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Wild Ride	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5558 -:- 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)
Ponyboy made it his mission to try and forget about Curly for now. After that incident in the movie theater bathroom he wasn't sure what to think of his former curly haired lover. It seemed that every time they met he just got worse and worse so maybe if they spent some time apart things would get better (that was what Ponyboy was hoping for at least).
Curly was surprisingly (surprising to him anyway) not taking this new development well. Ponyboy had been ignoring him for the past two weeks and it was really getting on his nerves. When he saw the young greaser walking around the neighborhood he would turn right back around, when they met in the halls in school Ponyboy avoided his gaze, even when they were in the same class Ponyboy didn't pay any attention to him.
All because I wanted to get laid, Curly snarled to himself internally.
This was really getting on the curly haired hoods nerves. Not because he cared about what Ponyboy thought of him, absolutely not. Curly was only annoyed because he was being ignored and no one ignores Curly Shepard.
"You are so slow."
Curly was snapped out of his thoughts by the familiar voice of Adam who was walking beside him in the hallway.
"Go to hell," Curly replied starting to walk a little ways away from him.
Adam rolled his eyes wondering why he's even bothers trying to talk to him. Maybe it was because of the party.
By now it was all over the school about how he literally threw everyone out of his house in the middle of a party. Nobody dared to ask him about it though, out of fear of seeing that enraged face again.
It was completely by impulse though. When Adam walked up stairs after Ponyboy left looking brokenhearted and saw Curly not only sleeping around on Ponyboy but with his own sister, something in him snapped. He had become like a caged lion that had just acquired its freedom once again. Luckily for Curly the black eye he got healed so fast that no one was able to tell he got hit.
"Just admit that you miss Ponyboy," Adam urged his friend.
"What do you mean miss him?" Curly questioned with a sneer, "I don't have anything to miss dumbass."
"Of course you do" Adam told him sounding exasperated, "you wouldn't be acting like this if you didn't."
"Acting what way?" Curly asked out of annoyance rather curiosity.
"Stomping through the halls and pushing people out the way," Adam pointed out.
How did Curly not notice that he was pretty much acting like a monster truck right now and just stomping on anything that came his way?
Curly paused looking around at the fearful faces around him before shrugging. He was just hurrying to get the hell out of here, they had just had there last class and now he's was going straight home.
"Whatever," Curly huffed stuffing his hands in his pockets but was now walking at a much slower pace than before.
Sighing loudly, Adam walked beside his friend out the doors of the school and forward to freedom.
Not really pay attention to Curly's stride, Adam bumped into him causing both boys to fall right onto the concert. You could hear the snickers of the people around them as they tried to get back up.
"What the hell?" Curly snarled pushing Adam off of him.
"Don't look at me," Adam argued standing back up, "you're the one that stopped all of a sudden. What were you looking at?"
Curly mumbled something incoherently which caused Adam to furrow his brow. Glancing over in the general direction of where Curly was looking last he immediately understood the hoods modesty.
In the parking lot he spotted Ponyboy and Two-Bit, at least that's what Adam heard his name was, playing around. Well, it was more Two-Bit playing around than Ponyboy as he was trying to get his book back from the older greaser.
Right now Ponyboy was on Two-Bit back trying to get his book out of his hands. He looked much happier and playfully than he usually has been lately.
One side look at Curly and Adam instantly knew he was jealous. He wanted to have that kind of relationship with someone, he wanted to have that kind of relationship with Ponyboy, the kind where you can just bring your shields down and just not have to worry about what people think of you.
"Why don't you just ask him out?" Adam suggested to Curly who still looked in a daze staring at them.
That seemed to snap the Curly haired teen out of whatever high he was on as he turned to glare at his friend.
"Why would I do that?" Curly said with a snort, "dating is for idiots that are looking to be all lovey dovey with someone."
"How do you know that?" Adam demanded to know folding his arms.
"I don't know," Curly shrugged rolling his eyes, "it's one of those boyfriend/girlfriend rules or something."
"Since when are you one to follow rules," Adam replied with a smirk.
Not even bothering to reply, Curly headed on home again.
"Curly you are going to regret being this stupid," Adam called out to him.
I doubt it, Curly snorted to himself hoping in his car (which technically wasn't even his) and hotwired it.
Curly Shepard doesn't regret anything, the curly haired hood said to himself before driving out of the school parking lot.
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"Give me back my book," Ponyboy protested as him and Two-Bit were still playing keep away even while Steve was driving.
"No," Two-Bit snickered holding it above the young greasers head while he sat in the passenger's seat.
"Give it," Ponyboy cried reaching for the book yet again.
"I want to read it first," Two-Bit told him taking a peak in the book, "this is like your diary isn't it?"
"No," Ponyboy replied with a blush reaching over for it only this time he was able to actually get to it.
It fell right beside Johnny's feet on the other side of the car.
"Johnny, can you give that to me please?" Ponyboy begged with pleading eyes.
Almost immediately, Johnny reached down and handed the book back to Ponyboy who accepted it gratefully.
"Aw," Two-Bit pouted sitting back in his seat, "you guys always ruin my fun."
Ponyboy stuck his tongue at him before turning to his best friend.
"Johnny?" Ponyboy said batting his eyelashes with an exaggerated smile on face.
Johnny didn't like the look of this, that smile mostly likely meant that Ponyboy wanted something from him.
"Yes Ponyboy?" Johnny answered despite himself.
"You like farms don't you?" Ponyboy asked.
Johnny raised an eyebrow at his friend. That was not the kind of question he was expecting to be asked.
"Sure, why not," Johnny shrugged indifferently.
"And you like horses?" Ponyboy said sounding eager.
Again, Johnny made a gesture of agreement.
"Good," Was all Ponyboy told him before turning back to his window.
Johnny was suspicious of this, Ponyboy never asked a question just for the sake of asking it. He always had a reason behind his madness.
As soon as the car was parked, Ponyboy ran out of the vehicle and into his house leaving the door wide open.
"What's he so excited about?" Two-Bit asked hopping out of the car himself.
"Who cares?" Steve proclaimed rolling his eyes and slamming his car door shut.
Ponyboy ran straight into his brothers room which he opened (not even bothering to knock) to find his brother half way asleep.
Darry jumped as soon as his door was swung open and his little brother was revealed.
"Can I go to the Montgomery's farm?" Ponyboy asked pleadingly.
"Who's going with you?" Darry asked sternly blinking a couple times to bring himself out of his sleep.
For some reason Darry decided that Ponyboy needed a chaperone whenever he went over there now. Ponyboy tried to explain to him that it wasn't necessary but it was to no avail (his brothers were far too stubborn for that).
"Johnny," Ponyboy answered smugly.
As soon as Johnny heard his name from the living room he knew that he was being used for something.
Huffing slightly, Darry waved his brother off signaling that he was free to go. Happily Ponyboy complied.
Throwing his book bag in his room, Ponyboy didn't miss a beat as he walked into the living room, grabbed Johnny, and walked out of the house.
Johnny sighed to himself casting his eyes to the sky.
"Stop being so overdramatic Johnny," Ponyboy told him with an amused chuckle, "we're going someplace fun."
"Why are we going there again?" Johnny couldn't help but question.
"Just to visit a close friend," Ponyboy said briefly.
This was true, Ponyboy did want to go and visit Bruce again, he was a pretty fun guy to be around but it was more than that. The young greaser was secretly looking for a way to distract himself of Curly. Ponyboy was inwardly cursing himself for himself for how much he thinks of the hood daily. He needs something to get Curly off his mind, and maybe a visit to the farm might settle him mind down a bit.
"Close friend? Close friend meaning…"
"What?" Ponyboy's eyes widened in shock at the dark skinned greaser's implication. A blush spread all over his cheeks.
"A friend! I mean, he's just a friend," Ponyboy spluttered in his embarrassment.
"Your blush says otherwise," Johnny said in amusement. He loved these moments with Ponyboy where he could casually joke around without someone looking at him weird because he decided to speak.
"Shut up," Ponyboy mumbled as his blush grew a bit more. He kept his eyes steadily on the road they were trekking on.
Ponyboy adamantly refused to think that he could feel that way about Bruce. They haven't even known each other that long and it was far too soon for him to move on from Curly (even though they technically were never together).
The farm couldn't possibly look any better than the last time Ponyboy visited it. The animals were out and about, running free in their own fields.
"This place is pretty nice," Johnny said quiet in awe of how pleasantly natural this place felt. It felt like such a breath air from the city.
Ponyboy nodded aimlessly looking around the place. He was delighted to have already found Bruce, picking up some hay with a pitchfork next to the horse field.
He practically dragged Johnny across the field to meet the curly haired farm boy.
"Bruce," Ponyboy called out to him, "Bruce!"
Upon hearing his name, Bruce's head snapped in the direction of the voice and was apparently pleased to see who it was. Johnny could have sworn he could visually see the guy's eyes light up at the site of Ponyboy.
"Ponyboy!" Bruce greeted excitedly dropping his pitchfork. He ran to the two teens to meet them half way.
Ponyboy expected a handshake but was instead brought into a hug. He didn't think guys like Bruce did this but he wasn't knocking it. He returned the hug wholeheartedly, his arms wrapping around his neck.
As Johnny saw the boy's face up close he had to do a double take. This boy looked disturbing like Curly Shepard. However, like a well-trained hood, he disguised his surprise with a carefully placed mask.
"Didn't think I'd see you again," Bruce told him setting Ponyboy down gently, his arms lingering on Ponyboy's waist.
"I told you I'd be back," Ponyboy reminded him with a smile.
"Yeah," Bruce nodded recognizing his point, "but saying and doing are two very different things."
"You have a very blunt way of looking at things," Ponyboy acknowledged with a shake of his head.
"And you have a very nonchalant way of looking at things," Bruce shot back at him in amusement.
Both teen boys turned around as soon they heard someone clear their throat. They saw Johnny giving both of them with a strange look.
"Remember me?" Johnny asked raising an eyebrow at them.
"Oh," Ponyboy leapt from Bruce to Johnny and started to do introductions.
"Johnny this is Bruce and Bruce this is my best friend Johnny," Ponyboy said gesturing between the two of them.
Johnny noticed that while Bruce was indeed polite as he greeted him back, he was nowhere near as enthusiastic as before. In fact, he looked a bit disappointed, as if having him here might throw him off or something.
"Johnny came to walk me here and maybe see the farm for himself," Ponyboy announced looking back at his best friend.
"Oh, that's great," Bruce said clearly not pleased with this development but thankfully Ponyboy didn't notice the change in his tone.
"I think I'm actually going to go," Johnny told his friend. He didn't see any reason to stay any more than he should, he had to meet Dally for something anyway.
"You sure?" Ponyboy asked.
Johnny nodded. "It's not like Darry said I have to stay here with you right? You'll be fine, you have your new close friend with you."
Ponyboy blushed again at Johnny's subtle teasing.
"Bye Johnny," Ponyboy said pushing Johnny away ignoring his chuckling as he walked out of the field.
"Close friend?" Ponyboy blushed as Bruce raised a suggestive eyebrow at him.
"Shut up," Ponyboy muttered walking toward the horse stables avoiding eye contact with him, "you are so full of yourself."
"Hey, I'm just going off of what your friend said," Bruce smirked following behind the young greaser, "nice to know you think so much of me."
Ponyboy rolled his eyes choosing not to respond to his taunts. He walked into the horse stable to find all of them gone.
"There all in the field," Bruce announced is if reading Ponyboy's mind, "we got to give them some exercise sometime."
"Bruce? Who's out there?" said Bryan from one of the horse stall.
"It's just Ponyboy," Bruce told him.
The elder Montgomery rose up from a stall standing to his full height. He walked toward the boys holding two buckets.
"Nice to see you again Ponyboy," Bryan said smiling at the young greaser politely. He set the buckets down beside himself to shake Ponyboy's hand.
"Thank you -Bryan," Ponyboy said blushing through his smile as he remembered to call Bryan by his first name.
Bryan nodded shooting his son a look.
"Maybe now Bruce can finally stop whining about you," Bryan chuckled.
Now it was Bruce's turn to blush as Ponyboy turned his head to him curiously. He's never seen Bruce looked so embarrassed.
"Bruce has been talking about me?" Ponyboy wondered aloud. He honestly didn't think anyone would think of him like that.
"Dad, hush," Bruce said lowly trying to silence his father.
Unfortunately, for Bruce anyway, Bryan continued on.
"Like you wouldn't believe!" Bryan proclaimed moving over to pat his son on the head forcefully. "Brucey hasn't shut up about you yet. Everyday it's 'I hope Ponyboy comes over' or 'I wonder what Ponyboy's doing' or-"
"Okay, we get it," Bruce cried out grinding his teeth in irritation. Bryan looked down giving his son a smirk.
"Dad, don't you have to check on the chickens?" Bruce asked eyebrow twitching slightly during his speech.
Bryan put on an innocent look and thought to himself for a moment.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact I do," Bryan said nodding to himself. Giving his son one last pat on the head he waved goodbye to Ponyboy before leaving the stable.
Bruce turned and glowered at the grinning Ponyboy beside him.
"Well, go ahead," Bruce threw up his hands in defeat.
"What do you mean?" Ponyboy asked his eyes twinkling.
Bruce snarled at the young greaser but it was more playful than anything else. "Don't play with me, go ahead and start teasing me."
Ponyboy gasped dramatically holding a hand to his face. "I simply don't know what you mean, I would never do that Brucey."
Bruce smirked before jumping to tackle Ponyboy. Luckily the young greaser was able to get out of the way in time and run out of the stable.
"Get back here," Bruce shouted while smiling all the while.
"You'll never catch me," Ponyboy said back to while running across the field, "I'm not a medal winning track runner for nothing."
We'll see about that, Bruce said to himself before giving chase to him.
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When Curly went to a gas station to fuel up his stolen car he honestly didn't mean to go to the one where Ponyboy's brother worked. He just picked a random one and drove up to it not caring where he was until he heard the voices when he walked up to pay.
Curly was rung up by Steve while Sodapop was in the back.
"Was Ponyboy okay when you left him Johnny?"
Curly unconsciously turned his head at Ponyboy's name. He saw Sodapop and Johnny conversing with one another.
"Yeah he was fine," Johnny nodded, "he was hanging out with his 'close friend' Bruce."
Curly's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Close friend," Sodapop repeated slowly. Not knowing how he should feel about the implication at the moment.
"That what Ponyboy said," Johnny replied with a shrug. Choosing not to mention that he looked like Curly Shepard, as he didn't feel it was important.
After paying for his gas, Curly carefully walked back to his car. His eyes were focused dangerously as he sat back on his seat.
Who the hell was Bruce, Curly thought to himself angrily.
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