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Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(General POV)
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Just say it!
"Dammit," Curly roared throwing some random object across his room in frustration.
Tiredly, the curly haired hood laid his head down on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling aimlessly as if waiting for something to fall from the sky.
"Why can't I just say the damn words?" Curly asked to himself, "I can say it a million times in my head but I can't say it to him."
Curly was having the hardest time saying those three words, those three words that he's repeated them in his head like a sonata since he was a little kid. Now, more specifically when he's around Ponyboy, whenever he wants to say 'I love you' his jaw just shuts itself up almost as if not wanting him to say those words. It happened every single time and Curly just couldn't wrap his head around why.
This was killing the hood in more ways than one.
The curly haired teen was brought out of his thoughts by a large banging sound, someone was knocking on his door.
"Go away," Curly ordered.
Not paying attention to the hoods words in the slightest, Angela invited herself in her brother's room.
"I said 'go away'!" Curly repeated warningly.
Still ignoring him, Angela took the chair from Curly's desk, carefully whipping all of the mess off it, moved it next to Curly's bed and sat down on it.
"I knew you were dumb but I didn't know you were deaf," Curly hissed, "I told you to get the fuck out!"
Angela snorted folding her hands defiantly.
"You ain't got no power," Angela replied with smirk.
Grunting in irritation, Curly decided to just ignore his annoying sister turning over in his bed broodingly.
"Look, I heard you talking to yourself again," Angela stated casually, "and I just want to help with your obvious problems."
"How do you know what my problem is?" Curly shot back not turning himself around.
"I'm a girl" Angela said as if it was obvious, "we know everything and were born smarter than men."
Furrowing his brow, the curly haired teen turned around to face his sister.
"If your gender is so smart then how come females are always talked down to by men?" Curly asked.
"We all hate each other and we can't come up with clear plan to eliminate men off the face of the earth," Angela answered swiftly, "plus the whole procreation thing."
If possible Curly looked even more confused than before.
"From what I've heard, from outside your room, you're having problems saying a certain set of words to a certain somebody," Angela snickered at the blush that appeared on his brothers face, "I think I guessed right."
Curly shook off his blush giving his sister an annoyed look.
"I got it covered, alright?" Curly reassured her forcefully.
"You know, you're probably making a big deal out of nothing," Angela informed him, "most girls that date greasers know that they'll never hear the words 'I love you'. It's just something we girls learn in 'Dating Dirt Bags 101'."
Curly gaped at his sister silently
"It's a very nice course, you should check out the book you and Tim are on page 5," Angela added with a nod.
"Ponyboy isn't a girl," Curly interjected ignoring the rest of his sister's words.
Angela rolled her eyes.
"Fine, all girls and girl like boys know this information so you need to stop being such a drama queen," Angela said.
"Hey, he's not girly," Curly defense sounded weak even by his own ears.
Angela scoffed haughtily.
"Oh brother please! I'm one hundred percent positive that his parents only named him 'Ponyboy' so everyone would know that he was a boy. If he were to show up to school tomorrow and rip open his shirt to reveal a set of boobs, I would not be in the least bit surprised."
Curly snarled at the girl for insulting his boyfriend silently.
"And you know the answer to why you can't say 'I love you' is," Angela told him.
"Why is that?" Curly asked angrily.
"Because you're not use to saying it," Angela reminded him her eyes blank.
The curly haired hoods mood diminished as he took in those words. It's true he's never had to say those words to anyone his entire life. They were seen as a sign of weakness not only in this house, but outside this house as well.
It was a little different for the Curtis brothers. While they did grow up in the same in neighborhood as everyone else, they lived a pampered life by greaser standards. They had a great set of parents who loved them very much and did everything in their power to see them happy.
"Yeah, but he's used to all that cutesy affectionate shit I'm not," Curly grumbled, "I don't do any of that stuff."
Angela let out a very unlady like snort.
"You two are made for each other because you're both so damn oblivious," Angela commented with a sigh.
Curly gave her a confused look.
"Boy, you may think you're slick but you're not," Angela shook her head in amusement, "I know all about your courting tactics the sweet talking, the gifts, the teasing, and, my personal favorite the flowers.
"How do you know about the flowers?" Curly demanded now fully sitting up.
"I'm a girl," Angela answered with a shrug.
"That's doesn't answer my question," Curly said feeling irritated.
"But it's the only one you're going to get," Angela replied with a smirk.
Curly flopped back on his back shutting his eyes tiredly.
"Look Curly," the hood heard his sister say, "you have to understand that Ponyboy is with you for a reason. One for the life of me I can't figure out because you're not that good looking, you don't have a single talent to speak of, you're broke as hell, you regularly screw up everyday activities like stealing, you're not that smart, and you defiantly-"
"Thank you Angela," Curly snapped.
"…oh right, I'm supposed to be helping you but your just so damn stupid I can't help myself," Angela gave herself a minute before speaking again, "the point is that Ponyboy's is with you for a reason and I doubt it's because you're sensitive and affectionate. I bet he's never even asked you to say it has he?"
Curly's silence was the only answer she got.
"Well there you go," Angela said excitedly, "he probably already knows how you feel but just doesn't want to cause any problems, like you are now."
"Okay, I get I'm a stupid drama queen for making this more than it is," Curly acknowledged finally.
"Glad you see things my way," Angela grinned smugly, "just be happy that the person you've going after for years is in love with you."
As Curly's thoughts were brought back to Ponyboy he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face. It was at this time he realized that he was loved, loved by one of the most inspirational people in his life. It made him feel good, no, amazing to know that something like this could happen to him, a know nothing greaser from Tulsa.
He had found happiness in a place where that's almost impossible for a guy like him and that excited him in ways unimaginable.
"At least somebody loves me," Curly said not noticing the surprised look on his sister's face beside him.
"Thanks Angie," Curly said with excited grin, "ya know for a pain in the ass you're not that bad."
The hood expected her to leave but was mildly surprised to see her stilling sitting there eyeing him with a foreign expression on her face.
"What do you want now?" Curly groaned, "if it's another stupid-"
Curly froze as he was suddenly enveloped into a hug.
"I love you Curly," Angela said softly beside his ear.
"Angela, what…"
"Even if you are a useless dumbass," Angela told him obnoxiously hitting on the side of the head as they separated.
As Angela stood up and walked to the door, Curly was left to splutter to himself, confused as to what just happened.
"And Curly," Angela called out as she stood by the door once again, "just so you know Tim loves you to, but he just doesn't say it. Where do you think you got it from?"
And with that Angela left the room leaving Curly to his own devices.
In this moment of pure random moments Curly had only one thing to say.
"I am so glad I'm not banging girls, they are far too complicated."
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"Justin you look great," Ponyboy chuckled as said young teen stepped out of the bathroom wearing his old clothes.
Justin had come by earlier today meekly asking could if he borrow some clothes since his are all dirty. Of course Ponyboy agreed to give him some of his older clothes he even offered to wash Justin's dirty ones. While the young greaser couldn't help but wonder why the boy's parents couldn't do this for him, or show him how to do it himself, he didn't feel that it was his place to press the matter.
"Thanks for the clothes Ponyboy but I think these are a little big on me," Justin claimed trying to pull the pants up seeing as they riding up on him, "I can hardly get these pants to stop sliding off me."
"My legs were a little bigger than yours when I was your age so I might have stretched them out a bit," Ponyboy explained with shrug, "but you should be able to wear them fine. Just give them a little time."
Tosh barked from his place in the living.
"See, Tosh agrees," Ponyboy claimed with a grin.
Just then Soda came into the hall they were in yawning loudly.
"Y'all are being too loud this early in the morning," Soda claimed tiredly.
"It's six in the afternoon," Ponyboy stated giving his brother a dry look.
"And just got off from work so keep that noise do you young whippersnappers," Sodapop said in an old man's voice.
Justin laughed while Ponyboy rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say old man," Ponyboy responded sarcastically, "just go back and having your nap."
"Kid's these days have no respect," Sodapop grunted taking a seat by Tosh on the couch, "but no, I'm not going back to sleep I'm already up now."
"Oh and, um, thanks for the clothes," Justin said feeling that he had to thank Sodapop as well as since Ponyboy told him that they were his first.
Sodapop at this point finally took note that Justin was wearing some of the old clothes he gave Ponyboy a couple years ago.
"Don't worry about it," Sodapop responded flippantly, "I always do what I can to help the little people."
"You didn't do anything," Ponyboy glared playfully.
"Those are my clothes," Sodapop interjected all the while making funny faces with a bored looking Tosh.
"And you got them from Darry," Ponyboy said folding his arms stubbornly.
Sodapop looked from his brother to the Justin's and back again.
"What your point?"
Ponyboy huffed and took a seat roughly beside his brother. Justin went back into the bathroom trying on some more of Ponyboy's old clothes.
"Hey Soda," Ponyboy said after about a minute of silence between them.
"What?" Sodapop asked somewhat distracted messing with Tosh.
"Do you ever think that maybe we grew up on the wrong side of the tracks?" Ponyboy questioned.
"Huh?" Sodapop looked up raising an eyebrow at his brother.
This question had been on the young greasers mind for a while now, to be fair it had always been on his mind ever since he was young but this is the first time he voiced it. The recent developments in his relationship with Curly, not to mention bringing to light how different they show affection, kept bring this question up in his mind.
He wasn't deaf, he knew that greasers and Socs alike see the Curtis family as kind of abnormal compared to what they're used to seeing in low class families.
"Do you think that we would fit in with the Socs crowd if we were born rich?" Ponyboy said rewording the question.
Sodapop stared at his little brother for a brief moment blankly before shaking his head.
"No," Sodapop denied simple, " a Socs life would not be the one for us."
"Are you sure?" Ponyboy asked pressing for a more detailed answer, "People have always said that Darry could be a Soc if he really wanted to and you, Soda, you can fit in with practically any crowd of people."
"And you are quiet and easy to get along with," Soda finished for his brother with a nod, "but those things wouldn't make us fit in with Socs."
"Why not?" Ponyboy asked curiously.
Sodapop gave his brother a smirk and rubbed his hair affectionately.
"I'm a let you in on a secret dad told me," Sodapop proclaimed, "we could have been rich."
"What?" Ponyboy jumped up from his seat slightly scaring Tosh. Apologetically, Ponyboy scooped the puppy in his arms.
"Yep," Sodapop grinned, "he told me that when I was born he was, by some stroke of luck, offered a promotion with the promise of another one. He was going to be making crazy amounts of money."
"Wow," Ponyboy claimed, "but what was the catch?"
Sodapop at his brother for catching on so fast, but he wasn't really surprised though.
"He would have been working some crazy hours! He would literally be spending no time with us…at all. I think dad said that the hours were something like three o'clock in the morning to ten at night."
"That's what you call a promotion?" Ponyboy demanded feeling appalled on his father's behalf, "that's way worse than when he usually had to work!"
Sodapop nodded in agreement.
"Sometimes that's the price you have to pay to get rich. After he was offered the position, dad being dad, said no to the promotion without any regrets because he said 'I would rather be demoted to the lowest position you had in the company than not see my beautiful family'. He did what he felt was right."
Ponyboy smiled tearfully, proud to have had such a father as dedicated it them as he was.
Comfortingly, Soda reached over and wrapped his arms around Ponyboy bring him to his shoulder.
"Were just like him Ponyboy," Sodapop added softly, "we always do what we feel is right rather than always making the smartest choices like Socs. It's when Darry took us both in giving up his chance to go to college, like when I quit school and pretty much screw up a number of different possibilities for me in the future, and you dating the Anti-Christ."
Ponyboy snickered into his brother's shoulder.
"So yeah, we might look like we would be able to fit in with Socs," Sodapop explained, "but looks can be deceiving."
"Yes they can," someone said from the door.
Both Curtis brothers looked over to see Curly leaning on door with an amused expression on his face.
"You still exist?" Sodapop demanded angrily, "Why do I pray again?"
"Because you're an idiot," Curly answered quickly before moving over and grabbing Ponyboy by his hand pulling his toward the door.
"Where are you going with him?" Sodapop questioned protectively.
"Keep your hair on twinkle toes," Curly snorted not looking back at him, "were just going to have a little talk."
Before they left, Ponyboy gently set Tosh on floor near the door before exiting the house. The two boys walked a few steps away from the house so they could talk privately without being heard.
"I got something to say," Curly announced looking a little nervous.
Ponyboy smiled gently.
"Curly don't worry, I'm not angry or sad or anything. You don't have to say-"
The young greaser was cut off as he was pulled into a kiss. Ponyboy shivered in delight wrapping his arms around Curly's neck.
As their lips gently met one another's Ponyboy realized that wasn't one of their normal kisses. The way Curly's arm moved in a way that made him want to melt in his boyfriend's arms, the soft meetings of their tongues all told him one thing. This kiss was a message, a message that Curly had been trying to verbally say not able to find the words.
It was a message the Ponyboy gladly accepted, even as they separated he could still feel the effects of the kiss.
"I love you to," Ponyboy breathed rubbing his nose against Curly's.
"I'll say it myself someday," Curly promised.
"There's no rush," Ponyboy reassured him pecking the hood on the lips once, "no rush at all."
Someday
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