Ponyboy tried to say but it came out very incoherent. He tried to pry Sodapop off him but he was much too weak for that. "Tell me what I want to know," Sodapop said sternly. He had a no nonsense look on his face, normally that would be serious business for the person on the receiving end on it but for Ponyboy it just meant cheek pinching. "But I-" "Tell me what I want to know," Sodapop repeated louder. "You didn't ask me a question," Ponyboy cried out. "Oh," Sodapop snapped out of his stern mask as he realized his mistake. Letting go of his brother he gave the young greaser a sheepish look, "Sorry about that, I guess I got a little carried away little brother." Ponyboy huffed and jumped his older brother tackling him to the ground. Sodapop tried vainly to stop his brother from his tickling onslaught. "Stop, I surrender," Sodapop through his laughs fighting off his brothers hands as Ponyboy got on top of him. "No more cheek grabbing," Ponyboy warned him before letting go of his older brother and lying down beside him on the rug in their bedroom. "Now, what did you want to ask me?" Ponyboy question feeling his curiosity get the better of him once again. "What? Oh yeah," Sodapop sat up Indian style across from his little brother. He brought back his stern face but it was a lesser version of the previous one. "How close are you to that Bruce boy at the farm?" "What?" Ponyboy's eyebrows rose in surprise. How would Sodapop know anything about Bruce? "A little puppy told us you two were mighty close," Sodapop stated helping clear up any confusion over where he got his information from. Ponyboy huffed knowing instantly who his brother was talking about and swearing revenge for his privacy. "Was he the guy you were talking about that you had a thing for?" Sodapop asked eager to know if he finally put the puzzle pieces together. "What? No," Unfortunately for Soda, Ponyboy denied the allegation adamantly, "I met Bruce for the first time when I went over to his farm." Sodapop was somewhat sadden by this news but continued on with his little investigation regardless. "Were just friends," Ponyboy told his brother answering the question he knew he was going to be asked once again. "That's all we are Soda." "But is that all you're going to be?" Sodapop question with a raised eyebrow looking down at his brother pointedly. This time Ponyboy didn't have an answer, something that extremely disturbed him. He didn't feel that way about Bruce…did he? Ponyboy shook his head stubbornly trying to get rid of these heinous thoughts. He couldn't feel that way for Bruce, he loved Curly. Curly was the only person the young greaser thought he could love. Sodapop could see the internal battle Ponyboy was having with himself and that made him worry even more. He knew firsthand how foolish people can get when they're in love, it causes them to do crazy things. Sodapop doesn't want his brother to get his heart broke because he chose the wrong person to fall in love with. Hell would be unleashed if Sodapop and/or Darry found out that some punk on the street crushed Ponyboy's heart. "I want to meet him," Sodapop declared. "Who?" Ponyboy asked not knowing if he wanted to meet Curly or Bruce. He honestly didn't want his brothers to meet either of them. "Bruce of course," Sodapop said as if it was obvious. Ponyboy started to whine incoherently to his brother. Could they not go one moment without Darry or Sodapop going completely protective older brother on him? "I have to interview him," Sodapop argued folding his arms stubbornly, "just to see if he's on the up and up that's all." "You didn't interview Johnny when he first started coming around," Ponyboy shot back at him angrily. "Actually I did," Sodapop replied with a grin, "you just didn't notice because you were too busy fawning over your new friend." Ponyboy pouted realizing that he had no argument for why this shouldn't happen. This was going to be a mess. "I'll see when he can come over," Ponyboy told his brother in defeat. No sense in fight it any longer. "Good," Sodapop said rubbing his little brother's head affectionately and standing back up. He walked over to his bed a laid down on it. "Don't worry Ponyboy, I promise to be nice," Sodapop swore with a clear hint of mischief in his tone. This was going to be terrible. … (Flashback) The carnival had finally returned to Tulsa! All the kids from around town begged and pleaded their parents to take them to this momentous occasion, at least it was momentous to them anyway. The carnival only came about once a year to Tulsa so there was absolutely no way they could miss out on this. The same could be applied to a very ecstatic five year old Ponyboy who was experiencing his very first carnival. "Mommy, mommy, I want to go on the rides," Ponyboy pointed to a big roller coaster that could be seen about a mile away from the carnival. Ponyboy's father chuckled in amusement. "You're too young for such a big ride son, maybe when you're older." Ponyboy huffed but didn't let go of his mother's hand due to his previous instructions not to. "But I want to go on a ride now." "We have just have to find some rides for someone small like you," His mother said trying to calm down. Darry and Sodapop had already taken off with their friends so that just left Ponyboy and his mother and father alone. "There's a ride," Ponyboy's father pointed to a line with nothing but kids for a small carousel ride. "You can go get in line with the others kids sweetie," Ponyboy's mother urged her youngest son gently. Ponyboy curled up into his mother side as he eyed the line filled with a while bunch of kids, a whole bunch of kids he didn't know. "I don't know any of them," Ponyboy mumbled into his mother's side. His father took him off his mother and pointed him back to the line. "Well, it will give you a chance to make some new friends. Don't be scared Ponyboy, mom and dad are going to right over here where you can see us." "You promise," Ponyboy asked looking up at his father hesitantly. Ponyboy's father smiled down kindly at his son. With confidence given to him by his parents, Ponyboy went to get in line for the ride. The children were all talking amongst themselves excitedly, barely giving each other time to breath between sentences. This left Ponyboy feeling shy yet again, he never liked loud noises or loud people. He looked back at his parents, contemplating whether he should back to them, but seeing the encouraging smiles on their faces he just couldn't bear to do it. Ponyboy's palms were sweaty and he could feel his knees were wobbling. It seemed as though the kid's voices were getting louder and louder. He jumped as he felt something on his hand. He looked to his wrist to see a blue wristband with green stripes on it. Looking up, Ponyboy saw a familiar face, the same curly haired boy from all those times he's needed help. Silently, with an amused smile, the curly haired boy held up the front side of the wristband which had the words "BE BRAVE" on it. The boy also pointed to his own green wristband with blue stripes and showed him the same words. "Be brave?" Ponyboy asked eyeing the boy in front of him curiously. The boy simply nodded holding out his hand. With a relaxed smile Ponyboy happily took the hand in his as they moved forward in the line for the ride. (End Flashback) Ponyboy jumped as he woke from his sleep his head turning every which way in his tiredness. Turning to his side he was happy to see he didn't wake up his brother. "It was just a dream," Ponyboy thought to himself aloud lying down on his pillow and staring up at the ceiling. Or was it? Carefully getting out of bed, Ponyboy walked to his dresser drawer and started searching through it aimlessly. Ponyboy gasped softly as he found what he was looking for, the same blue wristband that was in his dream. "How could I have forgotten about this?" Ponyboy said to himself berating his shady memory. Slipping the wristband on, with the words facing him, the young greaser climbed back into bed once again. Fluffing his pillow, Ponyboy laid his head on it and within seconds could feel sleep calling him back. "Oh Curly," Ponyboy said before closing his eyes tiredly. … "What's for breakfast?" Two-Bit asked as he walked into the Curtis house, not even bothering to knock, and sat down on a chair at the dinner table. As he tried to grab a plate of food that was at the table it was snatched away from the jokester greaser. "What's at your house," Darry told him blankly before turning to the hallway, "Ponyboy, get in here and eat your breakfast." "I'm coming, I'm coming," Ponyboy mumbled whipping the sleep from his eyes as he yawned and sat down next to Two-Bit. "What's with the big meals?" Two-Bit asked eyeing the plate filled with pancakes, eggs, and bacon hungrily. Sodapop grinned shooting his annoyed looking young brother a look. "We have a, um, special guest coming over." Darry sighed to himself internally and moved back into the kitchen. "Special guest?" Two-Bit raised an eyebrow looking between Ponyboy and Sodapop, "whose coming over." "You know, Ponyboy's close friend," Sodapop told the jokester greaser. "Oh," Two-Bit nodded in remembrance giving Ponyboy a grin, "it's been a while since you've given us some fresh meat." Ponyboy groaned into his food. Why do they have to do this? He just knows they are going to do everything they can to alienate Bruce. "Not by choice," Ponyboy said glaring at his brother. Thankfully he was given the chance to call Bruce before Sodapop decided to do it himself. Sodapop gave him an innocent look and patted the young greaser on the head, which was not given a friendly response. "Please be nice when he shows up," Ponyboy pleaded he really didn't want some kind of fight to break out (not that he thought that Bruce would actually try and fight any of his brothers mind you). "We'll be as nice as we can possibly be," Sodapop swore being purposely deceitful in his wording. "Good," Ponyboy nodded before realizing what was said to him, "Hey, wait a minute." Before anyone could say anything else the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Ponyboy insisted wanting to Bruce first. "No," Sodapop was unfortunately to fast though as he was up before Ponyboy urging him back in seat, "I'll get it." Ponyboy silently prayed for the best. Sodapop went and opened the door for who he assumed was Bruce. However, to his utter confusion, it was just Steve, Johnny, and Dallas. "Why are y'all here?" Sodapop questioned in confusion. Why do they always come to their house to early in the morning? Steve shrugged moving past him with Johnny and Dallas in tow. "And since when you y'all ring the doorbell?" Sodapop as he couldn't remember a single moment when they did. "Will you knock it off with the fifth degree already," Steve told him. Ponyboy, noticing the obvious error in Steve's words, unconsciously tried to correct him. "Actually it's the-" "Hello?" You could hear someone say from the still opened door, "I'm, uh, Bruce Montgomery, Ponyboy's friend." Sodapop turned around to greet their new guest but was frozen in shock by the person in front of him. Bruce stood in the door way looking extremely confused by the looks he was getting from everyone. Ponyboy could see the curly haired boy shuffling his feet which he couldn't help but admit was kind of cute. "Shepard, what the hell are you doing?" Dally hissed glaring at the now fearful Bruce, "Go back to big brother's nest." "I don't know what you're talking about," Bruce chuckled nervously under Dally's gaze, "I don't have a brother and my names not Shepard." Thankfully, before Dally could retort, Johnny decided to speak. "It's true," Johnny said nodding in Bruce's direction, "that is Bruce. I saw him at the farm the other day when I walked Ponyboy over there." "He just looks a lot like Curly that's all," Ponyboy piped in moving to Bruce's side if only to save him from the gang's questions. "Do I really look like this Curly guy?" Bruce asked turning to Ponyboy who had his leaned head back seeing as they were so close to each other. "You could be his twin," Was all Ponyboy said before he began the introductions. "Everyone this is Bruce, Bruce this is everyone." The gang gave various degrees of greetings with some being more enthusiastic and/or polite than others. "Okay now that you've seen him it's time to go. Bye," Ponyboy said hurriedly trying to push Bruce back out the door. "Wait a minute," Sodapop slammed the door closed before anyone could move out of it He gave his brother a smirk. Ponyboy gulped behind Bruce's body in fear. "Where's the fire?" Sodapop snatched Bruce away from Ponyboy putting and arm around his shoulder and moving him further into the house. "I'm sure Bruce wouldn't mind staying for a little bit would he?" "Not really," Bruce replied with a shrug much to Ponyboy's annoyance, "my dad gave me the day off today." "Sweet," Sodapop said moving him to the table, "sit down make yourself at home, play some cards with us." "That idiot," Ponyboy grumbled to himself. He was falling right into Soda's trap. He looked over to Johnny who just smiled at him helplessly. Sighing in defeat, Ponyboy walked over to the table joining his brother and friend. "Come on Steve," Sodapop shouted as Two-Bit and Darry sat down next to him. "Fine, but I'm dealing this time," Steve huffed but did as he was told. Everyone waited patiently as Steve shuffled the cards making sure that his best friend couldn't cheat his way to victory like so many other times. "So, you want something to drink?" Sodapop asked Bruce giving him a pointedly look that only his brothers could spot, "we got Pepsi and beer." Darry chuckled while Ponyboy narrowed his eyes at his brother. He was clearly trying to see if Bruce was a drinker, which meant that he could be a potential danger seeing as they didn't know him that well. "I'll take a Pepsi," Bruce said, "I think it's a little too early to be drinking beer." Sodapop huffed but got the drink anyway. You would think that Sodapop would try to be a little more subtle about his little interrogation, but then again this is Sodapop. Unknown to Ponyboy, Darry was in on the interrogation as well but unlike his younger brother he was being more silent in his approach, taking note of all of Bruce's mannerisms, tone of voice, and gestures. He was pretty much making a mental portfolio of the curly haired boy. "It's never too early to be drinking beer Bruce my man," Two-Bit told him taking a sip of his own beer, "never too early." Once everyone was properly seated Steve started dealing out the cards giving his best friend a pointed look while Sodapop tried to look innocent. "So how's working for old man like?" Two-Bit asked grabbing his cards and inspecting them, "must be easy." "It's hell," Bruce said bluntly much to the gangs amusement, "imagine having an employer who knows every single one of your tricks because he raised you. And I can never call in sick because I live where we work." "Could you imagine having to work for dad?" Sodapop questioned Darry who snorted loudly. That would have been hell on earth. Ponyboy was glad to see how well this was going. Sure, the gang kept pestering Bruce and asking him all sorts of questions but the curly haired boy took it all in stride. He never once snapped or got annoyed with any of the gang at any time which Ponyboy was more than grateful for. It seemed that some of the gang was even warming up to him. That it is, they felt more comfortable around him. It would take a while before the gang as a whole could say they trusted him, and even longer to say they liked him but Ponyboy was happy with what he has. Tired of being in the house on such a beautiful day, Two-Bit suggested that they all go play football which the gang and Bruce happily agreed to do. "You're people are crazy," Bruce said to Ponyboy and sitting next to him on the bench he was on. He was panting slightly from the game he just played and was sitting it out with Ponyboy who had to play referee. "Crazy is fun," Ponyboy proclaimed with an easy smile, "Just like your hair, is very fun." "Shut up," Bruce tried to swipe at Ponyboy but ended up slipping and making him and Ponyboy fall on the bench. Blushing, Ponyboy stared up into Bruce's blue eyes as he stared down at him. The young greaser could see Bruce's eye darting from his eyes to his lips and he wondered what was going to happen, and if he wanted to stop it. "What the hell is this?" Both Ponyboy and Bruce's heads snapped up to see Curly standing a little ways away from them, his eyes burning with anger. "Who the fuck are you?" 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