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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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(Brief Recap)
Sighing to himself, Ponyboy went to pick up the pieces of the broken figurine.
Ponyboy froze as he saw what was among the shattered pieces of broken wood on the floor.
"What the hell?"
(General POV)
Cocaine
Ponyboy knows good and well what is on his floor right now. He's seen it in pictures, heard people talk about it, but has never been close to it before. To be perfectly honest it made him a little scared.
Very hesitantly, Ponyboy reached out to touch it. His curiosity and disbelief was controlling him at the moment. He needed to feel that what he was seeing was real.
However, like a wakeup call, Tosh snapped Ponyboy out of his days with a sharp bark.
Ponyboy gasped softly and looked to his dog helplessly.
"Is this what you were barking at," Ponyboy asked him.
In reply, Tosh licked his hand.
"Where did it come from," Ponyboy wondered in confusion, "I don't understand this."
Just then, Ponyboy heard the front door slam signifying that someone came into the house. Given the time of the day, that was either Two-Bit or Steve. Why either of them were here now is a mystery Ponyboy doesn't much care to figure out at the moment.
"What am I going to do," Ponyboy whispered to himself.
Unable to come up with anything, Ponyboy took Tosh of the counter, put him back on the floor, and walked with him into the living room. He walked in the room to see Steve sitting on the couch lazily watching a television show.
Steve looked over at Ponyboy briefly, before turning back to his show.
"Didn't feel like staying home," Steve answered Pony's silent question, "and I had nothing else to do so I figure I'd just crash here for a bit."
"Got a problem with that," Steve asked not really putting too much anger into his voice.
"Not really," Ponyboy answered awkwardly.
For the longest time, Ponyboy stood in front of the living door way just not knowing what to do.
Finally, Steve looked back up at the young greaser.
"What are doing," Steve demanded.
"It's just, um, this thing," Ponyboy replied wondering if he should really trust Steve with what he just found.
"What thing," Steve asked losing his patience.
"You know those animal figurines I collect," Ponyboy said.
Steve nodded. "Yeah, those things you and your dad use pick up all the time."
"Well, I kind of found something in one of them," Ponyboy replied slowly.
"What kind of something," Steve asked suspiciously with narrowed eyes.
Ponyboy bit his lip and looked down at Tosh nervously.
"How about I just show you," Ponyboy suggested.
Steve debated saying no but he figured that his mind would keep bugging him until he found out what was troubling the kid.
"This better be good," Steve grumbled.
Hurriedly, Ponyboy guided his brother's best friend to show him his troubling discovery (Tosh was trailing behind them of course).
"See," Ponyboy pointed to the ground where the drug still was.
"Wha…"
Steve's mouth clamped shut as he saw something he thought he would see in this house.
Cautiously, Steve kneeled down and inspected the powder like substance.
"What the fuck kid," Steve growled lowly. He looked up at the boy with a glare of disbelief.
"It isn't mine," Ponyboy cried out frantically, "I swear I was just moving my figurines until I dropped of them and that stuff came out of it."
Steve raised an eyebrow at him and then looked at the figurines. Reaching up the counter, Steve grabbed the cheetah figurine. Somewhat effortlessly, Steve snapped the figurine in two causing it to also spew out the white powdered drug.
Tosh started barking at the sight of more of the dangerous drug.
"I don't understand," Ponyboy shook his head helplessly, "what is going on."
"Where did you get these," Steve questioned.
"The figurines," Ponyboy asked, "Dally gave them to me."
Steve let out a hollowed laugh.
"That makes perfect sense," Steve smirked darkly standing back up.
"What," Ponyboy asked naively.
Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend's little brother for not figuring it out himself. Then again, this kid has always been oblivious to the harsh realities of life. For the life of him, Steve just could not understand why his brothers wanted to keep him that way.
"Kid you have been used as a cover for hiding drugs," Steve informed him.
"I've been what," Ponyboy couldn't believe what he just heard.
"I really have to spell it out for you don't I," Steve grumbled in frustration, "fine I'll explain it, but I'm only doing his once so listen up."
Ponyboy nodded in agreement.
Steve sighed heavily.
"Drug dealing is a very dangerous 'business'. Most of the time, the cops know who the drug dealers in town are and are always watching them. In order to make sure they don't get busted, drug dealers hide their shit in places where they think the cops won't ever find it."
Ponyboy blinked up at him.
"Wow, you sure know alot about this stuff," Ponyboy pointed out.
Steve snorted.
"I don't know any more about drug dealing than any other person in this town. You're just oblivious to your surroundings as usual."
Ponyboy glared at him before the realization of what he was just told set in.
"So Dally's a drug dealer," Ponyboy slowly said to himself, "and he was using me to hide his stuff?"
"Pretty much," Steve replied bluntly.
So everything was a lie. Ponyboy had come to the conclusion that Dally never cared for him at all. He was just using him to hide drugs and make a profit.
That must be why he acted the way he did when they first met.
(Flashback)
"What's your deal," Dally demanded as Ponyboy accidentally ran into him.
"I-I'm s-sorry," Ponyboy stammered, "it was an accident."
Dally took this time to notice that tears were running down the young greasers eyes. If he was a decent guy he might of have been concerned for the little guy. Too bad he isn't.
"Next time watch where you have accidents you got it," Dally demanded.
Ponyboy nodded and quickly moved out of the way.
As Dally went to pass the Ponyboy he noticed something particular in his hand.
"What the hell is that," Dally pointed at the figurine in his hand.
"This," Ponyboy held up the bear figurine in his hand.
"That's what I'm pointing at isn't it," Dally grunted.
"Oh yes, um, this is a bear figurine I took with me I accidently took with me when I left my house," Ponyboy told him.
"You collect dolls," Dally smirked.
"Figurines," Ponyboy corrected sharply, "and yes I do. My dad and I use to collect them together before he…died."
Ponyboy looked down at his feet at the mention of his father.
With his head down, Ponyboy didn't see Dally eyeing him analytically. His mind was hatching a plan that would not only save himself, but get him the money he desperately needed in order to reach his target amount.
"I'm Dallas," he said introducing himself and outstretching his hand.
Ponyboy head snapped as he eyed the hand with suspicion.
"I'm Ponyboy," he took the hand and shook it firmly, "it's nice to meet you."
Dally gave him a smirk.
(End Flashback)
"I am so stupid," Ponyboy moaned burying his face in his hands.
Steve gave him an awkward look.
"All those times he was around me didn't mean anything to him," Ponyboy sniffed, "he just needed me for something."
"Hey, hey, hey," Steve shouted, "no waterworks."
"But you just said," Ponyboy sniffled. Tears were slowly coming down his eyes.
Tosh, seeing Ponyboy so upset, tried to console him by rubbing his head up against his leg.
Steve held up his hand to stop him. He really doesn't do the whole comforting thing, but he doesn't want to hear the kids crying and whining while he's here either.
"Maybe he was doing it for a good reason," Steve rationalized.
"What do you mean," Ponyboy wiping away some of his tears.
"Some people around our age sometime sell drugs to get by," Steve told the younger greaser, "not all the time but that is one of the reasons."
"Maybe I should ask him about it," Ponyboy thought aloud, "but Buck said he went back to New York."
"He left his stash here," Steve snorted, "he'll be back. That's pretty much guaranteed."
"I guess you're right," Ponyboy sniffed as his sullen face turn into a content one, "thank you Steve."
"Hm," was all Steve said as a reply.
As he moved to leave the room, Ponyboy impulsively moved over to him and hugged him. Steve stiffened at the contact but didn't move to throw the younger boy off. Very slowly, Ponyboy released him from his grip and looked up at him hesitantly.
Steve returned the looked with a blank face.
"That will never happen nor will it ever be spoken of again," Steve told him warningly, "got it?"
Ponyboy nodded at his words.
"What do you think I should do with all this stuff," Ponyboy gestured to the figurines.
Steve groaned and eyed the drug that was on the floor.
"Clean it up, put it all in a box or something, and wait for your brothers to get home," Steve advised.
"Do you really think I should tell them about this," Ponyboy asked, "maybe I should keep this a secret?"
Steve looked at him like he was insane.
"Your brothers would kill me and you if they ever found out you didn't tell them about this," Steve replied, "no you are going to tell them about this."
Ponyboy huffed but didn't deny Steve's claim. Carefully he started to take an extra box he in the room and put all the figurines in it.
It was at his moment that Steve finally noticed that the room looked a little empty.
"You been cleaning or something," Steve asked.
"Hm," Ponyboy briefly looked up at him, "no I'm just packing up all my stuff and moving back into my old room."
Steve raised an eyebrow at him.
"That's going to be trouble," Steve mumbled.
Ponyboy didn't expect a response like that. He expected Steve to say something like 'it's about damn time' or 'you finally decided to grow up.'
"Why that going to be trouble," Ponyboy asked him in confusion, "I can sleep perfectly fine on my own now."
"That's not what I'm talking about," Steve told him
"Then what are you talking about," Ponyboy responded getting a little bit annoyed.
Steve didn't answer him however. All he did is shrug and wordlessly walked out of the room.
Ponyboy looked from the door to Tosh in confusion.
"What was that about," Ponyboy wondered.
…
(Later At Johnny's House)
"What's wrong dad," Johnny asked as he saw his dad rubbing his forehead tiredly.
"Oh, nothing son," Mr. Dauber smiled comfortably at his son, "I just got a call from work."
"What you got fired," Johnny joked.
"No," Mr. Dauber chuckled, "but they are talking about relocating us again."
"What," Johnny's eyes widened in panic.
His father nodded his head remorsefully.
"There saying they might not need me here anymore and we might have to move again."
Johnny was too shocked to speak. His heart was beating so fast it felt like he was going to have a heart attack.
His father, noticing his state of panic, immediately tried to console his son.
"Now, now, calm down," his father told him, "I said we might have to move. There's no guarantee that we're going to more."
"But you just said…"
"It was my superiors giving me a heads up in case something happens," he reassured his son, "it's really nothing major to worry about."
This made Johnny's heart rate decrease a little bit, but not by much. The scare of moving away, away from Ponyboy, is still haunting him.
Johnny's father put a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
"Don't worry about it son," He said with emphasis, "we're going to be fine."
Johnny nodded his head trying to reassure himself that what his father said was true.
"Good, now your mom and I are going to the grocery store," his dad told him, "do you want to come?"
"No thanks," Johnny declined, "I'll just catch up on my reading."
"Comic books," his dad smirked.
"Of course," Johnny replied as if it was obvious.
His dad smiled at him amusedly.
"See you in a little bit," his dad said, "your mom's probably waiting in the car for me."
And with that he took off out house slamming the door shut.
Sighing, Johnny went to make his way to his room when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
"Coming," Johnny called out running to the door. Opening it, he was pleasantly surprised to see it was Ponyboy.
"Hi," Ponyboy greeted with a smiled.
"Hey," Johnny welcomed him into the house.
"What brings you here," Johnny asked casually.
"Can we talk," Ponyboy asked, "it's about Dally."
Johnny winced at the name.
"What about him," Johnny asked him narrowed eyes.
Ponyboy rubbed the back of his head nervously.
(Thirty minutes later)
"I'm going to kill him," Johnny barked angrily from his place on the couch.
"Johnny," Ponyboy reach out for him worriedly beside him.
"I'm serious," Johnny replied with narrowed eyes.
"Johnny you can't do anything to him," Ponyboy stated as if it was fact.
"I could get a punch in," Johnny responded trying to boost up his own confidence.
Ponyboy shook his head at him. "No."
"But.."
"No Johnny," Ponyboy interjected, "he would completely destroy you. Besides, I don't need my old boyfriend fight my new boyfriend."
Johnny huffed and looked at Ponyboy pitifully.
"Geez, you sure know how to kill a guy's confidence," Johnny grumbled.
Ponyboy chuckled and rubbed Johnny's shoulder comfortably.
"Just stating facts," Ponyboy told him.
"That doesn't make any sense though," Johnny replied, "a guy like Dally wouldn't do all the protective stuff he did for you if he honestly didn't care about you. Either he's a really good actor or something just isn't adding up right."
Ponyboy gave him a nod.
"That's what I think," Ponyboy responded back, "when he comes back from New York I'm going to try and get some answers."
Johnny thought that was a good idea and agreed with him. Suddenly, something Ponyboy said came to mind.
"New boyfriend," Johnny repeated with a smile. He looked to Ponyboy who was blushing up a storm.
"I'm your new boyfriend now," Johnny asked with a grin.
"If you want to be," Ponyboy replied quietly, "being around you always makes me so happy Johnny."
"Of course I want to be," Johnny reassured him moving them a little closer to each other, "it's what I've always wanted."
With a smile Ponyboy moved in and shyly kissed Johnny on the lips. Johnny returned the kiss feeling utterly content at the moment.
Both of them felt there worries fly away. They felt safe right now, just being able to enjoy the moment and each other.
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(Curtis House)
"I'm home," Ponyboy announced.
He was surprised to see Steve sitting at the dinner table shake head his sadly while sipping a beer.
"Ponyboy," Sodapop called out frantically. He practically ran out of his room to see his younger brother.
"Why is all your stuff out of our room," Soda demanded to know.
"Because I moved back to my old room," Ponyboy told him cautiously.
"YOU WHAT?
"And it begins," Steve claimed taking another sip of his beer.
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