Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Life Choices	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 1891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing. I make no profit on this fanfic

Chapter List
- 21
- 22
- 23
Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
…
(General)
It was a strangely silent night at the Curtis' house. The house that usually full of life and laughter now seemed like a shell of its former self.
Steve and Two-Bit didn't even bother coming over knowing that there was some unresolved business between the two feuding brothers in the house.
Sodapop was huddled up in his room all alone reading a magazine. He's been like this ever since he came home from work. Steve tried to get him to go and chase some girls but his buddy just didn't feel up to it.
Ponyboy said goodbye to Johnny early and fled to his house where he practically barricaded himself within his room. The young greaser was bored out of his mind. He finished his homework quiet easily and now was searching through his book shelves trying to find something to read. Even when he did find something he couldn't keep his mind on the book.
Neither brother seemed to be focusing much on what was in front of them. Their minds kept drifting off into other places. They weren't really thinking much of anything but couldn't keep their minds in real world for anything.
Suddenly, Ponyboy heard some scratching sounds coming from behind his door. It opened to reveal Curly and Tosh standing in front of his door.
"Curly," Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at his friend. He was unprepared for Tosh to run up and jump in his arms barking at him.
"Tosh," Ponyboy cooed as he caught his little puppy. Ponyboy nuzzled him to his chest as petted his puppy gently.
"The dog gets a warm welcome while I get a raised eyebrow," Curly sighed dramatically, "you're so cruel to me babe."
Ponyboy walked up and playfully hit him in the chest.
"How did you get in here," Ponyboy asked him, "and how did you know that I was in my old room?"
"You Curtis' have to learn to lock your door," Curly replied dryly, "you're practically asking to be robbed."
Sodapop probably forgot to lock the door when he came in the house again. Ponyboy heard him come in earlier. Forgetting to lock the front door is a weird habit Soda always had ever since he was a little kid.
"And good old Tosh led me to this room," Curly grinned rubbing Tosh's head. Ponyboy grinned back as he rubbed Tosh's fur affectionately.
Curly inspected Ponyboy's room casually.
"Nice little room you got," Curly nodded as he lay down on the bed, "I bet your brother got all depressed when you moved out."
Ponyboy flinched and looked down sadly.
"What's wrong," Curly asked noticing Ponyboy's mood plummet.
"It's nothing," Ponyboy mumbled.
"The hell it isn't nothing," Curly responded with narrowed eyes.
Curly gestured to the point beside him on the bed.
"Sit," Curly ordered.
"Curly honestly…"
"SIT," Curly grinded with his teeth. His gaze was stern and unwavering.
Ponyboy knew that his friend wasn't going to take no for an answer. With a sigh, Ponyboy laid down next to Curly on his bed, Tosh was between the two of them.
"Talk," Curly told him sternly.
"Soda and I had a fight," Ponyboy told him bluntly.
Ponyboy knew that Curly wouldn't want, nor would he listen, to the long version. It's always best to be blunt with Curly.
Curly eyebrows rose to the roof.
"You and Sodacan had a fight," Curly repeated slowly, "you mean like rumbling."
"No, we didn't physically fight," Ponyboy denied before furrowing his brow, "and his name is Sodapop."
"Whatever," Curly waved him off, "so what are y'all arguing about?"
"Soda's just being overprotective again," Ponyboy sighed, "he made a big deal about me moving back in my old room and we got into it. We haven't really spoken to each other since last night."
"That's it," Curly asked with a chuckle.
Ponyboy blinked at his friend in confusion.
"If you Curtis' didn't live on this side of town I would swear y'all were Socs with your problems," Curly shook his head in amusement.
"What's that supposed to mean," Ponyboy demanded feeling insulted.
Curly snorted at his younger friend.
"That is not a big deal," Curly informed Ponyboy, "you two could be getting into it like Tim and I do."
"Yes it is a big deal," Ponyboy protested, "I'm always being treated like some priceless diamond and I can't stand it. I have no room to grow up and be my own person."
Curly eyed Ponyboy blankly. Without warning, Curly flipped himself over so that he hovered above Ponyboy. The sudden movement caused Tosh to let out a startled yip but he didn't move from his spot on the bed.
Ponyboy looked at the boy above him in shock. Curly's hands were beside the young greasers head.
"People treat you like a priceless diamond because of how important and valuable you are," Curly told him quietly.
Ponyboy blushed at those words.
"You don't realize how important you are to the people around you babe," Curly continued to say, "some of us just can't live without you in their life. Even if it isn't the way they want you in their life."
"What are you trying to say Curly," Ponyboy whispered.
Curly sighed heavily.
"What I'm trying to say is that I-I," Curly started to say something before he stopped mid-sentence. Carefully he stood up bringing Ponyboy up off the bed with him.
"I'm saying that you need to talk to your brother and figure out this whole room thing," Curly advised.
Ponyboy narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He could swear that that was not what Curly was going to say.
Curly rolled his eyes and started moving Ponyboy out the room, much to his protest.
"Come on," Curly urged him, "I got get out of here."
"You're leaving me with our little puppy again," Ponyboy pouted teasingly, "you never have time for us anymore."
Curly stopped dragging the younger greaser to give him a smirk.
"You know the drill babe," Curly eyed Ponyboy playfully, "somebodies got bring home the bacon in this family."
"If only we had a kid," Ponyboy thought aloud, "then me, you, and Tosh would really be a family."
Tosh barked from his place on the bed.
"Tosh agrees," Ponyboy giggled.
Curly shuddered in disgust.
"Don't even mention kids around me," Curly groaned, "I can't stand those little bastards."
"I think you would make a good dad," Ponyboy smiled.
"Yeah, sure," Curly rolled his eyes, "thankfully we'll never find out."
Curly, not wanting to waste time dragging Ponyboy to his brother's room, opted to pick the young greaser up bridal style.
"Curly," Ponyboy squealed in embarrassment.
"Shut it," Curly mumbled as he walked them to Sodapop's room. Tosh was following behind them eagerly.
Once at the door, Curly kicked it with his foot causing a loud booming sound to emit from the door.
Hearing the loud sound, Soda rose up off his bed in surprised. Hesitantly, he got up and opened his door. A confused look came onto his face as he saw Curly Shepard holding his little brother in his arms in front of his door.
"Shepard what are doing here," Soda asked, "and what are you doing to my little brother?"
Curly snorted at Soda's choice of words.
"Chill out Sodacan," Curly smirked at the irritated look Sodapop gave him at saying his name wrong.
"I'm just trying to make a living as ordinary delivery man," Curly replied mockingly.
Sodapop raised an eyebrow at him.
"And believe this belongs to you," Curly sent Ponyboy down in front of him gently.
As both brothers met each other gaze both froze. They looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment before looking away from each other.
Curly sighed in annoyance.
"Can you two brothers stop acting like sisters and just talk to each other," Curly snapped, "this just stupid."
Just then, the three of them heard the door slam signifying someone entering the house.
"That must be Milkman," Curly stated before going into the living room.
"Who," Sodapop furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Darry," Ponyboy answered.
"Oh,"
It took Soda a minute to think about that before he rolled his eyes at the joke.
"Milkman," Curly called out.
"Shepard? What the hell are you doing in my house," Darry demanded.
"You Curtis' are so damn emotional," Curly rolled his eyes, "always wondering what somebody's doing in your house without your permission."
Darry narrowed his eyes at the young hood.
"Fix your brothers," Curly pointed to where said brothers were, "there still fighting and being miserable about it."
At that news, Darry sighed tiredly.
"Soda, Pony, in the living room now," Darry ordered loudly.
"Thanks Shepard, I guess," Darry expressed begrudgingly.
"A man's work is never done," Curly gave Darry a smirked before walking to the door, "see ya Milkman."
Darry grunted at the name as Sodapop, Ponyboy, and Tosh walked into the living room.
"Tosh," Curly called out to the puppy, "keep these dumbasses in line."
Tosh barked in response.
Without another word, Curly left the house slamming the front door behind him.
This left the two younger brothers the eldest brother who was looking at his siblings with narrowed eyes.
"Sit down," Darry gestured to the couch.
"But I…"
"Sit down," Darry stressed giving them both a look that dared them to say no.
Slowly, both of them sat down on the couch.
"Give me a minute I have to put my stuff down first," Darry mumbled before going into his room.
Not five minutes later, Darry came back into the living room. Taking a chair from the kitchen Darry sat in front of his two brothers.
"Alright, who wants to start," Darry asked.
Ponyboy looked down at his feet while Sodapop looked away with folded arms.
"So you two are going to play games," Darry chuckled at them, "that's fine with me."
Both brothers looked at him.
"You two are not moving from this couch until we get this whole mess, whatever it is, sorted out," Darry informed them simply, "we can do this all night boys. It doesn't really matter to me."
Sodapop and Ponyboy could tell that Darry was serious about what he just said. There was a moment of silence before Ponyboy decided to speak up.
"Yesterday morning I moved all of my stuff into my old room," Ponyboy stated, "when I was done I decided to leave the house for a bit."
"Hm," Darry nodded.
"When I came back Soda jumped on me about why I moved all my stuff," Ponyboy told his brother.
"I did not jump on you," Sodapop interrupted.
"Hey," Darry protested pointing at Soda warningly, "you'll get your chance. Go on Ponyboy."
Ponyboy nodded and continued his side of the story.
"He kept saying all this stuff about how I wasn't ready to move out yet and how was too immature to handle it and freaking out about it."
Ponyboy let out a small sigh.
"And then I got mad and just went to my room and closed the door. That was it."
"Alright," Darry nodded, "Soda, what do you have to say?"
"First off, I didn't call you immature," Soda looked at his little brother with narrowed eyes, "I was concerned because I wasn't aware that you could handle sleeping by yourself. You never tell me anything anymore."
"I didn't think it would be that big of a deal." Ponyboy protested, "how was I supposed to know that you'd go crazy."
"I didn't go crazy," Sodapop retorted sharply.
"Enough," Darry ordered, "Pony you had your turn. Let your brother speak."
"Second of all, if anyone was going crazy it was you," Sodapop pointed to his little brother, "you're the one that kept yelling about being overprotective."
"So what I can see," Darry voiced before Ponyboy could say something back, "this all started because of Ponyboy's move can into his old room. Correct."
Both brothers nodded.
"Let's try and figure this out," Darry turned to Sodapop, "why are you making such a big deal about Ponyboy moving back into his old room? You should be proud that your little brother got over his fears."
"I am proud but a little notice would have been nice," Sodapop told him, "you can't just move without telling somebody."
"He told me and I approved of it," Darry said with a suspicious look in his eye, "why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
Ponyboy looked at his brother with narrowed eyes as he lowered his head.
"What aren't you telling us," Darry demanded.
"I don't want to say," Soda mumbled.
"Is it worth forth fighting your brother for," Darry asked sharply.
Sodapop looked briefly at his little brother.
"I have this nightmare," Sodapop admitted quietly.
Both Darry and Ponyboy's eyebrows rose in shock. They were never told anything about him having nightmares.
"It's always the same one where Ponyboy goes with out with mom and dad and dies with them," Sodapop told them.
"Why didn't you tell us," Ponyboy had a horrified look on his face.
"I-I just, well," Sodapop sighed, "I didn't want you to think of me as a bad role model or something. I just didn't want your high opinion of me to change. "
Ponyboy looked at his brother in confusion.
"Why would I think of you as a bad role model," Ponyboy asked, "I think your amazing Soda but I know you're not perfect. Actually I think I would have identified with you more because of the nightmares I use to have."
Sodapop chuckled at the irony of that statement.
"My opinion of you could never change big brother," Ponyboy smiled, "you'll always be amazing to me."
In an instant, Sodapop regained that award winning smile that everyone knows and loves. He pulled his little brother into a hugging crushing him into his chest.
Darry smiled at this little display, but quickly composed himself to deal with the other issue at hand.
"Ponyboy, what was that about you yelling being overprotective," Darry asked.
Ponyboy looked at his brothers worriedly, not knowing how they would respond to his next words.
"Sometimes I just feel like you guys don't see me as a person but rather just something to look after," Ponyboy replied quietly, "I just feel so suffocated sometimes."
Darry and Sodapop looked to each as they realize their mistake.
"Ponyboy we didn't mean to make you feel like aren't our equal," Darry told him, "it's just that you scare us sometimes."
Ponyboy blinked up at that them.
"We just don't know what we would do if something was to happen to you," Sodapop informed his little brother softly, "I don't think I'd ever be the same person if something happened to you while I was alive."
"I know that sometimes we go overboard," Darry added, "but sometimes it's hard, especially for me, not to see you like I did when mom first brought, all innocent and vulnerable."
"We're going to try and give you some space though," Sodapop said reassurance, "just give a little time to adjust."
Ponyboy nodded in agreement.
"That's seems fair," Ponyboy replied.
Darry sighed in relief.
"Thank god that's over," Darry looked at his brothers tiredly, "when the two of you fight it's stressful."
"Tell me about it," Sodapop said dryly tightening his hold on Ponyboy, "I was practically dying not talking to my little baby."
"Soda," Ponyboy looked up at him warningly.
"The cutesy naming isn't going anywhere," Soda snickered, "even when your thirty you're going to be my little baby brother."
Ponyboy sighed but seem mad.
"If that's all we might as well turn in," Darry stated already standing up.
"No, that isn't it," Ponyboy denied.
"What else is there," Darry raised an eyebrow at him.
Might as well get it over with, Ponyboy said to himself. Wriggling out of Soda's arms, Ponyboy went into his room.
Walking back into the living room slowly, Ponyboy showed up with a big bag in his hands.
"What's all that," Sodapop asked curiously.
"Something I found in the figurines Dally gave me," was all Ponyboy said before opening the bag revealing its contents to his brothers.
Their eyes widen in shock as they saw the white powder drug in front of them.
Darry looked to his with dangerous narrowed eyes.
"Start talking," Darry grinded out.
(Twenty minutes later)
"I'm going to kill him," Sodapop said simply standing up to walk out the door.
"He moved back to New York," Ponyboy informed him.
"Then I'll go to New York that filthy son a," in his anger Soda punched a hole in the wall.
"I'm sorry he did this Ponyboy," Darry told him as if it was his fault this happened, "I had no idea…"
"It's okay," Ponyboy nodded, "none of us had any way of knowing Dally would do this."
"If he ever tries to come in contact with you let us know," Darry replied sternly, "we'll deal with him."
"Hell yeah we will," Sodapop grinned sadistically.
"Don't worry I will," Ponyboy nodded in agreement.
"I most certainly will."
…
The next morning, things were back to normal at the Curtis house. Ponyboy had agreed to sleep with Sodapop at night until his nightmares went away. He did however keep his things in his room though.
Ponyboy was walking to school today. Two-Bit's car is in the shop again and Steve was skipping which left Ponyboy all on his own.
He didn't mind though. It was beautiful day outside, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
All of a sudden, he grabbed from behind and pulled behind a tree. He tried to cry out but his mouth was being muffled by whoever was holding him.
"Calm down," the person behind him ordered.
Ponyboy's eyes widened. He knew that voice anywhere.
"Dally," he muffled.
The hood gave him a smirked before releasing him and leaning on the tree in front of him casually.
"What are you doing here," Ponyboy demanded, "and what do you want."
"To be blunt," Dally shrugged, "I'm here to take you back to New York with me."
Ponyboy looked at him slack jawed.
"WHAT?"
…
- 21
- 22
- 23
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Life Choices