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Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2923 -:- 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)
"Ponyboy dinner's ready," Sodapop called out from the kitchen.
"I'll be there in a second," Ponyboy replied finishing up the last of his homework.
Damn math, Ponyboy thought to himself in frustration. The young greaser had been working on the same problems for the past thirty minutes and still couldn't figure anything out.
Sighing in defeat, Ponyboy opted to just stop, eat dinner, and finish when he comes back in his room.
When putting away all his books in a neatly fashion on his desk, Ponyboy noticed one particular book that was askew on its stand.
'The Listener by Taylor Caldwell'
The book Johnny gave to him when he moved to Oregon. Ponyboy kept the book on the right side of his desk. This book was the only reminder of Johnny the young greaser had left and as long as he had feelings for him Ponyboy was going to keep the book on its stand.
Ponyboy didn't know why but Johnny's move wasn't affecting him in the way he thought it would. The young greaser thought he was going to be a mess after Johnny move but he was surprised to see that he wasn't. Sure he gets sad whenever thinks of Johnny and what they had, but it doesn't completely ruin his day or stop him from doing the things he has to do.
I guess I am growing up a little bit, Ponyboy thought to himself happily.
"Ponyboy," Sodapop called again.
"I'm coming," Ponyboy told him running out of his room and into the kitchen.
Ponyboy came in the room to see Soda setting everything onto the table. To his slight chagrin he noticed Steve at the table as well.
"Your still here," Ponyboy asked sitting next to him at the table.
"Got a problem with that kid," Steve raised an eyebrow at him.
Ponyboy gave him a shrug.
"I just think it's weird is all. You shower here, hang out, and eat here," Ponyboy smirked at the older greaser, "why don't you pay rent again?"
"Screw you," Steve responded with narrowed eyes though not looking particularly angry.
"I'm afraid that's not an answer Steve," Ponyboy told him sweetly, "you gonna have to try again."
"How about I give you my fist as an answer," Steve shook his fist at him warningly.
Neither Steve nor Ponyboy knew when their banter turned from angry to playful. Ever since they've know each other they have never been too fond of one another. Now it seems like they are fully able to tolerate one another. The likely answer is that all those times Steve spent helping Ponyboy train himself, therefore having the two of them spend time alone together, must have eased the tension between the two of them.
"Children please break it up," Sodapop reprimanded rolling his eyes at the two of them.
"Yes mom," both of them said in unison.
The two greasers froze and looked at each other hesitantly before shrugging off what had just happened.
Just then Darry walked into the room, grabbing his keys of kitchen counter.
"You're going out tonight," Sodapop asked him in shock.
Darry gave him a somewhat offended looked as he went and fished out a jacket from the closet.
"What's that supposed to mean," Darry asked his brother, "am I not allowed to go out on a Thursday night."
"Sure you can," Sodapop told him as if his older brother as actually asked for permission, "but you're gonna miss Taco day."
Darry looked at the table where he could see the green and red Tacos.
"Tempting," Darry said sarcastically, "but I'll think I'm gonna pass on them."
"Your loss," Sodapop shrugged taking a seat at the table.
Without any other words, Darry left the house slamming the door behind him.
"It's good that Darry finally has some time to himself," Ponyboy proclaimed, "these last couple days of work have been killing him."
"I know," Sodapop nodded in agreement taking a bit of his taco, "his been stiffer than usual lately because all he could really do is go to work and come home."
"He needs to get laid," Steve declared chomping on his food, "that would clear up any of that stiffness he has."
"Yeah," Ponyboy agreed carefully placing his food on his plate. He looked up as he felt the looks Sodapop and Steve were giving him.
"What," Ponyboy asked, "I'm sexually active now. I can talk about these things."
"See? Even Ponyboy gets more than he does," Steve gestured to the young greaser dramatically getting a glared in return.
Sodapop rolled his eyes at his best friend in amusement.
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"Come on Darry drink some more with us," Patrick urged his friend.
Darry and his three friends Patrick, Kevin, Gary, were all at a bar having a few beers and just messing around with each other.
"No thanks man," Darry waved his friend off, "I cannot afford to get drunk. I have to be up earlier for work in the morning."
"Oh come on," Kevin slurred looked thoroughly intoxicated, "what's one more drink gonna hurt."
"One more drink will definitely hurt you," Darry replied with smirk.
In confusion Kevin looked to his drink to Darry and then back to his drink again.
"No it won't," Kevin proclaimed loudly getting them a couple stares from the people around them, "and you need to drink more. It will loosen you up a little up."
"Yeah man," Gary agreed, "you not at work now. You just need to kick back and relax and not think about anything."
Darry rolled his eyes to himself.
How can I do that when I have bills to pay and little money to pay them, Darry thought to himself angrily.
"I'm gonna go to the bar and see if they have any nonalcoholic drinks," Darry announced standing up and walking to the bar.
"You have any Pepsi's," Darry asked the bartender.
"Sure hold on," the bartender told him stepping away for a moment.
"Darrel Curtis?"
Said greaser looked over to see a familiar face.
"Danny Jones," A small smile made it onto Darry's face.
"It's been a while old buddy," Danny returned the smile and clasped Darry's hand in his shaking it firmly.
"Yeah it has how have you been," Darry asked, "last I heard you had a football scholarship to some big school."
"I did," Danny nodded sadly, "but life fucked me over and I lost the scholarship."
Darry looked down at Danny's feet and saw that he had a cast on his leg.
"Whoa, what happened," Darry asked in shock.
"Training accident," Danny sighed, "I lost my scholarship because of his damn thing," he gestured to the cast.
"So you're back in town," Darry questioned.
Danny gave him a nod.
"Couldn't pay for college myself so I had to come home," Darry told the other greaser.
"I'm sorry to hear that man," Darry apologized knowing good and well what it feels like to lose your chance at going to college.
"Don't sweat," Darry told him, "I'm sure as hell not."
"We should hang out some time," Darry offered.
"Like the old days," Danny wondered slyly his eyes staring deep into Darry's.
"We'll see," Darry smirked at him.
Danny took out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Call me," Danny wrote down his number and handed to his old friend, "and you better not make me wait."
"When have I ever made you wait," Darry responded suggestively taking the drink that the bartender just now handed to him and standing up from the bar.
Once again Darry's eye fell to Danny's leg.
"Do you need any help," Darry asked.
"No I'm okay," Danny denied taking a sip of his drink and grabbing his stilts from beside him, "my friends are at the table at the far left."
"Alright," Darry nodded. Giving Danny one last look, Darry sat back down with his friends.
As soon as he sat down Darry saw his friends giving different degrees of strange looks.
"What was that all about," Gary asked.
"What do you mean," Darry replied aloofly.
"We saw you smiling over there," Patrick narrowed his eyes at his friend, "you never smile when you meet strangers."
"Who said he was a stranger," Darry raised an eyebrow at him.
Gary's eyebrows raised in shock.
"So what is that guy a friend from high school or something," Gary questioned taking a sip of his beer.
"Friend," Darry chuckled, "yeah he was a friend alright, a very special friend."
The guys looked at each other in confusion.
"What," Kevin slurred.
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It was the middle of the night and Ponyboy Curtis just could not sleep.
"I hate nights like this," Ponyboy whispered to himself.
He felt Sodapop from behind him on the bed snuggle closer to him.
Suddenly, Ponyboy heard the faint sound of the front door closing.
It's probably Steve again, Ponyboy said to himself. This is about the time Steve would come here after getting into a fight with his dad.
I should probably show him where the sheets are, Ponyboy sighed to himself seeing as Darry moved them from where they were last time and he didn't want to Steve to make a racket looking for them.
Carefully, Ponyboy took his brothers hand off of his waist. Slowly, he slide off of the bed replacing himself with a pillow as to not to disturb his brothers sleep.
With an incoherent mumble Sodapop grabbed the pillow tightly.
After smiling down at his brother, Ponyboy tipped toed out the room and into the living room.
Vaguely in the dark he made out someone lying down on the couch.
"Steve," Ponyboy gently nudged him on the shoulder.
Flicking the light on Ponyboy jumped in shock at who was on the couch.
"Curly," Ponyboy shrieked slightly.
"What's happening babe," the hood smirked at him.
"What are you doing here," Ponyboy asked.
The young greaser gasped as he took in his friends form.
"And what happened to you," Ponyboy asked frantically.
Curly's body was covered with bruises and scars. His clothes were terribly torn and filthy.
"Rumble," Curly shrugged carelessly, "I wasn't on the top of my game tonight."
"Apparently," Ponyboy nodded in shock. Quickly, he went into the closet and pulled out the first aid kit.
Cautiously, Ponyboy began wrapping up all the injuries he could find.
"How did this happen," Ponyboy wondered, "you never get his messed up after a rumble."
Curly sighed tiredly.
"Me and Tim's gang fuck up a party for some Socs," Curly grinned as he remembered the outraged looks on their faces, "there were a lot of them ready for a fight. I already didn't feel like fighting tonight but Tim kind of made me."
"You couldn't say no," Ponyboy asked gently.
"You never say know to Tim," Curly snorted.
A looked of sadness washed over Ponyboy's face. One of the ways that the two greasers first related to each other was their overbearing older brothers. However, when Darry tells Ponyboy him to do something it's usually because he feels it will benefit his younger brother in the long run. Tim does the same for Curly, but his reasoning can sometimes move to benefiting his own self instead of his younger brother.
"I'm glad you came to me for help," Ponyboy declared.
"It's not like I could go home looking to get patched up," Curly told him blankly, "and besides you're the only person I'd trust with this shit anyway."
"You're sure you wouldn't want a doctor," Ponyboy joked putting a Band-Aid on his friends left cheek.
"You the only doctor I want," Curly expressed seriously.
Ponyboy blushed with a happy smile on his face. The young greaser looked down and saw that every visible injury he could see was patched up.
"Um, I need you to," Ponyboy trailed off in embarrassment.
"I need to what," Curly raised an eyebrow at him.
"T-Take off your shirt," Ponyboy said lowly with a blush, "I need to wrap up those injuries to."
With a look that Ponyboy couldn't identify, Curly stripped himself of his shirt revealing his lean muscled upper body to him.
Ponyboy blushed fiercely when he saw Curly's growing four pack of abs. Curly always covers up so much of his body it was a shock to Ponyboy to see that he actually had some muscle to him. The young greaser had to force himself to look away from his friend.
Stop it Ponyboy he's your friend, Ponyboy thought to himself as he reached into the first aid kit to get more supplies.
Seeing a bloody wound on his friends chest, Ponyboy took out some hydrogen peroxide to clean it. Putting a couple dabs of the disinfectant on a cloth Ponyboy gently started to rub the wound carefully.
Determinedly, Ponyboy focused on his friends wound refusing to look up into Curly's eyes at the moment.
Just as Ponyboy finished cleaning the wound the started to pull his hand away only to have it grabbed tightly.
The young greaser looked up to see Curly staring at him intensely. Those deep blue eyes seemed to draw him in.
"Curly," Ponyboy breathed softly.
"Pony," Curly whispered back to him.
Slowly, Curly started to pull Ponyboy closer to him by the hand. He stopped as their chests met one another's. Their faces were mere inches away from one another's.
"What are doing Curly," Ponyboy asked lowly gripping his friend's bare shoulder. The young greaser was confused as to what was going on but didn't move away from Curly.
"Nothing," Curly replied inching his face even closer to Ponyboy's.
Their lips were merely a breath away from each other's.
"I'm just…"
"Ponyboy," both boys heard Sodapop cry out from his room.
Curly growled angrily.
"What are you doing," Sodapop asked sound tired, "come back to bed."
"In a second," Ponyboy responded, "I was just getting a drink of water."
Hearing no answer from his brother, Ponyboy moved away from his friend to pack up the first aid kit.
"Playing," Curly said lying down on the couch.
"What," Ponyboy asked.
"I was just messing with you just now," Curly clarified, "that's was just a stupid little game I play with my boys."
"Oh, okay," Ponyboy smiled at his friend not sounding completely convince a but giving him the benefit of the doubt regardless.
"You scared me for a second," Ponyboy sighed, "you should sleep here for the night. It's too dark to go out now."
"I ain't afraid of the dark," Curly snorted.
"Yeah you're a real tough guy," Ponyboy smirked sarcastically at his friend who gave him a warning look, "just stay here for the night so I don't have to worry about you."
"Fine," Curly rolled his eyes at him, "I'll crash on the couch then."
"Actually you should probably sleep in my room," Ponyboy suggested, "don't want one of my brothers freaking out because you're here."
"Yes, because we wouldn't want to upset the big brothers," Curly smirked deviously but stood up of the couch regardless.
Ponyboy narrowed his eyes at him playfully before putting the first aid kit back in the closet making his way to Sodapop's room.
"Goodnight Curly," Ponyboy said lowly as to not alert his brothers of the hoods presence in the house.
"Night," Curly walking to his friends room before suddenly stopping, "Pony?"
"Yes," Ponyboy stopped just as his was on his brother's door handle.
"You and me, Saturday were spending the together," Curly ordered, "be ready or I'll force you out of this house and make you have fun."
"Yes sir," Ponyboy saluted mockingly, "such a charming man you are Curly."
"Charm is for losers," Curly snorted and without another word stepped into Ponyboy's room.
With a small chuckle, Ponyboy joined his brother back in his bed and snuggled up to him.
Almost instantly Ponyboy fell asleep dreaming peacefully.
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