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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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(General POV)
"Ow," Ponyboy cried out in pain as he fell to the ground.
"Too slow," Steve said looking down at him blankly.
Both Steve and Ponyboy were sparing in a clearing a couple of blocks away from their houses. It was about six O'clock in the morning and it was ridiculously cold outside.
Pony had left his house claiming to his eldest brother that he was going for a jog. He had arranged for this meeting the day before and was very persistent on the time and place as to ensure his brothers were unaware of his actions.
"What do you mean," Ponyboy asked rubbing his chest where he was hit.
Steve raised an eyebrow at him. "Your reactions were too slow when I was coming at you. A kid like you cannot afford to be slow."
Ponyboy stood up to face him. "Yeah but, Darry and Soda aren't all fast and moving all the time when they fight."
"We're not talking about your brothers," Steve interjected harshly, "we're talking about you."
"Huh," Pony slanted his head to the side innocently.
Steve rolled his eyes and got into his fighting stance. "Let's try again."
Pony stared at him, feeling utterly lost, before shrugging and doing as he was told.
Steve stared him down for a brief second before charging at him.
Standing his ground, Ponyboy held up his fists in preparation. Steve came at him with a barrage of fists. Pony dodged every blow with a form of accuracy. Unfortunately, because he was so focused on the fists coming his way he didn't pay attention of his opponent fully. Swinging around Steve delivered a roundhouse kick hitting Ponyboy right in the gut. He fell straight to the ground holding his stomach as he groaned in pain.
"Too slow," Steve barked. "I don't know if you realized this or not brat, but if you haven't I'm gonna say it. You…are…small."
Ponyboy just narrowed his eyes at him in response.
"Do you know what that means? It means that in a fight you cannot afford to just stand around and let me make moves on you. I've seen how fast you can be. I know you could have moved out of the way of that kick, but you didn't. With your size, anybody could knock you around if you're not moving fast enough."
Looking up at him, Pony silently took in all of Steve's words. He looked down at his feet then back at Steve.
"So what I got to keep doing is…"
"Move, move, move," Steve repeated. "Get up. We're going one more time."
"Move, move, move," Pony said to myself. Nodding, he stood up and got ready.
Wasting no time, Steve charged at him again. Steve swung his left fist at Pony's head. Missing, he swung his right at Pony's chest. Missing again, he initiated a continuous assault of head and chest never once faltering. Ponyboy was doing a pretty good job avoiding these hits as he never stopped moving his feet. Steve's suddenly swept out his leg attempting to hit Ponyboy's ankles. Fortunately, Pony was able to jump out of the way and out of Steve's assault range.
"Don't stop moving," Steve warned him as he caught Ponyboy relax his stance slightly. Relaxing in the middle of a fight was never a wise idea.
Jumping up, Steve attempted to tackle Pony to the ground. Getting back in his movements, Pony dodged and decked him right in the face. Ponyboy's face portrayed a look of glee before Steve took his hand and threw him across the field.
Ponyboy groaned in frustration as he had to pick himself up again. "What did I do wrong that time?"
Steve snorted at him. "You're hitting the wrong way."
"What," Pony looked at him exasperated.
"Just like with your feet, your fists got to keep moving to," Steve explained, "otherwise you'll give whoever you're fighting time to recover so they can knock your ass out."
Ponyboy nodded reluctantly.
"I'm done for today," Steve stretched tiredly leaving the field, "still sleepy."
"You know we have school," Ponyboy reminded him.
"Where do you think I'm gonna sleep," Steve told him as if it was obvious.
Rolling his eyes, Ponyboy moved to go home.
…
"Ponyboy where have you been," Soda demanded as he saw his little brother walk in the house.
Pony blinked at him. "I went for a jog."
Soda sighed to himself. He seemed to be a little panicked for some reason.
"Pony, you need to tell me when you leave in the morning," Soda told him sternly.
"I told Darry," Ponyboy pointed at his eldest brother as he walked into the living room. Darry didn't say anything. Instead he just stood in the door way observing both of his brothers.
Why was his brother acting so strange, thought Pony?
"You need to tell me," Sodapop pointed at himself insistently.
"Why," Ponyboy asked him confusedly. What's the big deal? Even Darry looked confused.
Soda took his younger brother and shook him rapidly. "You just need to okay?"
"Soda, what is wrong with," Darry demanded harshly as he saw Ponyboy looking a little scared. "Ponyboy didn't do anything wrong so stop all the melodrama."
Soda looked at Darry surprisingly. Looking down, he saw his younger brother looking up at him with a combination of confusion and fear.
That seemed to snap him out of whatever mood he was in as he let go of Ponyboy and moved to his room.
"I have to get ready to work," Soda mumbled as he slammed the door to his room.
The room was filled with silence. Darry and Ponyboy looked at each other both wondering the exact same thing.
What the hell was that?
…
"If you look on page thirty-five you'll see..."
Ponyboy was now sitting in his last class of the day. Normally this would a time where you would relax. Not Ponyboy though. Why? Because he was sitting in his least favorite class of all his classes.
Math.
He groaned just thinking the name. Class was almost over and he hadn't been paying attention to anything his teacher was saying. No matter what he tried he just couldn't get what she was going over.
"Pay attention Mr. Curtis," Ponyboy's math teacher barked.
"Yes, maim," mumbled Ponyboy as he blushed in embarrassment.
The bell rang. All the students sighed in relief as they gathered their belongings.
"Don't forget you have a quiz next week," their teacher reminded them. They all groaned and mumbled to themselves in complaint as they left the room.
Great, Pony thought to himself sarcastically as he made his way to his locker.
"I so don't need another quiz," he mumbled to himself.
"Pony," he heard someone call out to him.
Looking over his shoulder he was surprised to see it was Johnny.
"So how's your day been," Johnny asked him with a smile.
"Fine," Ponyboy answered somewhat awkwardly.
Ponyboy came to an agreement with himself last night that he wouldn't act upset at Curly and Johnny for what they said. While he didn't like how they saw him, as someone that needed to be protected, he did think it was nice that they felt that way. After all they just being good friends right?
"That's great, so um, I was wondering," Johnny rubbed the back of his head, "are you okay to hang out with me."
Ponyboy gave him a small smile. "Sure, I'm okay now. Yesterday was just a really bad day."
"Alone," Johnny asked with narrowed eyes.
"Hm," Ponyboy conked his head to the side.
"We're going to be alone right," Johnny replied insistently.
Ponyboy shrugged, "I don't see why we wouldn't be."
Johnny pumped his fist. "Yes!"
Pony just raised an eyebrow at him.
Johnny looked back at him like a dear caught in headlights. "I mean, it's great that we can hang together, just the two us."
Ponyboy, being Ponyboy, believed him without question and smiled obliviously.
"Then what are we waiting for," he linked Johnny's arm with his, "let's blow this popsicle stand."
…...
Ponyboy and Johnny were currently sitting in the local ice cream shop, just talking with each other.
"She says the actual words," Ponyboy chuckled.
"Yes," Johnny hung his head in mock embarrassment, "my mom knows slang and how to use it."
"Oh wow," Ponyboy covered his mouth to conceal his laughter.
Johnny started to laugh along with him.
Calming down, Ponyboy poured some more chocolate sauce on his vanilla ice cream.
Johnny raised an eyebrow at him. "Geez Pony, all that chocolate sauce. Why didn't you just get chocolate ice cream since you smothered your bowl with so much chocolate?"
"I like the combination," Ponyboy grinned at him, "plus this chocolate sauce is kind of warm. Hot chocolate sauce is the best on ice cream (1)."
Johnny shrugged. "I guess I'll have to take your word on it. Oh, before I forget." He reached in his pocket and got out some cash.
Ponyboy looked at him amazed. "Wow, your rolling in the dough."
Johnny looked up and chucked at him. "Not really, it's just some money I had left over from my job."
"Where did you use to work," Ponyboy asked interestedly.
"Just at this restaurant," Johnny shrugged, "I hated working their but the pay was great."
"Why would you work at place you hated just for good pay," Ponyboy asked confusedly, "I mean there had to other places you could work right?"
"I guess," Johnny scratched his head in thought, "but I just didn't think of it at time. All I wanted was to have some money of my own, without having to rely on my parents for everything."
Ponyboy 'hm'd' in agreement. "That's really mature of you Johnny."
This gave Ponyboy a couple of ideas.
Johnny, thinking that Pony was praising him, grinned like an idiot. "Well, I wouldn't say it's all that mature. It's just something I wanted to do."
Ponyboy let out giggle and went back to his ice cream. In the corner of his eye he saw someone familiar appear all of a sudden.
"Dally," he voiced aloud.
"What," Johnny asked with his mouth full.
Looking closer Ponyboy did indeed see his boyfriend across the street. He was in an alley talking to some shady looking character. Looking around at the people in the area they moved deeper into the alley.
"I saw Dally go into that alley," Pony told him pointing at what he was talking about.
Johnny looked from the alley back at Pony. "So."
"So," Pony exclaimed, "he might be in trouble. That guy he was talking to looked really dangerous."
"I'm sure Winston can take care of himself," Johnny waved him off.
Ponyboy huffed. It seemed like forever to him since he'd last seen his boyfriend. I mean sure there are some days he doesn't see Dally, but these past few days it's been worse. He's been getting really worried about him. Ponyboy was afraid that Dally was caught up in something dangerous.
"I'm gonna see what's happening." And with that he took off out the shop and to the alley.
"Pony," Johnny cried out. "Shit."
He threw the money for the ice cream on the counter and ran after his impulsive friend.
Going into the alley, Johnny saw Ponyboy hiding behind a dumpster.
Quickly, Johnny hid beside him.
"What are you doing," Johnny whispered to him.
Ponyboy shushed him and pointed in front of him where a conversation could be heard. Curiosity getting the better of him, Johnny listened in.
"You got the stuff," he stranger asked.
"You gave it to me didn't you," Dally retorted smartly.
The stranger growled. "Don't get smart with me Winston, your already on thin ice as it is."
"Yeah, yeah," Dally responded nonchalantly, "I stashed the stuff in a good place. The cops will never find it."
"They better not," the stranger snapped, "cause if you screw this up…"
"I ain't screwing anything up so just shut your trap, Wild Dog."
Ponyboy and Johnny looked at each at that name. It just screamed trouble.
Hearing enough, Johnny started to pull Pony away from the alley.
"Come on Pony," on their way out Johnny accidently stepped on an empty can causing it to make a loud crunching sound.
"Hey," Wild Dog shouted, "who's out there."
Both Ponyboy and Johnny froze in fear.
They heard a gun cock.
"Whoever you are, you got five seconds to get out here before I pump you full of lead," Wild Dog warned them.
Johnny groaned to himself.
The things I do for love, he thought to himself.
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