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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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(Brief Recap)
Ponyboy opened the door and was stunned at the man that he saw at the door. The blond haired man looked down at him in amusement.
"Guess whose back bitches," Dally smirked.
(End Recap)
With an excited smile, Ponyboy ran over and hugged his ex-boyfriend tightly.
"Dally," Ponyboy cried burying his head into his chest.
Dally being Dally didn't return the hug, but you could vaguely see something of a smile on the side of his face.
Curly, instantly wary of the older hood, stood up to attention and was staring daggers at him.
While everyone else had questionable looks on their face, Justin was only one that looked curious as he had never seen the blond haired hood before and didn't know his connection with the gang.
Dally couldn't fight off a smirk as he felt everyone else's eyes on him, especially that Shepard kid. He lived for moments like these.
"I can't believe that you're here," Ponyboy looking up from his chest to stare into Dally's cold eyes.
"It's been a while hasn't kid?" Dally commented with a nod, "you still a wimp?"
Ponyboy pouted at that shameless jab.
"Dally," Ponyboy whined smacking the hood on the shoulder.
Dally snorted barely feeling the hit.
"Well, I see that you got a little tougher," Dally nodded with a teasing smirk, "I could actually feel that hit."
Ponyboy glared at his ex-boyfriend playfully, knowing that this was his way of just saying hello to him.
Meanwhile, Curly was seething silently. What the hell was Winston doing here? He hated how close Ponyboy still seemed to be with him, and he especially hated his lover's arms around the dirt bag.
Stomping over to the two of them, Curly yanked Ponyboy away from the blond hood pulling him a little ways behind him. The threat of Dally narrowing his eyes was completely ignored by the curly haired boy.
"Shouldn't we do something about this?" Sodapop whispered to his eldest brother who looked to just be recovering from the shock of seeing the blond hood.
Darry and Sodapop didn't hate Dally, much. After Ponyboy explained vaguely that Dally wasn't just using him for his own petty reason for the drugs, but rather was using it for a family reason, they lightened up on their opinion of him. However, they still didn't like the blond hood that much.
"Shut up," Two-Bit hissed staring intently at the scene before him like it was a television show, "this is damn good entertainment.
"What the hell are you doing here Winston?" Curly demanded.
Dally simply raised an eyebrow at him wondering when this kid developed the balls to talk to him like that.
"Do I know you kid?" Dally asked feigning an oblivious look.
Ponyboy smacked his head as Curly started spluttering angrily. This was not going to end well for someone.
"Don't you play with me Winston," Curly was practically shaking from anger ignoring his lovers protest to calm down.
Dally stared down at the young hood blankly before it seemed that a moment of recollection hit his face.
"Oh right, your that Tim Shepard clone and that always wanted things that wasn't his," Dally grunted coldly silently referencing to how protect he was being of Ponyboy, still acting like his bodyguard.
Just as looked as if Curly was about to throw a punch he was pushed back by Ponyboy as he pulled Dally further into the house.
"Since you came all this way, why don't you eat with us?" Ponyboy suggested offering him the last seat at the table.
As his brothers giving him warning glances, Ponyboy tried to mend the situation as best as he could.
"He's come all this way from New York to visit us," Ponyboy said in a combination of a pleading and whining voice, "What kind of people would we be to send him off during Thanksgiving?"
"Smart people," Curly snarled walking back to their table, "Why the hell is he here?"
"I have to second Beelzebub Jr.'s question," Sodapop said with narrow suspicious eyes, "Why are you here Winston?"
Dally shrugged carelessly not feeling like giving an answer. With a heavy sigh, and a pointed look from his youngest brother, Darry finally said something.
"Fine he can stay for dinner," Darry agreed much to Ponyboy glee and Curly's anguish, "but he's leaving afterwards."
"Yeah," Dally replied sarcastically siting down at the table, "I don't want to be around you losers for as long as I possibly have to be."
Begrudgingly, Curly sat down in his seat directing a heated look in Dally's direction. He wasn't going to let the hood out of his sight.
"Wait, so who is this guy again?" Justin blurted out when his curiosity finally got the better of him.
Ponyboy's eyes widened in fear, it was at this moment that he realized that he never told Curly why Dally and him broke up and what happened in their relationship. The young greaser eyed his lover, he would have to make sure he never found what happened or he'll have to risk Curly's assured wrath.
Two-Bit, for some reason, felt that he was the one that was inclined to answer Justin's question. Ponyboy just hoped he didn't say secrets.
"Oh he's just an ex-boyfriend of Ponyboy's from New York that used to hold up stores without actually stealing anything."
Justin furrowed his brow in shock. He looked over at a sheepish Ponyboy and a cold Dally in disbelief.
"What?" Justin said when he gained his voice back.
"Yep," Two-Bit nodded with a snicker, "sounds weird when you say it all out loud but that's Dally for you."
Justin raised an eyebrow that the boy he idolized.
"You have weird taste in guys," Justin told him gesturing to Curly for emphasis.
"Tell us about it," Darry and Sodapop said in unison.
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Despite the shocking new guest that arrived, Thanksgiving went off without a hitch. Everyone had a great time eating and laughing with each other until they finished every piece of food that was cooked.
When the day was almost done, the sun was setting, Steve and Two-Bit took off claiming to have other things to do. Justin had taken off to his own home as well, although his goodbye was a little more quick that the others.
"So where you staying Dally?" Ponyboy asked as he was helping his brother clean up the table and the kitchen. He was letting a still somewhat hungry Tosh lick the plates a little before giving them to Sodapop to wash.
The young greaser didn't have to look up to see the dangerous looks that his brothers were giving him. He rolled his eyes at how overdramatic they were being, but these were his brothers so he wasn't that surprised. He wasn't implying that he wanted the blond hood to stay here he was just asking a question.
Dally shrugged lying down lazily on the chair in the living room ignoring the curly haired teen on the couch staring at him intently.
"I might take back my old room at Bob's," Dally said casually, "I'm pretty sure that no else is living in that hellhole."
"Why don't you just get a hotel room?" Ponyboy suggested chuckling as Tosh's tongue tickled his fingers as he licked around them. The young greaser knew that Dally wasn't practically fond of Bob's room's.
Dally smirked suggestively at the young greasers offer which caused Ponyboy's to blush. That was the smirk that could make him melt at a moment's notice. It was a good thing his feelings for the hood were in the past.
A snarl from Curly between them in the room snapped the both of them out of this small moment and Dally continued talking.
"Hotels cost money kid," Dally snorted at the pout he got from the young greaser, "Bob owes me a couple bucks so he's letting me stay free for a day or two."
"Great," Ponyboy said enthusiastically as he moved over to whip some very obvious food off of Tosh's fur.
"Great," Curly mumbled sarcastically. He was hoping for everything that he was that the blond hood was going to be leaving sooner than later.
At that moment for some reason Dally claimed that he couldn't stand seeing anyone's face anymore and left.
Ponyboy rolled his eyes affectionately at his antics. That was Dally for you.
Curly, seeing that the other Curtis brothers were busy, Sodapop was doing the dishes in the kitchen and Darry had gone off to his room to turn in early for work, he decided that now was the best time to talk to Ponyboy.
He looked and froze in his actions as he saw Ponyboy bent over cleaning off Tosh. He could stare at that round ass for days.
"Get a hold of yourself Shepard," Curly said to himself lowly. Now was not the time to getting turned on, they can deal with that later.
Grabbing Ponyboy by the waist he pulled him, and ultimately Tosh who was being held by Ponyboy, on the couch beside him.
"What's wrong Curly?" Ponyboy asked smiling at the curly haired teen.
"Why is he here?" Curly asked not beating around the bush, not that he was one to do that in the first place.
"Who?" Ponyboy blinked innocently before looking from Tosh's cute face to Curly, "Tosh? He lives here."
"Not that dog," Curly snapped trying to keep Ponyboy focused on their conversation noting from experience that the later it is in the day the more spacey he became ( if that was even possible), "the other dog, Winston."
"Oh Dally, him showing up was a surprise for me just as much as it was for you," Ponyboy stated truthfully cleverly avoiding that actual question.
"Oh Winston," Ponyboy gasped suddenly as Tosh settled himself comfortably into his lap, "that would be great name for a dog. Winston, Winston…"
Unbeknownst to them, Sodapop had finished the dishes and was walking to his room gagging at the two of them as he past them.
"Focus," Curly started snapping his fingers in his lovers face, "Ponyboy would you lie to me?"
"Oh yeah," Ponyboy nodded happily. At Curly's shocked face he back up his words. "What? People lie to each other all the time, sometimes it's even unconscious, and in certain situations lying is better than telling the truth."
Whether this was a situation that telling the truth wasn't a good thing Ponyboy but didn't know at the moment.
"You were supposed to say no," Curly groaned.
"I'm being honest," Ponyboy batted his eyelashes cutely, "but I wouldn't lie to you about certain situations relating to you."
"A situation like…," Curly trailed off looking away quietly not being able to finish his sentence.
"Still having feelings for an ex," Ponyboy finished softly. He sighed as he saw Curly flinch.
Turning the hoods head to face him, Ponyboy kissed him gently on the lips. Like Curly a couple days ago, Ponyboy let his lips do the talking, letting each meeting of theirs tongues portray his feelings.
"I love you," Ponyboy stated as they separated staring into Curly's eyes, "and no other hood can me away from you."
"You sure about that," Curly whispered holding Ponyboy by his waist their lips still mere inches away from each other's.
"It's a fact," Ponyboy answered before locking their lips together again.
…
"This is so stupid," Dally hissed loudly causing the people around to direct pointed looks at him.
"Dally shh," Ponyboy whispered finding them both a table to sit down at away from everyone else.
"What is this place?" Dally asked looking around and seeing nothing but books and books shelves around him.
"It's called a library Dally," Ponyboy replied with a roll of eyes, "don't tell me you haven't been to one before."
"I don't read books," Dally told him frustratingly. He felt as if he was at some kind of nerd convention or something.
As 'shh' sounds could be heard Dally's head snapped around angrily.
"Who hell said that?" Dally growled standing up from his seat, "Ain't no nerd going to tell me to be quiet."
Panicked, Ponyboy stood up and urged the blond hood back in his seat.
"Dally please don't get us kicked out," Ponyboy begged, "this is pretty much the only place we can meet without someone I know popping up."
Although a little reluctant, Dally sat himself down at his chair folding his arms. Ponyboy sighed gratefully sitting cross from him at the table.
"Were you able to contact Wild Dog?" Ponyboy asked his ex his, hands twitching nervously.
Dally shook his head silently. "He must have moved out of his friends place because I couldn't get a hold on the old bastard."
Ponyboy unconsciously let out a whimper. He had a less than a week to come up with a solution to his Wild Dog problem and he still had nothing to go with.
"He's coming after you isn't' he," Dally guessed taking in Ponyboy frightened face.
Even with that completely blank expression on Dally's face, Ponyboy could still tell what was going on in his head, who he was blaming for all this.
"This isn't your fault," Ponyboy proclaimed gently putting his hand on top of Dally's in a friendly gesture, "this was more my mistake than yours."
Dally raised an eyebrow at him.
"If I could have just found a way to prove to him that I didn't have any drugs in my house none of this would be happening," Ponyboy said guiltily. He felt like such an idiot for letting this drag out as long as it was.
He was startled as Dally grabbed the back of his head and slowly moved him forward. Blushing, the young greaser tried futilely to stop him.
"Dally stop…I'm-"
There was an echo in the building as Dally's hand smacked Ponyboy's head.
"Ow," Ponyboy whined rubbing the place where he was hit.
"Now I know why I dumped you, your dumb as hell," Dally snorted leaning back in his chair.
"But I was the one who-"
"There is a reason that guy is called Wild Dog," Dally told him, "he's fucking nuts. He would have come after you sooner or later whether you said something to him or not so knock it off with the pity party kid."
Ponyboy smiled at Dally despite how annoyed he was with him at the moment.
"Did you tell your brothers about all this?" Dally asked. Ponyboy could tell by the look on his face that the hood already knew the answer.
"Let me guess, you didn't because you don't want to get them involved in all this bullshit," Dally answered for him dryly.
The blond hood snorted at the sheepish look he got from the green eyed greaser.
"You Curtis brothers are more noble than you are smart," Dally told him shaking his head at him.
"We get it from our father," Ponyboy voiced proudly.
"Whatever, just leave good old Wild Dog to me," Dally ordered sternly, "I'll set his ass straight real quick."
Ponyboy nodded obediently.
"Just do me a favor and don't do anything stupid like go out by yourself," Dally told him with the tiniest bit of worry coming into his voice.
"Don't worry airhead Ponyboy will be on a break this next couple of days," Ponyboy promised, "Smart Ponyboy will be on duty 24/7."
"I thought they were the same," Dally smirked.
Ponyboy pouted and fold his arms angrily.
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"No matter how many times we do this I still don't get the point of it," Curly mumbled helplessly staring up at the sky.
Ponyboy chuckled in amusement. As soon as his little meeting with Dally ended he had met with Curly in the park and they were now cloud watching (much to Curly's chagrin).
"I told you to just think of shape the clouds are in," Ponyboy urged him, "it's fun."
"How?" Curly demanded turning to his lover from his place in the grass.
Ponyboy shrugged. "It lets you use your imagination."
Curly groaned but turned to the sky and did what was asked of him anyway.
"I guess I see animals," Curly said sounding bored, "lots and lots of animals."
As the thought crossed his mind, Curly was brought back to a question he had been meaning to ask for a while.
"What happened to your figurine collection?" Curly questioned.
Ponyboy's gasped silently but tried to keep his cool.
"What do you mean?" Ponyboy asked nonchalantly.
"You know the one you started with you old man," Curly reminded him, "it ain't in your room and I know you don't have room for it anywhere else."
"I just got tired of doing it is all," Ponyboy told him his heart beating ten times its normal rate.
"You mean you got tired of Winston giving you all of them," Curly said as he was aware that Dally had been supplying Ponyboy with them when they were together, "Where the hell did he get those things anyway?"
Ponyboy choose to remain quiet turning his head away from his boyfriend. He could just tell that Curly was going to piece everything together.
"I mean I can only think of one reason why a hood would have a bunch of dolls on hand," Curly chuckled looking over at Ponyboy.
His amused expression dropped as he saw the young greaser biting his lip nervously trying to look away from him.
"And what I'm thinking better not be the reason why he gave you those damn things," Curly swore his voicing laced with anger.
Ponyboy buried his head into the grass beside him wanting all of his problems to go away.
"Did he use you for a drug scheme Ponyboy?"
Sometimes it's better not knowing the truth.
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