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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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(Ponyboy's POV)
"Dally," I called out in shock.
He smirked at me. "Long time no see Little Pony."
I really don't know why I'm so surprised to see him show up here unannounced. Dally has never been one to have a schedule or care about anyone else's. He came when he felt like it and he left when he felt like it. There was a time when I thought of these things with amusement but not today. Not today.
"So, you gonna stand there and look at me all day or are you going to let me in," he raised an eyebrow at me putting out his cigarette.
I inwardly growled at his attitude. As much as I was tempted to slam the door in his face and tell him to get lost, I wanted an explanation to for why he acted the way he did a couple days ago. Even if I don't end up liking his explanation I at least want to know what his explanation is.
"Sure," I slowly stepped out of the way and opened the door to let him in.
Walking in my house, Dally casually looked around the place. Noticing Tosh, he gazed at him for a brief moment before sitting down on the couch.
Almost reluctantly, I sat down next to him staring at nothing. The room was filled with an awkward silence as we waited to for someone to say something to the other.
Getting the hint that Dally was not going to say something first, I decided to start us off.
"You hurt me," I whispered.
"I know," he replied.
"You treated me like I was nothing to you," I told him.
"I know," he replied again.
Once again the silence returned. We both just sat on the couch just staring off into space.
"Well," I cried out.
"Well what," he looked over at me blankly.
"Do you see me as nothing," I asked with a whimper.
Did all the time we spent together mean nothing to him? Does he really feel nothing for me? I need to know!
"Look Pony," he said with a sigh, "in the life I live you cannot afford to display any emotion. Showing emotion means you are weak and being weak means you are vulnerable. I cannot afford to be vulnerable doing the things I do."
The things I do? What is exactly does he do?
He scooted a little closer to me on the couch.
"What does that have to do with me," I asked him confused.
He scoffed. "Everything. Do you know what would have happened to you if I had treated you like you were my equal, like I cared about you around someone like Wild Dog?"
I shook my head.
"You would be a target," he told me simply, "a target that Wild Dog would have stopped at nothing to hit."
"But I thought he was your friend," I wondered.
"Hell no," Dally sounded a little disgusted, "I can't fucking stand that man and he can't stand me. Trust me Pony, he would to have loved to use you against me."
"What would he have done to me," I asked fearfully.
Dally shrugged. "Rape? Torture? It would probably been a combination of both."
I shuddered.
"D-Did he t-talk about me when I l-left the alley," I stammered.
"No," Dally denied, "he didn't bring you up after you left. Seeing me not give a damn about how he treats you made him lose interest."
"How do you know he would have gone after me," I asked him.
Dally's eyes went blank again. "Personal experience with hoods like him."
Personal experience?
Dally mind seemed to have drifted off somewhat before he came back to me.
He smirked at me. "Fooled you didn't I? I'm a pretty good actor."
"So, it was all an act? You do have feelings for me," I asked a little hopefully.
He looked away in what I can assume is embarrassment.
"I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't," he told me simply.
I let a small smile make it onto my face.
"Look Pony, I'm not really good at this sort of thing," he scooted closer to me so we were a breath away from each other, "but…"
"But what Dally," I prodded gently.
"I-I'm sorry okay," he rushed out, "I'm sorry I hurt you."
"Dally…"
He grabbed my chin in his hands. Slowly, he started to move us closer together. Our lips were just mere inches away from each other.
*Whimper Whimper*
Suddenly, I heard a whimpering sound. I looked down to see Tosh standing directly at my feet.
I broke away from Dally to focus my attention on my little puppy.
"Hey, sleepyhead," I grinned at him, "you have a good nap."
I giggled as he let out a small yawn.
"You still tired little guy," he blink up at me innocently, "come here Tosh."
When I gestured for him to come to me, he practically jumped up on the couch. Sliding between Dally and I, he made us separate from each other by putting his whole body in the middle of us while his head lay on my leg.
"Aw isn't that cute," I exclaimed gently petting him on his back. I couldn't help but swoon over him as he made the most adorable sighing noise.
"Yes, very cute," I heard Dally say dryly.
I almost forgot that Dally didn't care much for dogs. Actually, Dally doesn't care much for anything that is smaller than him, whether it is an animal or a person.
"So are we okay now or what," Dally asked me.
I thought about what he said for a moment. To be honest I don't know if I we're okay or not. I mean sure he apologize, but apologies can't heal wounds.
"I don't know," I answered him honestly.
"What do you mean," he asked sounding a little annoyed.
Be brave Ponyboy, I thought to myself.
"You hurt me Dally," I told him brokenly, "in one moment you took the feelings and I had for you and just crushed them into a millions pieces."
"That scares me Dally. That scares me that you were able to do that to me so easily."
He looked away from me.
"I'm not going to ask you to stop hanging out with guys like Wild Dog," I ignored him raising an eyebrow at me, "because I know I have no right to tell you who you can and cannot hang out with."
"Pony…"
"But can you at least promise me that this will never happen again," I pleaded with him, "can you promise me that you will never let someone like Wild Dog talk to me like he did."
"Look…"
"Can you or not," I cried out.
"I don't know okay," he snapped, "If you were to meet some of the assholes I know I'm not sure if this will happen again. I'm not a fucking psychic alright!"
I looked down at Tosh as my eyes started to water. He looked up at me with big wide eyes that seemed to portray concern.
"So," he said tightly, "we're through then, huh?"
"No," I responded immediately, "I don't know, maybe? Dally I hated the way you treated me in that alley and I don't want it to happen again. If you can't promise me it won't happen again then I don't know what to say to you."
Dally sighed deeply. "So what do you think should happen then," he said throwing his hand up helplessly.
I took a moment to think about this. Looking down at Tosh, I was happily able to clear my mind and come up with the best solution I could come up with at the moment. I just hope I don't hurt him.
"Maybe we should take a break," I suggested.
"From each other," he raised an eyebrow at me.
Slowly I nodded my head. "I just need time to think about us and what we have. I don't want to break up with you, but I don't think I can trust you right now Dally."
I was hoping, more like praying, that Dally would understand and respect my wishes. Dally has never been one for waiting and giving people time to themselves. I just hoped that I could be the exception.
"Fine," he said with a shrug.
"Really? You're okay with this," I asked hesitantly.
"No," he retorted, "but I'll deal with it."
Grateful for his acceptance, I gave him a small smile.
Dally looked at the clock on the wall before standing up.
"Well I guess I better take off," he told me on his way to the door, "got places to go, people to see."
I nodded at him. As Dally opened the door to leave, a sudden sense of dread hit me.
"Dally," I called out making him stop in his tracks.
"What is it," he asked.
I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. "Um, be careful out there okay?"
I may not trust him all that much right now, but I still care about him.
He gave me a smirk in return. "Don't worry about it Little Pony. Ain't no dumb hoods gonna get me."
I chuckled at his response.
"By the way," he reached into his pocket and tossed me something, "got something for you."
Catching it, I saw that it was a little wooden zebra figurine.
"Aw," I exclaimed, "thanks Dally."
He gave me one last smirk before leaving my house shutting the door behind him.
I sighed to myself in relief.
That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I thought to myself.
I looked down at Tosh who seemed distracted by my new Zebra figurine.
"You like it Tosh?"
I moved it closer to him so he could get a better look at it. He sniffed the figurine for a couple seconds before pulling his head back and scrunching up his nose.
"What's wrong," I asked him.
He started to bark at the figurine. Lightly he started to paw at the thing messing with its wooden frame.
"Tosh stop," I gently took his paw in my hand and moved it back down to where it was.
He started to whimper at me pitifully but I didn't relent.
"No," I told him sternly. I was happy to see he listen to me and backed off.
I sighed in relief. Good thing I read all those books about dogs and how to treat them properly.
"Come on Tosh let's find something you can play with," I picked him up and carried him to my room.
Looking down at the innocent puppy in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't like the figurine Dally gave me.
So strange.
…...
(Later That Day)
"Doggie," Two-Bit cried out ecstatically.
Two-Bit, Steve, and Sodapop had just walked in the door spotting Tosh immediately. I know Steve and my brother had just came from work but I have no idea where Two-Bit has been all day, nor do I particularly want to know. Darry had come home a couple hours before they did.
Shyly, Tosh backed up hiding himself behind me.
Sighing amusedly, I moved out of the way so everyone could see him better.
"Come on Tosh don't be shy," I gently moved him a little further. I was met with some resistance but luckily he didn't run back to me again.
"I love dogs," Soda gushed, "come here little puppy."
As Soda stretched out his arms Tosh started to back away.
Steve snorted. "Figures the kid would get a dog that is as whimpy as he is."
I glared at him silently.
"Try these," Darry tossed Soda that bag he had when he came home.
"Doggie treats," Soda read on the label.
I turned to smile at my elder brother.
"You bought doggie treats," I asked gratefully.
"I bought some doggie treats," he replied emphasizing the 'some' although I did see the hint of a smile on the edges of his lips.
Opening the bag, Soda pulled out a single treat and presented it to Tosh.
"Come on little um..."
"Tosh," I told my brother.
Soda smiled at the name. "Come on little Tosh. Come on."
"Go on Tosh he won't hurt you," I reassured my shy little puppy.
Very slowly Tosh started to approach my brother. Once at him Tosh slowly started to sniff the treat presented to him. Tosh gave the treat a little practice bite tasting it a little bit. I was pleased to see that he did indeed like the treat and ate it very quickly.
"He eats fast," Soda said voicing what I just observed.
Once finished his little snack, he started to lick Soda's hand as a thank you. Soda's eyes lit up at the sign of appreciation from Tosh.
"So cute," Soda grinned at him. He looked toward Darry.
"Are we keeping him," he asked hesitantly.
Darry just raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a 'what do you think' look.
"No we are not keeping him," he replied dryly.
I saw Soda look at me as if waiting for me to start arguing with Darry. He always feels as if he has to come between the two of us when we fight.
That's going to change. I don't want to fight with my brother anymore. I never wanted to in the first place.
I kneeled next to Tosh and started to pet his fur.
"I told I'm gonna find him a home," I insisted.
"Oh," Two-Bit raised his hand enthusiastically, "I'll take him."
"No," my brothers and I cried out.
Two-Bit looked around confused. "What?"
"Two-Bit you had a dog before," Steve told him rolling his eyes.
"I did," Two-Bit said in shock.
Steve let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes you did. You had him for about a week before you got bored with taking care of him and left him somewhere."
"Oh yeah," Two-Bit, "did we ever find him?"
"Yeah," Darry replied, "flattened on the side of a road."
"Oh damn," he rubbed his head with a chuckle, "I always sucked with pets."
Everybody just rolled his eyes with at him.
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(Later That Night)
"You and Darry didn't argue did you," Soda asked me as we got ready for bed.
Tosh was in our room lying in his own bed next to us.
"No we didn't," I told him getting into the covers and getting comfortable.
"You didn't," he said kind of shocked.
"No," I chuckled, "Darry and I are going to try and work things out between. We're going to get better."
"That's great Pony," he told me wrapping his arms around me.
"You won't have to break up anymore fight anymore I promise," I said in reassurance.
"That's great," he said lowly.
I furrowed my brow at the change in voice. That was a little strange but I guess that's just because he's tired.
It was then I noticed how tight of a grip he had on me.
"Soda you don't really have to hold me anymore. I'm okay when I sleep now," I told him.
"I know," he replied, "I know all too well."
I was getting confused again
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(The Next Morning) (Johnny's POV)
I woke up this morning with a big yawn. I had a good sleep last night.
As I got up and got dressed and couldn't help but wonder what I was going to do today. I spent the last couple of days doing nothing but reading magazines and walking around Tulsa.
I sighed, wondering what Ponyboy was doing. I choose to give him some space because of the whole thing with Winston and where there relationship is going to go.
Hopefully it'll go to the gutter. I know that's pretty mean but I just can't help it.
"Johnny, phone for you," my mom yelled from downstairs.
Who could that be?
"I'm coming," I yelled back running down the stairs.
"Who is it," I asked my mom taking the phone.
"That nice little friend of yours," she told me before going back into the living room.
"Johnny," I heard a familiar sweet voice call out.
"Ponyboy," I exclaimed, "um, how are you?"
"I'm good okay I guess," he replied, "could you come over my house? I need to talk to you about something."
"Is it about Winston," I asked a little hopefully.
"Yes," he answered, "I need you here Johnny."
I need you.
I had to restrain myself from crying out in excitement. Those are three words I never thought he'd say to me.
"I'll be right over," I told him ecstatically slamming the phone.
"I'm going out mom," I shouted as I practically ran out the door.
I can hardly wait!
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