Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) "He's struck again," Sodapop declared while holding the newspaper reading off the main headline. "Who?" Ponyboy asked with a yawn swirling his spoon through his cereal tiredly. Sodapop walked over from his place on the couch and sat down in a chair at the table next to his brothers. He threw the paper down for them to see it for themselves "That murderer," Sodapop stated pointing at the front page of the paper for emphasis, "say's that he's attacked four other people again." The tired look in Ponyboy's eye left him as he read over the main title of the newspaper. "The Knife Murdered Strikes Again." While chewing his toast, Darry moved the newspaper over so he could actually read the article. "Attacked in their own home was the Dawson family around 10'oclock last night," Darry read, "luckily the youngest son, Corey age ten, managed to survive the attack, although he was not left unscathed." Sodapop rubbed his own face frustration as he thought of this heartless person. Not only did he attack and kill an innocent family, he also left some poor little boy all by himself in the world without anyone to turn to. "How are they sure that it's the same guy?" Ponyboy asked fear gripping at his throat. The fear that comes from knowing that this person could make anyone he knows at target, including his friends and family. "They technically don't know it's the same person," Darry admitted truthfully, "but it's unlikely that there are two made men killing people at the same time in the same way." "By cutting them up," Ponyboy finished with a wince. "By cutting them up," Darry nodded grimly. Seeing the uncomfortable gazes of his younger brothers, Darry folded up the paper and put it aside. The Dawson family didn't live to far from here, Darry thought to himself. The last couple of attacks weren't that far from this neighborhood either. It can easily be assumed that this murderer was a greaser but that was somewhat doubtfully. This person is leaving little to no trace of himself at the scene of the crime and virtually no evidence to go by. Tulsa was getting dangerous now and this was no time to be taking any kind of chances at this point. "Alright, we're gonna have some new house rules starting today," Darry announced pushing his breakfast away slightly, his appetite gone. Both of his brothers nodded in compliance. Darry, seeing that he had both of his brother's full attention, starting listing the new house rules. "The new curfew is at eight, no exceptions. If I don't see you to here at precisely eight p.m. there will be hell to pay. No more late night parties, no going out with people you don't know that well, no more picking fights just for the heck of it ( Darry gave Sodapop a look at this one), and no more absentmindedness ( Darry gave Ponyboy a look at this rule)." "This guy is insane and we don't know what he's after," Darry informed the two of them, "we can't take any chances right now. You hear me?" Again, both brothers nodded obediently. "Good," Darry nodded but still not drop his stern look. Both Sodapop and Ponyboy took what Darry said seriously, but it stuck with Ponyboy the most. While being a trouble maker in his own right, Sodapop was known for being able to take care of himself, Ponyboy however was known for the opposite. This was why Ponyboy took what his brother said to heart, we was determined to prove to his brothers, and himself, and that he was mature enough to make smart decisions and take care of himself. "But we're still allowed to do regular activities right?" Sodapop asked taking a fork of the table and stealing of bit off of Darry's eggs. "As long as you obey my rules," Darry reminded him sliding his eggs away from Sodapop, "why?" "You don't know?" A bright smile made onto Sodapop face. "About what?" Darry raised an eyebrow at him. Silently, Sodapop directed his brother's gazes at a smaller part of the newspaper just below the main headline. "The carnivals in town," Sodapop cried throwing up his hands dramatically, "I am so excited about today." While Darry shook his head at his brothers mood, Ponyboy smiled along with his brothers (he probably loved carnivals just as much as Sodapop did). "I haven't been to a carnival in forever," Sodapop stated stretching himself, "there is so much I have to do. When I first get there the first thing I'm doing is getting some candy apples and some funnel cake, and then I have to see the clowns and then I have to..." "Okay, okay, we get it," Darry interrupted knowing that this could go on for a long time. "Steve and me are going to be heading over there in a little bit," Sodapop announced, "you guys want to ride with us?" "Sure," Ponyboy nodded eagerly more than happy to go. Sodapop grinned at his little brother, happy to see he was up spending some quality time together. "Count me out," Darry declined digging back into his breakfast. "Ah, why not?" Sodapop frowned hoping that they could make this family outing. "You two know good and well that I hate carnivals with a passion," Darry grumbled. "Because of all the kids," Ponyboy nodded remembering Darry's reasoning for skipping out on carnivals in previous years. Darry shuddered to himself at the thought of all the yelling, and screaming, and all the crazy kids hyped up on sugar that will be running around the place like they don't have any parents. The oldest Curtis brother remembered the last, and final, time he went to a carnival. He got trampled by an army of kids that were running over to the petting zoo. Those kids had dropped so much food and sweets on him that he had to bath himself for weeks to get all the smells off of his body. "Yeah," Darry agreed, "it's because of the kids." "Oh fine," Sodapop pouted, "don't be mad when I come home with a big pile of food and a bunch of prizes." "I'll manage somehow," Darry replied rolling his eyes playfully. Sodapop moved and tapped his younger brother on the shoulder. "Hurry up and get dressed," Sodapop urged, "Steve called earlier and said he would be over here in a couple minutes." "Okay," Ponyboy shrugged going to his room to do what his brother said. In the span of a couple minutes, Ponyboy and Sodapop had got themselves situated and ready to leave the house. "See ya Darry," Sodapop called out as he heard Steve honking in outside. "Just remember what I told you," Darry responded, "and be back by curfew, no excuses." "Don't worry, we will," Sodapop reassured his older brother Grabbing Ponyboy by the shoulder, he moved the both of them outside. "Give me one second," Ponyboy pleaded hastily rushing to the mailbox. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a single letter and deposited it for delivery. Smiling contently after doing this deed, Ponyboy slowly walked to Steve's car and got into the back seat. "Took you long enough," Steve grunted the wheel of the car. Roughly, said greaser started the car and zoomed off. "Sorry I kept you waiting for five seconds," Ponyboy replied sarcastically, "next time I'm doing something I'll be sure to put into account your small attention span." "Don't get smart with me kid, I will throw your ass out of this car," Steve threaten glaring back at the young greaser through his rearview mirror. "I'm so scared," Ponyboy taunted with a smirk. "Boys," Sodapop sighed with a lecturing voice, "let's try and get along now. I don't you two fighting this whole trip." "Sorry mom," they both replied in unison. The ride to the carnival was short and sweet. They were able to get there in no time flat and get a pretty decent parking spot. Once they paid for entrance, which was surprising cheap, they saw all the carnival had to offer. There was life and excitement in every section of this event. In the middle were carnival games (water gun race, target shooting etc.), different types of concession stands scattered around, to the right was the animal display and the petting zoo, and by the very back surrounding the carnival were the rides ( mainly the huge Ferris Wheel). "I'm so excited," Sodapop grinned from ear to ear pulling Steve and Ponyboy along with him. Sodapop insisted that they do everything and everything, claiming that there carnival experience would be incomplete if they didn't. The three greasers had just gotten off their third time a roller coaster and were looking for something else to do when all of a sudden Sodapop stopped. "What is it?" Steve asked coming up beside his best friend. "Look there," Sodapop pointed to a concession stand a couple steps away from where they were standing. They seemed to broadcasting some kind of contest they were having. "There having a hot dog eating contest," Sodapop beamed rubbing his hands together, "and the winner gets two tons of chocolate." "What?" Steve raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What the hell do hot dogs have to do with chocolate?" "It's a hot dog and chocolate stand Steve," Sodapop answered rolling his eyes as if his friend was stupid. "That didn't answer my question," Steve denied shaking his head. "No time for question," Sodapop exclaimed, "it is time for eating." "I'm gonna over there and play some more games," Ponyboy pointed to his left where the stand games were. Almost instantly, Sodapop's giddy childlike mood fell from his face as he expressed concern over his brother. "I don't know about that Ponyboy," Sodapop stated worriedly, "I think it would be better if you stuck with me. You remember what Darry said don't you?" Ponyboy silently huffed to himself. He should have known that his brother would get concerned over him going off on his own, if only for the briefest second. "Come on now Soda," Steve started to argue much to Ponyboy's surprised, "the brats just going to be a couple steps away." "But…" "He's going to leaving the place and besides it's only a carnival," Steve interjected before Sodapop could say anything else, "have you ever known anything to go wrong at these kinds of things?" Sodapop thought about this for a brief minute before sighed to himself heavily. "Alright," Sodapop relented looking to his little brother, "just be careful, alright?" Ponyboy nodded in compliance. Giving his brother and Steve one last look, the young greaser ran off on his own. The first thing Ponyboy tried to do was the shooting game. The game in which you shoot goals, the more accurate your aim is the more you win. Ponyboy was at this for about five minutes and he didn't win anything. "Boo," Someone suddenly shrieked behind. Ponyboy jumped in shock, turning around to see a snickering Curly behind him. "Curly," Ponyboy gasped trying to catch his breath, "you scared me half to death." "I couldn't tell," Curly replied mockingly with a smirk. "What are you doing here," Ponyboy asked curiously. "What, can't a guy have some fun?" Curly shot back playfully, "Aren't you happy you to see me?" "W-What s-sure I am," Ponyboy stuttered with a slight blush on his face. Apparently the feeling Ponyboy had the other night was still hadn't faded away. The young greaser is still feeling flushed and warm around his friend giving him an uncomfortable yet stable feeling at the moment. At the confused look his friend gave him, Ponyboy looked away and back to his game. He was still missing every shot, given that Curly was watching him didn't make the young greaser play any better. "Your aim is a little off," Curly said from behind him. "Yeah I know," Ponyboy chuckled somewhat nervously, "I think I might be blind in one eye or something." Curly snorted in response. Before Ponyboy could turn back to him, the hood moved directly behind him there bodies lined together perfectly. "Let me help you with that," Curly proposed taking Ponyboy's hands in his. Ponyboy resisted the urge to shudder as he felt his friend's warm breath on his neck. The feeling made his hair stand on end. "Move your hand up a little more," Curly was guiding his friends hand movements as he talked, "a little more to the left…that's it, now shot." Three times in a row, Ponyboy hit the three targets at the booth earning him his prize. Ponyboy smiled held out the stuffed animal he got in satisfaction. "Not bad shooting babe," Curly nodded taking note of the small blush on Ponyboy's cheeks at his nickname for him. Curly had an idea as to why Ponyboy was embarrassed by the name, but he didn't want to jinx it yet. He still wanted to get more evidence before making any assumptions. "Tosh is going to love this stuffed animal," Ponyboy stated eyeing the toy in his hands, "he's been teething a lot lately." "Sure," Curly nodded. Casually walking over to his friend, the hood wrapped his arm around his shoulder bringing them closer together. "What do you say you and me have a little more fun," Curly whispered into the young greaser's ear. "J-Just t-the two of us," Ponyboy replied silently berating himself for stuttering again. "Sure, why not?" Curly answered with a shrug, "you'll have fun. I'll take care of you babe." Ponyboy didn't doubt that he would. "Ahh," Ponyboy must have jumped a feet in the air as he and Curly ran into something scary once again. The two of them, or rather Curly, decided that it would be fun to go and explore the carnival's spook house. Of course Ponyboy, who did not like being scared in the slightest, was against this idea but was dragged along with Curly anyway. "I can't believe you dragged me in here," Ponyboy complained as they continued to walk within the spook house. "I can't believe you're so scared," Curly retorted with a snicker, "I mean it was just a door opening by itself. I thought you like scary shit anyway. You always want to go see scary movies." "I like the idea of scary things, I don't actually like being scared," Ponyboy argued weakly. Curly his rolled eyes at his friend in amusement while continuing to walk ahead. It was pretty much silent now, not a thing could be heard or seen in this pitch black house. Then, out of the blue, a white sheeted ghost flew out of the closet. The shock caused Ponyboy to practically jump out of his own skin. He clung to Curly's arm tightly, not showing signs of letting go anytime soon. "Come on Pony," Curly told him encouragingly, "I know you're tougher than this. You gonna let some fake ghost on a sheet scare you?" "No," Ponyboy replied fighting out his shock induced fright. "Man up babe," Curly heartily punched his friends chest, "you're a greaser, you can't let any bullshit get to you." Ponyboy smiled at Curly's words. He remembered when they were younger when Curly use to say these things to him, glorifying the life of a greaser and what they stood for. "I guess you're right," Ponyboy admitted fully snapping out of his fright. "Of course I am," Curly retorted smugly, "now let's get out of this lame ass place." Still holding onto his friends arm, Ponyboy walked with Curly out of the spook house not getting scared not once by all the tricks that they met. Ponyboy shyly looked over at Curly in admiration. The young greaser couldn't describe how much he appreciates him. The bravery the hood shows on matter what the situation. It's something that Ponyboy wants so desperately, and if he can't have it personally he'd rather have it in the form it's in now. Curly couldn't fight off the smug look of satisfaction off of his face as he felt Ponyboy staring at him. The evidence for Ponyboy having an attraction for him was piling up minute by minute. All he had to do is keep pushing some more buttons before he made his move. "See?" Curly gestured to the clear day in front of them seeing as they just walked out of the spook house. "Okay," Ponyboy consented, "maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought it was." "Maybe," Curly raised an eyebrow at him teasingly. "Fine, fine, I'm a wimp," Ponyboy grunted, "can we just get something to eat?" "Sure, sure," Curly replied leading them the nearest concession stand. "Oh, funnel cake," Ponyboy exclaimed turning to his friend, "you want some?" "Naw," Curly denied, "I'm not really that much of a sweets type of guy." Ponyboy gave him an affronted look but respond verbally. Seeing as there was no line, Ponyboy was quickly able to buy his food and immediately dig into it. The look on Curly's face was in both amusement and astonishment at how fast Ponyboy tore into his funnel cake. The powdered sugar surrounded every region of the young greaser's mouth making him look as innocent as he could possibly get. "What?" Ponyboy asked utterly clueless as to how he looked at the moment. "You got some sugar on your face," Curly pointed out. "Where?" Ponyboy took his sleeve and rubbed it on his face. He got some of the sugar but there was still a little left on the side of his lips. "No," Curly shook his head moving toward his friend, "let me help you." Feeling slightly nervous due to Curly coming closer into his personal space, Ponyboy started to back up a little. Chuckling at Ponyboy's futile escape attempt, Curly easily pulled them together by wrapping his arm around his friend's waist. "Relax," Curly told him easily. Ponyboy froze as Curly stuck out his tongue and licked around Ponyboy's lips. Eyes never leaving his friends, Curly slowly flicked his tongue above Ponyboy's lips getting each section of powdered sugar. Then, with one last lick over the roof of Ponyboy's mouth, Curly separated the two of them licking his lips in satisfaction. Ponyboy was utterly speechless. His previously miniscule blush had spread all over his body making almost look like a ripe tomato. "I thought…you didn't like sweets that much," Ponyboy asked lowly seeing as his voice didn't seem to be able to go any higher. "I suddenly gained a sweet tooth," Curly replied huskily squeezing Ponyboy's hips tighter causing Ponyboy to gasp in shock. "Curly…" "Let's go on the Ferris Wheel," Curly suddenly suggested. "But…but…!" Without waiting for an answer, Ponyboy was dragged to the ride in question. Luckily the line was short and they didn't have to do much waiting. "Can we get on now?" Curly asked the employee controlling the ride impatiently who looked extremely bored. "Yeah, but you'll have to ride with someone else," The employee gestured to boy around their age standing in front of them in the line. "What?" Curly snapped in annoyance. Frustrated, Curly covered Ponyboy ears, who looked extremely disturbed by this, and moved a little closer to the employee. "Look man, can't you do a greaser a favor," Curly grinded out trying to ensure Ponyboy didn't hear him, "I'm trying to get laid here." "Okay, let me think about it," the employee went silent for a brief second before answering, "nope." Curly growled before letting go of Ponyboy's ears and moved to ride with his friend and the boy. Ponyboy didn't ask what they were talking about because he felt it was something he really didn't want to know about. "You need to get some," Curly said to the employee as he sat down next to Ponyboy. "Don't I know it," the employee grunted closing the door for them on the ride. Typical for a Ferris Wheel, the start of it was slow and carefully moved them higher into the ground. Curly, noticing that they weren't far from the ground, decided to get rid of the little twerp sitting across from him and Ponyboy. "Hey kid you dropped something," Curly said pointing to the floor. Obediently, the boy started checking on the floor for whatever he dropped. Once he got in a particular position Curly raised up his boot. Ponyboy, who was previously staring out the window aimlessly, looked over and saw what Curly was about to do. "Curly no!" Once the boy was at the perfect angle, Curly kicked him causing the boy to go flying out of the ride and on the ground. Luckily there weren't at a dangerous height, so the boy wasn't harmed but just in shocked from the fall. "Oh my god that boy fell out of the ride," A woman gasped. "Yeah, he sure did," the carnival employee nodded. "Aren't you going to stop the ride?" The woman demanded. "No," The employee looked at her like she was crazy. "You don't like your job do you?" The woman asked. "No maim I do not," The employee sighed. Snickering to himself, Curly closed the door of the ride back shut. He looked over to see the sour face Ponyboy was giving him only to burst into laughter. "That wasn't funny," Ponyboy grunted, "that boy could have been hurt." "Oh whatever," Curly waved his friend off, "that was funny and you know it." Ponyboy just gave him a blank look. Rolling his eyes, Curly wrapped his arm around Ponyboy's shoulder. "Fine, babe," Curly sighed mockingly, "I'm sorry. Is that better?" Ponyboy's sour mood left him as he started to chuckle. "That will have to do," Ponyboy nodded. "Good," Curly breathed. At this point in the ride they were at the highest place on the Ferris Wheel observing everyone in the carnival. "The view is so beautiful," Ponyboy stated. Curly choose to stay silent. "You don't agree," Ponyboy asked. "I only think one thing is beautiful," Curly announced shooting a look in Ponyboy's direction, "and isn't a view of some people." Ponyboy felt his heart increase as he took in Curly's gaze. It was the look that he always loved seeing on his friend, something that was only ever given to him. "You know babe," Curly started, "I like to think of myself as a growing man." Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm always looking for change and accepting change when it comes. Sometimes it sucks and sometimes it doesn't, but in the end if something's don't change you won't grow." "What are you saying Curly?" Ponyboy asked quietly. Curlymoved his head and put it on Ponyboy's side to side. "That whatever change happens with us," Curly replied, "I'm ready for it and I'm hope you ready for it to." Ponyboy knew exactly what Curly was talking about. He wanted the change Curly was hinting at, it was like a burning need inside of him urged to have that change. "I'm ready if you are Curly," Ponyboy said back to his friend softly moving his head onto his friend shoulder. Smiling internally to himself gleefully, Curly wrapped both of his arms around Ponyboy engulfing him in his heat. Sighing contently, Ponyboy was left with only his thoughts now. Curly…I think I'm in love with you. …While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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