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Life Choices	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 1891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
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(Johnny's POV)
"A ninety-five," Johnny repeated to himself for the fifth time. My face was a combination of shock and awe.
"I told you would do good Johnny," Ponyboy replied smugly. Both of us were sitting in his house, at the dinner table just admiring my grade.
Earlier today I had taken a test for my English course (I still don't know why my teacher has us take our quizzes and tests so close together). To tell you the truth, I don't even remember what I was thinking during the test. All I know is that once I got the paper I started writing, and I didn't stop until I filled in every blank. I thought I had failed again. You couldn't believe what I felt when my teacher gave our papers back (I still don't know how she graded all of them before the bell gang) and I got the highest grade in the class. I stood in front of her desk froze for a good minute before someone pushed me out of the way to get their test.
"Good work their Johnnycake." Two-Bit grinned at me from the Curtis' couch. "I know I couldn't do that."
Johnnycake? Must we go back to this nickname?
Ponyboy rolled his eyes at him. "You could do better in class if you just let me help you study."
Two-Bit looked at him like he was crazy.
"Pony, what is this….studying you speak of," he asked dramatically. "The word sounds familiar, but I just can't remember where I heard it before. Hm, I'll have to ask around."
"Let me guess, you're going to ask around your "job"," Pony asked him dryly.
I had to chuckle at their exchange.
"Ah yes my "job"," Two-Bit exclaimed. "lot of smart people work there."
"You don't say," Pony nodded at him slowly. Smirking he asked, "Remind me, where do you work again?"
Two-Bit narrowed his eyes at him playfully. "Now Ponyboy, you know that's classified information. If I told you I'd have to kill you, and your little Johnnycake to."
"I thought you said I was too big for Johnnycake anymore," I mentioned.
Two-Bit smirked at me. "What, you don't like the name Pony gave you?"
I looked to Ponyboy who was blinking at me innocently. I almost forgot he gave me that name.
When I first introduced myself to him, Pony (for some reason) replaced the "d" in my name with a "k". I didn't mind this at all, but Sodapop and Mrs. Curtis did. They always got into discussions about why Ponyboy called me cake. Mrs. Curtis kept trying to tell her son it was because Pony was too young to say k's correctly, while Soda argued it was because Pony liked cake so much he named someone cake. Some may think this was a pretty weird thing to argue about, but those people have not met the Curtis family.
Just then Steve came out of the bathroom.
"Steve I thought you had to work," I asked trying to change the subject.
I tried to ignore Two-Bit's snickering.
He took at seat with Pony and I with a tired sigh. "I do but I'm going in late. The boss owes me a favor."
"Lazy," I heard Ponyboy mumble.
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who heard him.
" Right I'm lazy," Steve snorted at him. "At least I have a job, unlike your freeloading ass."
I sense a fight about to happen.
Ponyboy glared at him. "Not that it's any of your business, but I have tried to get a job before it's just…"
"It's that just your brothers won't let you," Steve finished for him mockingly.
I looked over to the couch to see Two-Bit making a point to ignore them by turning the volume on the TV louder.
Steve stared daggers at Ponyboy. "Look you want your brothers to stop treating you like a kid? Stop acting like one. Wise up learn to think before you act."
"I do think before I act," Pony snapped at him.
"Oh really," Steve raised any eyebrow at him. "Then how come every time you're jumped it's because you weren't paying attention, or that you went somewhere alone."
"You go places alone," Ponyboy glared.
"Your damn right I do," Steve snapped back at him. "I can fucking take care myself. I don't need anyone to fight for me. It's called independence kid. Stop acting so god damn pitiful all the time and stand up for yourself. "
Even I had to wince at his words.
I think this is Steve's way of trying to help Ponyboy. He's concerned about him and wants him to be stronger. He can't stand it when he's someone get bossed around by someone else (Ponyboy and his brothers) and wants to stop it from happening. What Steve is saying maybe harsh, but I think this is just him looking out for Ponyboy.
Suddenly I heard Ponyboy growl. I look to over to him see his eyes watering up in frustration and anger. Steve just stared at him blankly as if knowing what was going to happen.
In a flash, Ponyboy jetted up and ran out the house. Steve sighed.
"Pony," I shouted. I got up to go after him. Before leaving I looked to Steve.
"I know what you were trying to do," I told him, "but maybe you could try a slightly lighter approach when you talk to him."
Steve snorted and turned away. "I don't what you're talking about. I wasn't trying to do anything."
Denial.
Setting that aside for now, I went to chase after Ponyboy.
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I took me twenty minutes to find him. I was glad I finally did, I was getting worried that he might have been jumped or something
I went over to the tree he was sitting under and sat down next to him. It was relieving to see he wasn't full on crying, but he was sniffling a bit.
"Why does he hate me," he whispered as he stared into the sky.
"He doesn't hate you Ponyboy," I reassured him. "Steve actually cares about you."
"No he doesn't," he argued. "He's always picking on me and always letting me know how weak I am. I know that I'm weak I don't need him to tell me that."
"You're not weak Ponyboy," I stressed. I pulled him closer to my side. He laid his head on my shoulder.
"Yes I am," Ponyboy whispered back to me. "I can't do anything by myself, and when I try to do something for myself I always screw it up. I'm so pathetic."
"Stop it," I yelled at him. He looked at me in surprise. "You're a great person Pony. I've never met someone as kind and pure hearted as you."
"Johnny…"
I looked into his eyes. "I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."
That got him to show me his award winning smile.
"Thanks Johnny." As he whipped his tears away he looked back at the sky again.
"Anytime." Curious, I looked up to see what he was so interested in. I was surprised to see the sun setting in the sky. I didn't even notice it until now.
"It's beautiful it isn't," he said in awe.
"Yes, yes it is," I nodded. I glance down at him. "But it isn't the only thing."
He looked back at me curiously. "What else is?"
I was fighting myself.
Say it's him. Say it's him. Say it's him. Say it's him!
"Um the sky looks pretty nice to," I stammered.
Why am I such a coward?
"Hm," he looked at the sky. "Yeah, it's pretty to."
I put my hand around his waist and went back to looking at the sky.
Despite my little punk out just now, this is truly are great moment. Nothing can ruin this moment for me.
"Babe," I heard a familiar voice shout.
"Curly," Pony exclaimed excitedly. He tore himself away from me and ran toward the direction of the voice.
Dammit! Why can't anything go my way?
Jumping into Curly's arms, Pony giggled as he was spun around a few times.
"So the cops didn't find you," Ponyboy smiled at the hood whose arms were wrapped around him.
Curly smirked at him. "Had to hide out the rest of yesterday and today. I think they got some kind of price on my head. Meh, it'll die down in a couple days."
"That's great Curly," Ponyboy said happily.
"Yeah, great," I mumbled. That must mean we'll be seeing him around more often.
I narrowed my eyes as I Curly grip Pony's waist tighter and slowly started to walk him away.
"So babe I was thinking that we could…"
Not gonna happen.
I ran up to them and pulled Pony away from Curly. Pony just look shocked while the hood looked pretty pissed off.
Good.
I turned to my crush. "Don't you think we should be getting you back home? You don't want your brothers going nuts because they can't find you."
Ponyboy nodded. "You got a point there Johnnycakes."
He chuckled as I groaned at the nickname, but inwardly I smiled at that fact it was a term of endearment. I started to walk him to his home, but more importantly away from Curly.
"I'll come with you," Curly told us catching up to us.
"Don't you have something else to do," I asked him in the politest way possible.
"Yeah," he smirked at me, "but I always make time for my babe."
I had to grind me teeth to keep from snapping at him.
"What is with the whole babe thing," I asked him irritatingly.
"It's just Curly's way of calling me his buddy," Ponyboy chuckled. "We're really good friends, always have been."
"Yeah, and that's all we've been," I heard Curly mumble angrily.
If I wasn't interested in Pony myself I might feel bad for him. It's pretty clear Curly likes him, but Pony doesn't see him like that. All the flirting and touches are just looked at as friendly to him. Soda's a really touchy kind of guy. He always hugging his friends and giving them claps on the back. Pony, being the observing guy that he is, noticed his brothers actions and probably thought that since he does it it must be normal for close friends to be touchy with each other all the time.
"Bye guys," Pony told us as we got to his house.
"Bye Pony"
"Late babe."
As soon as the door closed we both turned to look at each other.
"We need to talk Cade," he told me with narrow eyes.
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