Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (Brief Recap) Craning his head back up, Curly was surprised to see Ponyboy staring at him, his eyes glistening with happiness. "Babe," Curly said in shock. "I love you to Curly." (End Recap) (General POV) As if burned, Curly stood up from his chair detaching his hand from Ponyboy's. "Curly," Ponyboy said quietly. "Did you just wake up?" The curly haired hood asked panic seeping out of his voice. To be honest the curly haired hood didn't really know how to act right now, he was torn between feelings of relief and embarrassment. "I was half asleep when you came in," Ponyboy confessed blushing slightly, "I didn't know if what you were saying was a dream or not." "So you heard all of that," Curly groaned. Curly never wanted more in his life to kick himself in the face. He hated being thought of as sweet and nice, that's why he's such an asshole all the time. "Aw fuck," Curly mumbled leaning on the wall beside Ponyboy's bed. "I thought it was sweet Curly," Ponyboy told him gently. "I'm not supposed to be sweet, I'm a hood," Curly snapped. The shock of seeing Ponyboy up right now was messing with Curly's emotions in a way that was causing him to lash out. The curly haired teen didn't have any control of himself or his mouth at the moment. "Then don't be a hood right now," Ponyboy snapped right back, "just be Curly Shepard, my Curly Shepard." Curly, seeing how upset he was making Ponyboy, and feeling how upset he was making himself calmed himself with Ponyboy's words gaining more control over himself. "Sorry," Curly mumbled looking anywhere but Ponyboy's eyes. Despite how tired he felt and all the things going in his mind, Ponyboy focused entirely on Curly. He could see the inner struggle he was going through with his emotions, there was just too many of them surging through him at one moment. "Sit down," Ponyboy gestured to the seat beside him pleadingly, his eyes speaking in more volumes than his words. Silently Curly did what he was told sitting back in the seat he was previously in. He eyed Ponyboy's hand that was still in the same position he left it in. Cautiously he moved his hand onto Ponyboy's, their fingers intertwining slightly. "I'm sorry," Ponyboy said in a small voice. Curly turned his head to him in shock. "I didn't mean to scare you or hurt you," Ponyboy proclaimed sadly, "I probably couldn't imagine how much I hurt everyone." "How much you hurt everyone?" Curly repeated. Was Ponyboy serious? He was blaming himself for this? The curly haired teen couldn't help himself as he burst out laughing. Ponyboy shot him a concerned looked wondering what was so funny. "Uh Curly…" "Thank babe, I needed that," Curly said with a grin snapping out of his laughter. "You needed my apology?" Ponyboy asked helplessly not having a clue what was going on right now. "No your drama queeness," Curly smirked as he saw Ponyboy pout as his words, it felt like old times. "Only you would think to apologize after you just got…jumped," Curly had to struggle to say that last word, "by an asshole." "Because it was my fault," Ponyboy cried out pitifully, "all of this was, if it hadn't been for me we wouldn't have had that fight and I wouldn't have been pulled into the alley, and Justin and Tosh wouldn't have gotten hurt." Ponyboy gasped in horror, suddenly starting to shoot out questions to Curly before he could get a word in. "Are Justin and Tosh okay?" Ponyboy was starting to get a little frantic now, "How badly did Wild Dog hurt them? How much-" The young greaser was silenced as Curly clasped his mouth shut by holding his lips together. Ponyboy blinked over in Curly's direction and saw he was being eyed in amusement. "You talk too much when you're stressed out babe," Curly told him simply, "and I don't think that's good for being in a hospital." Slowly Curly let go of Ponyboy's lips. Seeing that the young greaser was going to keep his mouth shut Curly answered all his questions. "Justin and Tosh are fine," Curly told him, "a little roughed up but fine. They'll be up and annoying us in no time." Ponyboy breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't be happier at the moment. He would hate himself if anything happened to them. "And it takes two to brawl Ponyboy," Curly proclaimed with a shrug, "yeah you have a habit of clamming up all the time but it's not like I'm Mr. You-Can-To-Talk-Me-About-Anything, I'm more of an action guy." "Shit happens," Curly declared giving the young greaser a pointed look, "and that Wild Dog thing was not your fault. You are not to blame for all the psycho fuckers out there, especially that one." Unconsciously, Curly twisted his hand and gripped the whole of Ponyboy's hand with his own. At the risk of sounding to mushy he loved this feeling, the feel of the young greaser's smaller hand in his own bigger one. "You were the victim," Curly told him slowly, "say it." Ponyboy looked a little lost at the moment until Curly poked his side causing Ponyboy to snicker. The curly haired hood was thankful that part of him was okay. "Say it," Curly prodded poking him on his side again. "Stop doing that Curly," Ponyboy whined through his laughter trying to fight Curly's hands off of him. "Say it," Curly ordered being more playfully stern. "I'm a victim," Ponyboy said lowly. "Louder," Curly commanded with a grin. "I am a victim," Ponyboy practically shouted hurting his neck a little but he wasn't about to tell Curly that. "Good boy," Curly patted Ponyboy's head like he was a dog. Ponyboy pouted once again though this time it was with a smile. He should have known that Curly wasn't going to let him blame himself for this, he was far overprotective to let him feel guilty about anything. "I love you Curly," Ponyboy said fondly. In an instant Curly's smile dropped from his face and his eyes fell to the floor once again. This left Ponyboy feeling sadden. "You don't have to say it back," Ponyboy quickly chimed, "I'm just happy that you said it before." Curly turned to eye Ponyboy blankly. "It's the same as before Curly, nothing's changed," Ponyboy informed him gently, "I'm not expecting you to say it all the time, actually I don't expect you to say it again. I don't need you to tell me how you feel all the time, I already know." "I'm not going to say it all the time," Curly admitted shamelessly as he wasn't that type of guy, "but I will say it when it counts." Leaning himself over Curly kissed at Ponyboy's lips. "I love you," the hood whispered. Ponyboy didn't think it was possible for the smile on his face to get any larger than it already was. If he hadn't of heard Curly say it while he was half asleep he probably would have started to cry in utter joy. "But if you start bragging about this to people I'll kill you," Curly swore to him with a playful grin. "Yes sir Mr. Shepard," Ponyboy saluted to him dutifully before he winced and grabbed onto his own throat. "What's wrong?" Curly asked in alarm. "My throat is feeling kind of weird," Ponyboy stated finding it hard to get out words, "it feels like I'm choking on nothing." Before Curly could commit on those disturbing words the Dr. Bhand just then walked into the room. "Ah, Mr. Curtis you're awake," Dr. Bhand commented with a pleased nod, "it's good to see you're up earlier than we expected." "He feels like he's choking right now," Curly blurted out giving up at this point in maintaining his tough look. The boys were relieved to see Dr. Bhand not seeming too surprised at this revelation meaning that this wasn't something to major. "Nothing to worry about boys," Dr. Bhand reassured them, "it's just a side effect from the assault on Mr. Curtis' throat. All he needs to do is lay off talking for a couple hours and he should be fine." Dr. Bhand took Ponyboy's board from the bottom of his bed and inspected it. "Until then I have to run a couple of standard tests just to see if everything is running a little more smoothly for Mr. Curtis," Dr. Bhand announced politely giving Curly a look. "I know when to take a hint," Curly held up his hands and stood up from his chair. Ponyboy made a small sound of protest as he saw Curly getting ready to leave, he didn't want him to leave yet. Luckily, Curly heard the whimper and turned back to his lover to console him. He laid a hand on his forehead staring down at him. "I'm not going to be gone long babe," Curly told him, "but we have to get through all this really boring hospital stuff in order to get together. The sooner you let the doc check you out the sooner you can leave." Reluctantly, Ponyboy gave his boyfriend a nod of agreement which the curly haired hood dutifully returned. Letting go of the young greaser, Curly started for the door. "Alright doc you be good to him, if you're not I'll kick your ass," Curly said casually ignoring the sound of Ponyboy smacking his own head, "that clear Dr. Bondo." "Dr. Bhand," The brown haired doctor reminded him. "Whatever," was all Curly said before he slammed the door behind him. With a raised eyebrow, Dr. Bhand turned to Ponyboy who had the grace to look embarrassed for his lover. "You two are dating?" Dr. Bhand asked him curiously. Ponyboy nodded sheepishly. With a sigh Dr. Bhand started his work. "You kids today," Dr. Bhand mumbled to himself in amusement. …... To say that Ponyboy was tired would be an understatement. The young greaser felt so tired, not just physically but mentally as well. He felt like he just ran an eight mile race right after running a three mile race. His strength was all but gone except in his mouth movements and even that's shot now. I don't think it needs to be said how he is faring mentally. Just ask yourself how you would feel if you got assaulted by a madman and managed to survive. Multiply that feeling times one hundred and you get Ponyboy's feelings on the situation. However, just to be truthful Ponyboy was kind of numb at the moment. Maybe it's just the fatigue or the denial but as he sat on his hospital bed he couldn't think about anything but easing his own mind, as crazy as that might sound. Ponyboy was brought out of his very confusing thoughts as Dr. Bhand poked his head in his room. "Mr. Curtis you have a guest," Dr. Bhand told him with a smile. The young greaser assumed it was his brothers and prepared himself for their overprotective natures, but was surprised to see his favorite thirteen year old. "Justin," Ponyboy said lowly. Since he had gotten a good number of hours of sleep Dr. Bhand had told him that he was good to talk again but he couldn't to any yelling or screaming, not that he was going to anyway. Despite his noticeably arm cast, Justin ran over to the young greaser and hugged him fiercely. Dr. Bhand respectively let the boys have their privacy. "I'm so glad you're okay," Ponyboy sighed wrapping an arm around Justin as well. "Ponyboy," Justin sniffled looking up at the older teen before he burst into tears gripping onto the young greaser for dear life. "I-I w-was a-and y-you," Justin spluttered incoherently into Ponyboy's chest. "Shh, shh," Ponyboy said lowly rubbing Justin's back comfortingly, "it's okay now, everything is okay." The boys stayed like that for a good ten minutes with Ponyboy doing everything he can to make Justin feel better. "You feel better?" Ponyboy asked gently using a small tone he always heard Sodapop use with him. Sniveling, Justin nodded whipping his tears on his sleeve. "I'm very proud of you Justin," Ponyboy told him. The young teen gave him a confused look. "What for?" Justin said in a voice that made him sound a couple years younger, "I didn't do anything." "You stood up for me," Ponyboy remind him rubbing the boys' hair, "you helped me when somebody else wouldn't." "That's what Curly said," Justin replied. I have to remember to thank him, Ponyboy thought to himself happily. He knew that Curly wasn't one comforting others and it was good to see him being nice to the boy who he had come to see as a younger brother. "And he was right," Ponyboy nodded ruffling Justin's hair, "you are possibly one of the bravest kids I know." Justin gave Ponyboy familiar happy smile that the young greaser loved seeing on him. This must similar to the way his brothers feel whenever he smiles at them. Speaking of older brothers… "Ponyboy!" Suddenly the door slammed open with Sodapop running into the room, Darry and Danny walked in calmly behind him. Justin was luckily smart enough to jump out of Sodapop's way as he practically tackled hugged Ponyboy. "Don't scare me like that again," Sodapop whispered into his shoulder holding his young brother tightly. "Sorry Soda," Ponyboy said quietly. Sodapop brought his head back so he and Ponyboy were forehead to forehead. Both were smiling at each other, having a kind of unspoken conversation. It was just something they did sometimes for each other to ease each other's pain. Darry observed both of his brothers with a silent but prominent gaze of approval. He was happy to see that despite the situation both of them were able to enjoy the fact that they still have each other, they all have each other. In the corner of his eye Ponyboy spotted his older brother standing in the distance and knew he had to console him as well. "Darry," Ponyboy called out to him separating himself from Sodapop. Flinching in shock, Darry didn't really know what he should do. Hug him? Ponyboy and him rarely do that sort of thing, actually that's more Darry than Ponyboy, the last time he hugged his youngest brother was at their parents funeral. With an encouraging push from Danny, Darry awkwardly approached his little brother's hospital bed. Sodapop and Justin courteously stepped out of the way, but not before Sodapop shot Darry a knowing look. Ponyboy stared up at his older brother apprehensively, as he didn't know where he stood with him at the moment. Did he blame him for what happened? Did he blame himself? Was he angry at him for what happened? With so many questions running through the young greaser's mind he was lost as to how he could approached his usually stern brother. "I'm sorry Darry," Ponyboy apologized looking quiet sheepish, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, it's all my fault." Justin, who looked insulted that Ponyboy would even think to blame himself for all of his, went to talk to him but was stopped by Sodapop. A silent look from him was all it to hold Justin off, for now. Darry slowly made his way closer to him. Ponyboy winced thinking he was going to get hit until he was enveloped in a hug. "The only one that's sorry is the guy that did this to you," Darry told him, "none of this is your fault Ponyboy." "You think so?" Ponyboy asked in a small voice. Darry leaned back and shot his brother a smile. "I know so," Darry told him as Ponyboy smiled back at him. Sodapop grinned as he saw his brothers really making aconnection. He always loved when they did as they always were never quite good at it. Two-Bit and Steve, who have been god knows where, walked into the room at that moment with drinks and snacks. "Hospital party!" Two-Bit proclaimed quite loudly making Steve wince from beside him. "Keep your voice down," Steve hissed, "there are people dying in this place." "Well, let's liven them up," Two-Bit said taking a sip of his Pepsi taking a seat across from Ponyboy's bed. Sodapop ran over to get a Pepsi can as he hadn't had one all day, followed by Justin who was equally as thirsty. "Did the doctors tell you have you can eat?" Darry asked his young brother as they separated. "Only easy to swallow stuff," Ponyboy answered. "I'll go see if Two-Bit brought anything like that," Darry said, "if not I'll just go to the store." Ponyboy nodded and watched as Darry approached the bag Two-Bit had brought. He looked on happily as his pseudo family played with each other, making small talk and joking around. It made him feel at peace for a little while. Everything was going to be alright. …While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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