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Wild Ride	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5561 -:- 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)
"Johnny? Did I ever tell you that you're the best best friend that ever lived?" Ponyboy proclaimed clinging to Johnny's side.
"Yes, yes you did Ponyboy," Johnny replied dryly continuing to walk as Ponyboy was on him, "three minutes ago."
"Oh," was all Ponyboy said before he went silent.
Johnny sighed internally, still trekking down the street while waiting for the very obvious response.
"Did I ever tell you that you're-"
"Yes Ponyboy you did," Johnny told him with great emphasis.
Ponyboy pouted but didn't let go of his friend. He'd been holding on to him for the past couple of blocks.
"Oh, well did I tell you why?" Ponyboy said brightening up suddenly.
"I didn't ask," Johnny reminded him although knowing that this was futile.
Johnny wasn't blind, he knew that Ponyboy's sudden cheerfulness had something to do with Curly. The only problem was that he really didn't want to know any of the graphic details, which Ponyboy is sure to provide.
Just because Johnny approves of their relationship doesn't mean that he wants to hear about it constantly, especially since he's not that fond of Curly.
"Not my question," Ponyboy said in a sing-song voice.
Ponyboy's been practically bouncing up and down since yesterday morning with Curly. They spent the entire day together doing nothing really but just enjoying each other's company. Needless to say that this left Ponyboy gleeful, he finally has the relationship with Curly that he's been dreaming of, he couldn't be more happier.
"Let me guess, you finally got Curly where you want him and now you're as happy as a five year old in a candy store," Johnny said smiling when he looked over and saw Ponyboy pouting, he could never get enough of that.
"No I am not acting like a five year old," Ponyboy protested clenching Johnny's arm tighter, as if that was possible, "I'm more like ten years old."
"A kids a kid," Johnny teased making Ponyboy hit him playfully in the arm.
"So," Johnny said after a brief moment, "did you finally put that whole curly haired boy thing to rest?"
He should say yes, but Ponyboy knew that the answer was no. While that boy was no longer influencing his decisions and judgments, he couldn't help but be curious. He wants to know who that boy was just give himself an answer, and for the detective in him.
"No, not really," Ponyboy said deciding to answer honestly, after all he could always be honest with Johnny, "but just for curiosity sake am I still interested in him. I'm completely over him though."
"Of course for curiosity sake," Johnny replied with a chuckle, "when are you not curious about things?"
"It's not my fault, blame all those mystery novels I read," Ponyboy protested.
"Sure blame the books and not the reader."
…
Ponyboy practically jumped on Curly causing both of them to fall on the bed with the young greaser sitting on top of him.
"Feisty little thing aren't you," Curly growled each up and kissing him intensely.
Curly just couldn't believe that a couple months ago he wanted to give up this luscious creature lying on top him away. He must have been out of his mind to not want the feel of them moving together in perfect symmetry like they are now, bringing him to heights he never felt before.
"Curly," Ponyboy whispered as they separated for air. The young greaser stared down at the hood below him with a prominent blush on his cheeks. He loved the way Curly looked at him with so much passion and fire in his eyes, it makes him feel precious (or one of a kind).
Without warning, Curly flipped them over, getting on top of Ponyboy. With a smirk he leaned down and began to assault Ponyboy with his lips once again. Moaning in sheer bliss, Ponyboy wrapped his arms around Curly's neck wanting more of what Curly was offering to him.
The young greaser licked around his lips, begging Curly make their kiss more passionate. Curly was more than glad to give Ponyboy what he wanted, roughly sliding his tongue in Ponyboy's parted lips.
Ponyboy moaned running his hands up and down Curly's smooth back. For a brief moment, they separated from each other for air.
"God babe, you don't know what you do to me," Curly breathed before returning to Ponyboy only this time moving to his neck. He bit Ponyboy's neck making him cry Curly's name in shock.
"Curly," Ponyboy panted as he felt Curly sucking on his skin and creating hickies all down his throat.
As much pleasure as Ponyboy was getting from this, he couldn't help but wonder what will happen if his brother's see this or Bruce even he goes to visit him. Speaking of the curly haired teen…
"Bruce."
"What?"
Curly stood up violently from his place next to Ponyboy on the bed. The curly haired hood had just been kissing him across and on the neck then all of a sudden Ponyboy called out Bruce's name? That is so wrong for so many reasons.
"I'm going to talk to Bruce later today." Ponyboy called his lover? Boyfriend? Maybe he should just call him "his Curly."
Curly groaned sitting back down next to Ponyboy eyeing him warily.
"Ponyboy, don't say another guy's name while I'm kissing up on you," Curly berated the young greaser, "especially his name."
"Aw, did I kill the mood for you," Ponyboy teased rubbing his arms on Curly's shoulder comfortingly.
"You didn't kill the mood, you murdered it in cold blood," Curly told him speaking for his devastated libido for having to hear Bruce's name.
"Sorry," Ponyboy apologized mockingly kissing him on the cheek.
Curly had a small smile on his face when he looked over at Ponyboy, however that moment didn't last long as he realized what Ponyboy said.
"You're going where?" Curly asked him hoping that he heard something wrong.
"I'm going to Bruce's house to talk to him," Ponyboy repeated, "you know, just to make sure that he knows that our relationship won't go past being friends."
Curly didn't like the sound of that at all. He already didn't trust Bruce around Ponyboy when he was there, there's no way he wants Ponyboy alone with him.
"I'm coming with you," Curly tone left no room for argument.
"But Curly-"
"No Ponyboy," Curly growled grabbing the young greaser arm and pulling them together, "that guy to shady to be trusted."
"I have to do this by myself," Ponyboy argued, "do you know how embarrassing it would be for him if I came to house to not only tell him that I'm dating you but to also have you there? He'd hate me."
"I don't have a problem with that," Curly replied with a blank stare.
"Well, I do," Ponyboy proclaimed angrily not understanding why Curly couldn't see this from his perspective.
Without saying another word, Curly stood up from the bed and walked out of the room and down the stairs.
Ponyboy rolled his eyes knowing that Curly was upset with him. Getting up and going downstairs himself, he heard someone ruffling things in the kitchen. They were the only ones home so he knew it was Curly.
"Look Curly, all I'm asking you to do is trust me," Ponyboy sighed as he walked into the kitchen and saw Curly looking in the cabinets for something, ignoring him.
Huffing, Ponyboy went over and grabbed Curly's hand before they could reach for anything else. He held both of Curly's hands to his chest staring up at him with big puppy dog eyes.
Try as he might, Curly tried him emotionless mask in tact but it cracked after a minute or two of staring at Ponyboy.
Curly grunted. "You know its not-"
"You I don't trust but him," Ponyboy finished for the curly haired hood sounding exasperated, "I've heard that a million times from my brothers."
Ponyboy reached up and kissed Curly gently on the side of his mouth giving him an encouraging smile.
"I'll be fine by myself," Ponyboy reassured him, "even if he does try something I'll definitely fight back. I'm not as weak as I might seem."
That actually did make Curly feel a little better. He knew that while Ponyboy wasn't exactly the greatest fighter around, he could still hold his own in a fight and could probably fight Bruce off if he got to grabby. However, he wasn't sure of what Bruce was capable of, which Curly didn't like at all.
"Can't you just call him and tell him everything?" Curly questioned hopefully.
Ponyboy gave Curly a playful warning look before kissing him on the cheek again.
"See you later Curly," Ponyboy told him as he walked out of the kitchen and went to get his stuff out of Curly's room so he could leave.
No matter how many times Ponyboy reassured him that everything would be alright, Curly couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
Going into the living, Curly reached for the phone. He kept his eyes on the stairs in case Ponyboy came down.
"Hey Adam," Curly said once he dialed the number and his friend picked up the phone, "where does my look alike live?"
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Ponyboy just couldn't shake it, the giddy feeling he got every time he took a walk down to the Montgomery farm. He really wished he could live in a place that's relaxing and in the middle of nature like Bruce's house.
The young greaser's mood fell as he realized that this might be the last time he might get to come here. He didn't know how Bruce dealt with being rejected which is what Ponyboy's going to do to him.
He hoped that they could still be friends because despite what Curly thinks of him, Ponyboy sees him as a really good friend. Sure Bruce's has been, for lack of a better word, forceful in his pursuit of him but that doesn't mean that he's a bad person but just really determined. Bruce could be a good friend when he wanted to be.
The closer Ponyboy got to the farm the more he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to do this but he knew he had to.
Ponyboy almost groaned out loud as he spotted Bruce as soon as he came up to the stables. He had a check board in his hands and he seemed to be walking around and making sure everything is in order.
"I hope this doesn't end badly," Ponyboy whispered to himself. Carefully he walked over to his friend not wanting to shock him too badly.
"Hey Bruce," Ponyboy called out to him meekly.
At the sound of his voice, Bruce's head snapped up and he turned to the young greaser. Instantly his face lit up, something Ponyboy did not like, and he dropped his check board and ran over to Ponyboy.
"Ponyboy!" Bruce called out enthusiastically.
"Stop," Ponyboy told him holding a hand out as he saw Bruce getting ready to hug him like he always does, "I'm not in the hugging mood right now."
Ponyboy winced as he saw Bruce smile fall from his face. He didn't even tell Bruce yet and already he's feeling guilty.
"Okay," Bruce said slowly with a hint of suspicion in his voice. Despite being turned down for a hug he still walked closer to the young greaser until they were toe to toe.
Ponyboy eyed the curly haired country boy shuffling his feet nervously. The young greaser didn't know how to do this, he's never turned anyone down before. Should he just blurt it out or just ease him into it?
"Are you busy? I can come back later if you want," Ponyboy told him with an anxious chuckle.
Ponyboy somehow didn't think that running away was the best way to tell him.
Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. "No, I'm not doing anything to important. You got something you want to talk to me about?"
"Sort of," Ponyboy trailed off enticing Bruce to find out what he was here for.
Giving the young greaser an affectionate look, Bruce grabbed him by the arm and walked them both into the horse stable. He wanted to make sure that his father didn't show up all of a sudden to bother him.
Ponyboy sat on a stack of hay across from Bruce who was eyeing him knowingly.
The curly haired country boy was pleased, he knew exactly why Ponyboy was here and what he had to say. Ponyboy had finally come to his sense and decided to be with him. It took him long enough but Bruce wasn't going to complain at least he came to the right decision.
Bruce scoffed to himself remembering the times when he thought that Ponyboy could actually like his look alike more than him. The pathetic dirty hood never stood a chance, Ponyboy is his possession and his alone. He never wanted to see that idiot for as long as he lived and he was going to make sure Ponyboy felt the same. The young greaser might be against this at first but Bruce knew some persuasive methods to make him see reason.
"First I want to say that I'm sorry," Ponyboy said giving his friend a sorrowful look, "I never meant to keep you waiting this long for my answer."
Bruce couldn't stop himself from putting on a genuine smile as Ponyboy started to talk.
"No problem Ponyb-"
"Let me finish," Ponyboy urged him, "before you give me any thank you's or any apologies just let me say what I have to say."
Obediently, Bruce did what he was told and let Ponyboy have the floor. He should have known better than to try and speed Ponyboy into a confession but he's feeling so restless right now.
Once Ponyboy thought that Bruce wasn't going to speak again he continued on with what he was saying.
"Now Bruce," Ponyboy sighed knowing that this was the moment, "you have been a really good friend to me. You've really been a great confidante, someone I could talk to without telling whatever I say to my brothers. Johnny's amazing but he's just as protective of me as Darry and Sodapop are."
Bruce nodded in agreement. He'd seen how protective the scarred up teen had been of Ponyboy when he first met him. He didn't like that, friends shouldn't be that protective of one another unless they want something. For a brief second Bruce wondered if he could separate Johnny from Ponyboy before quickly squashing that thought. One nuisance at a time, Bruce told himself silently.
"I think you're a wonderful guy," Ponyboy told him getting nervous again, "you have a great personality. You're kind, smart, protective and really helpful. I don't know what I would have done without you the last couple months."
Despite Bruce being impatient right now, he couldn't help but relish in the praise Ponyboy was giving him right now. He crudely hoped that the young greaser tended to be just as complementary, and much louder, in a certain other places as well.
However, Bruce's good mood didn't last him long as he caught Ponyboy's very obvious pitied look.
Taking a deep breath Ponyboy uttered the words "And I'm sure that you'll make someone very happy."
"…What?"
Ponyboy was saddened by the perplexed look on Bruce's face but still continued on. He deserved the right to know his feelings, whether he wanted to hear them or not.
"I'm in love with Curly," Ponyboy told him sounding the most confident he's been this whole conversation, "I've always been in love with Curly. I'm sorry if I gave you hope that we could be something more but we can't."
"But I…"
"I didn't mean to lead you on," Ponyboy blurted out all with all his frustrations coming out in one moment, "I always liked spending time with you, and like I said you're a great friend, but nothing more."
"Shut up!" Bruce shouted his eyes practically glowing with anger.
Ponyboy was shocked at the outburst. He didn't expect Bruce to start yelling, but to be fair he's never seen him heartbroken before so this will all be new to him.
Just as angry, Bruce seemed to go into something of a trance. He was staring directly at Ponyboy in a sort a dazed manner so he was looking at him but not looking at him. It was confusing and slightly disturbing Ponyboy.
"Maybe I should leave?" Ponyboy suggested with a nervous chuckle. He could only guess that Bruce just needed some time for this all to sink in.
"Don't get up," Bruce said briefly in a dry tone.
"But Bruce I-"
"Don't get up," Bruce repeated louder pushing Ponyboy back down as he tried to get up on his feet. Glaring at the young greaser to make him stay down, he continued on pacing.
Bruce ran his hands roughly through his already messy hair. His disbelief of this situation was staggering, panic was running through him at a couple miles an hour.
"Are you joking with me?" Ponyboy jumped as Bruce finally asked him a question. He stared down at the young greaser with ominous eyes that made him very uncomfortable.
"You have got to be joking?" Bruce laughed humorlessly, "How else could you say that? How could you choose that...freak over me!"
"Hey, don't talk about Curly like that," Ponyboy in defense of his Curly, "he's a great guy and I know if that if you just spend some time with him you'll grow to like him."
Bruce, in a fit of rage, picked up a horse shoe from the ground and hurled it at Ponyboy's head. While the young greaser had easily avoided it the attempted assault left him flabbergasted.
"Bruce?" Ponyboy said in horrified shock. "Look, you just need to calm yourself down. Don't do anything you might regret."
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" Bruce picked up another horse shoe and grabbed Ponyboy by the front of his shirt. He held the horse shoe above Ponyboy's head threateningly making Ponyboy more terrified of Bruce's next move.
Before Bruce could say or do anything else however, he was put in a choke hold and pulled off of Ponyboy.
"Curly," Ponyboy cried silently glad to have him here. He wanted to be angry that the curly haired hood had come after he begged him not to but he didn't think the situation warranted that.
"Don't you ever put your hands on him again," Curly hissed into Bruce ear as he tried to struggle in the hold he had him in. "Drop it."
Bruce ignored him still struggling in blind fury. He wasn't thinking straight to notice the pain he was suffering at the moment.
"Drop it," Curly repeated with emphasis as he increased the pressure on the choke hold.
Luckily, as Bruce felt all his breath leaving him he did drop the horse shoe and Curly did the same to him allowing him to fall to the floor.
Without even looking down at Bruce, Curly went over to Ponyboy's side and silently checked him over. Ponyboy shook his head signifying that he didn't have any injuries.
"Get out," They heard Bruce say quietly.
Ponyboy and Curly looked down to see Bruce looking up at them with steely eyes. His voice had no emotion to it as he repeated what he said to them.
"Get out."
Respectfully, at least in Ponyboy's case at least, they left the stable and walked away from the farm.
Curly wrapped an arm around Ponyboy's waist as they walked off knowing that had to have been tough for him. As expected Ponyboy leaned his head on Curly's shoulder as they walked back home.
Unbeknownst to them Bruce was watching them as they left, watching them with calculating eyes filled with ideas of vengeance.
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