Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) "Tosh get back here," Ponyboy laughed chasing his puppy around the house. Right now it was Tosh's bath time and he was putting up a really good fight. The little Dalmatian puppy had ran even before Ponyboy got the water ready. "Tosh, where did you go," Ponyboy called out looking around the house. Nobody but Ponyboy was home today. Curly had dropped Tosh off earlier claiming that he had a 'business meeting' to with Tim to. "Tosh," Ponyboy called out again more sternly. Vaguely, Ponyboy heard some whimpering coming from Sodapop's room. Walking into the room he heard a meek sound coming from a pile of clothes near his brother's closet. "I wonder where Tosh could be," Ponyboy asked aloud casually walking to the pile of clothes. "Maybe he's on the bed," he reached for the clothes, "or maybe…" "He's under here," Ponyboy threw off the clothes off the top of the pile revealing his wayward puppy. Panicking, Tosh tried to make a break for it but was stopped by Ponyboy. "Oh no, you're not getting away this time," Ponyboy told him holding the puppy tightly in his arms. Tosh was whimpering and looking around frantically as if trying to avoid his bath. "Come on Tosh it's not that bad," Ponyboy sighed in exasperation as he walked them into the kitchen. Putting Tosh on his leash which was wrapped around the backyard door handle, Ponyboy started to run the water in the sink until it turned hot. "Here we go Tosh," Ponyboy told the puppy taking him off his leash and putting him into the sink and over the faucet. As soon as the water hit his body, Tosh's body he seemed to jump slightly but he didn't show signs of being hurt or anything of that nature. "I'm sorry Tosh," Ponyboy apologized sincerely gently rubbing the water into the puppy's skin, "but you have to keep clean." Taking his baby shampoo bottle off of the counter beside him, Ponyboy started to gently rub the suds over Tosh's body being careful not to get the puppy in the eyes. "Roll over for me," Ponyboy softly prodded Tosh's underside signifying he wanted him to move. Obediently, Tosh turned over on his back allowing Ponyboy to wash the rest of him. "That's a good boy Tosh," Ponyboy smiled down at the puppy as he added a little more shampoo into the cascading water, "we're almost done." Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "It's open," Ponyboy called out not taking his eyes off of what he was doing. As Ponyboy heard the front door open and close he was just putting the finishing touch on Tosh's bath by rinsing off the shampoo. "Okay, we're done," Ponyboy smiled taking Tosh out of the tub and setting him on the kitchen floor. By his natural instincts, Tosh shook himself clean getting water all over the kitchen. Ponyboy smiled down at him fondly as he grabbed the towel he set on the table and proceeded to dry Tosh some more. "I'm very proud of you,' Ponyboy praised him, "you were a very good boy Tosh." Tosh let out a couple barks in response and started to lick Ponyboy's hand. Ponyboy, feeling eyes on him, looked up to see Justin staring at him in what could be perceived as fascination. "Hey Justin," Ponyboy greeted setting the towel on a chair, "what are you doing here?" "I wanted to see you again," Justin grinned and walked up to him, "and enjoy this moment while I can." "What moment," Ponyboy furrowed his brow in confusion. Justin seemed to silently curse himself before looking down urgently at Tosh. "Um, uh, is that your puppy," Justin smiled forcibly at the dog. "Um, yes," Ponyboy gestured to the puppy, "this is Tosh. Tosh, meet my friend Justin." Leaning down, Justin tried to get at Tosh's height. "Hi Tosh," Justin cried out loudly waving at him. Tosh, being the shy little puppy he is, whimpered and moved over to Ponyboy and leaned his head on his leg. "Oh, Tosh," Ponyboy groaned and shook his head in amusement, "don't mind him Justin. He's just a scaredy puppy." "I'm sorry to say that hanging out with me today is going to be a bit boring Justin," Ponyboy shot the younger boy an apologetic look, "I really don't feel like going out right now and Tosh isn't in the mood to go outside either." "We don't have to go out," Justin shook his head adamantly, "we can just stay here and talk about you." "Talk about me," Ponyboy blinked, "there's not much to say Justin. I'm just one guy." Justin seemed dead set on Ponyboy being wrong. The young boy didn't show any signs of giving up on his point. "Fine," Ponyboy sighed sitting down at the kitchen table with Tosh in his lap. Happily, Justin sat down across from him. "Just ask me some questions," Ponyboy told him feeling lost on what to do, "maybe that will let you see how boring I am." Justin pouted at the boring part but proceeded to ask questions nonetheless. "What kind of grades to you get," Justin asked. "Mostly A's and B's," Ponyboy answered. "You get all A's and B's on your report cards," Justin repeated in awe, "most of the time I'm lucky to get straight C's." Ponyboy just shrugged. "It's really not that hard, it's just a matter of buckling down and put time into studying really hard." "Do you play any sports," Justin questioned with a smile. Ponyboy stretched tiredly. "Just football and track. I play football for fun but I'm on the track team at my school." "So you're smart and athletic," Justin was practically banging his hands on the table in excitement, "that is so awesome." "Not really," Ponyboy told him, "a lot of people do it." "Huh," Justin looked at him in confusion, "but I always thought that smart people don't like to do sports and that jocks don't like studying that much." Ponyboy grunted at those words and began to aimlessly rub Tosh's head. "Those are two very ridiculous generalizations. In order to be on a sports team you have to maintain a certain grade point average so you have to have some level of intelligence. Sure, some people cheat but most don't and work hard for their grades." Justin was silent as he took in all this information. "And most smart kids, at least in my area, have to join some type of club or sport in order to have a better shot at a scholarship for college." Ponyboy looked at the boy across from him sternly. "You shouldn't generalize people Justin," Ponyboy advised, "everyone's different and goes through different experiences. It isn't right to assume everyone in a single group are exactly the same because it isn't true." Ashamed of himself, Justin looked down at his lap. "I-I'm s-sorry," Justin stammered quietly, "I didn't mean to make you angry or anything. I just think your something special." "Special," Ponyboy blushed in embarrassment, "I wouldn't say that. Sure I'm different but I'm not necessarily special." Justin looked up and gave Ponyboy a shocked look. "And I'm not angry," Ponyboy added as an afterthought, "I just don't like generalization. I've been generalized my whole life." Justin nodded in agreement. "Any other questions," Ponyboy asked. Ponyboy saw Justin furrow his brow and look up at the ceiling, his arms were folded together tightly. That seemed to be his thinking position. Ponyboy smiled to himself at how young Justin looked right now. "Because you're so pretty," Justin asked after a while, "do you have a lot of people gunning for you?" "Pretty," Ponyboy's eyes widened in shock. Justin nodded eagerly. "Justin, I'm not pretty," Ponyboy said trying to laugh off his shock, "I'm a guy, guys are not pretty." "Obviously they can because you're clearly are," Justin grinned at him. "I think the word you're looking for is handsome," Ponyboy replied trying to correct the younger boy. "Nope," Justin shook his, "you're definitely pretty." "Handsome." "Pretty." "Handsome." "Pretty." "Pretty handsome." "Handsomely pretty." Ponyboy grunted as Justin started to snicker to himself. "You're hardheaded," Ponyboy commented with a pout. "Yep," Justin smirked proudly. Just then, Sodapop and Steve came into the house looking exhausted. "Rough day at work," Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at them. "What do you think," Steve grunted flopping down on the couch. "Hmm," Ponyboy took in the entirety of his fatigue. "Maybe," Ponyboy replied cheekily. Steve growled at him lowly. "Who's this," Sodapop asked just now noticing Justin as he came into the kitchen. Eagerly, Justin reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his cards. "Justin Victor Brooks, Greaser for Hire," Sodapop read the card with an ever-growing smile on his face. "Yep," Justin nodded, "and currently employed by a mister Ponyboy Curtis." "Really," Sodapop looked to his brother who just shrugged his shoulders in amusement. "And what exactly are you doing for my little brother kid," Sodapop asked. "Brother," Justin repeated happily, "you're related to Ponyboy." "Last time I checked," Sodapop chuckled moving to the fridge and setting some leftover ham on a skillet and frying it up on the stove. "You are so lucky," Justin was practically bouncing on his feet, "Ponyboy is so awesome. Ponyboy's smart, he plays sports, nice, and pretty!" Steve made a gagging gesture. "I told you handsome," Ponyboy grinded out. "And I told you pretty, pretty boy," Justin shot back with a grin. "If I'm pretty so is Sodapop," Ponyboy gestured to his older brother, "do you think that he's pretty?" Justin looked from Sodapop to Ponyboy and back again. "Is that a question," Justin raised an eyebrow at Ponyboy. Steve snorted. "He's just an older version of you," Justin responded as if it was obvious. "Hey, I'm not pretty," Sodapop ran a hand through his hair, "I'm devilishly handsome." "Yeah kid, what the hell are you talking about," Steve smirked, "all the Curtis' guys are rugged and handsome. All the greasers are afraid of them." "Really," Justin asked with a raised eyebrow. Steve snickered. "Fuck no! Those two are the resident pretty boys of this town. Only their older brother Darry got their fathers manly looks. Those two over their look like their mother." Justin started cracking up as Sodapop and Ponyboy glared at Steve. "You're just jealous Stevey," Sodapop said with a pout while folding his arms childishly. Steve rolled his eyes. "Why would I be jealous of you? You're so much of a pretty boy that you can't never stand having your hair look mess up." "I can so," Sodapop protested. "Your hairs slanted in the front," Steve commented. Sodapop froze for a brief moment before returning back to normal. "So," Sodapop shrugged, "I don't care." "Right," Steve nodded not looking convinced in the slightest. Casually, Sodapop started to move towards the bathroom. "Where are you going," Steve asked not taking his eyes off of his friend. "I'm gonna take a piss," Sodapop snapped, "is that illegal now?" Steve chuckled in amusement and Sodapop ran in the bathroom. "Pretty boy," Steve mumbled. "Hm," Ponyboy looked over at the stove and saw that Soda's ham was ready. "Justin could you turn the stove off," Ponyboy asked the younger boy seeing as he was the only one up at the moment. "Sure," Justin nodded walking over to the stove. When turning off the stove, Justin unconsciously tried to pick up the pan. Unfortunately, Justin absentmindedly grabbed the hot part of the skillet. "Ah," Justin cried out in pain as he was burned. "Airheaded idiot," Steve hissed seeing what he did. "Justin," Ponyboy's eyes widened in alarm. Gently setting Tosh down on the floor, Ponyboy went over to inspect the younger boy's hand. "Let me see," Ponyboy told him looking over his hand, "it's not that bad." "I-It won't l-leave any s-scars or anything," Justin winced holding his burnt hand as it shook in pain. He looked as if he was desperately trying to hold in his tears. "Nope, it just needs some cool water," Ponyboy reassured him moving the younger boy to the sink. Turning the sink faucet on Ponyboy immersed Justin's hand in cool water. Holding his hand tenderly, Ponyboy made sure every part of his hand got soaked. Once again, Justin found himself looking up at Ponyboy in awe. He couldn't believe how nice the young greaser was being to him. Nobody has ever been this nice to me, Justin said to himself sadly. "Now we just need some medical tape," Ponyboy commented. Reaching into the top kitchen drawer, Ponyboy pulled out a half used roll of medical tape. "Soda has a lot of cooking related accidents," Ponyboy said answered Justin silent question. Quickly, Ponyboy wrapped up the boys hand in a nice tight seal. "What were you think when you tried grab the skillet from the stove," Ponyboy asked in confused amusement. "I don't know," Justin shook his head pitifully, "sometimes I do things without actually knowing I'm doing it. It gets really annoying. Ponyboy chuckled and ruffled Justin's hair. Everyone stayed at the house for a couple more hours just making conversation and messing around. Finally, it started to get late as the sun started to set. "Don't you have to be home by now Justin," Ponyboy asked the boy beside him on the couch, "it's pretty late." "I guess," Justin mumbled to himself not making a move to get off of the couch. "Come on," Ponyboy urged up, "I can walk you home." Steve snorted in amusement. "And who's going to walk you home?" "I don't need to be walked home," Ponyboy snapped. "Yes you do," Sodapop told him, "because you tend to wander when you're alone." Ponyboy huffed at his brother, even though he knew Sodapop was sort of telling the truth. "Just call his parents and tell them to pick him up or something," Sodapop told him walking to the door, "Steve and I are going out for bit." "Okay," Ponyboy sighed. As they went out the door Sodapop sent his brother one last look. "Don't take him out by yourself," Sodapop ordered. "Fine," Ponyboy grumbled. Satisfied, Sodapop left slamming the door behind himself. "Well, well, well," a smug voice called out from behind the two of them, "looks like I arrived just in time to save the day." Both teens looked over to see Curly leaning on the doorway to the hallway. A smirk was present on his face. "Curly," Ponyboy looked at his friend in alarm, "what are you doing here?" "What I can't stop by and visit my babe now," Curly feigned a hurt look. "How did you get back there," Justin demanded. "Climbed in a through a window," Curly replied as if it was obvious, "dumbass." "Why didn't you just use the door," Justin asked smartly, "you know, like people with manners do?" "I don't need nor do I want manners," Curly responded roughly. Justin snorted and wrapped his arms around Ponyboy staring directly at the hood that was across the room. "Ponyboy likes people with manners," Justin grinned cheekily. Curly narrowed his eyes at the younger boy dangerously. "Anyway, Justin," Ponyboy proclaimed loudly trying to ease the tension in the air, "I think it's time we get you home." "I thought your brother said you couldn't do that alone," Justin blinked up at him in question. Ponyboy chuckled in amusement. "I know that's what Curly is for, and Tosh to." Walking over to Tosh's little bed Ponyboy gently woke up the napping puppy and placed him on his leash. "Come on, Tosh we're going for a little walk," Ponyboy told him easing Tosh out of his sleep. "Let's go boys," Ponyboy declared walking out of the house with everyone else in toe. Most of the walk was made in silence. Everyone was busy either enjoying the night sky, observing Tulsa, or deep in his thoughts. "Curly," Ponyboy called out to the boy beside him. "Hm," Curly said acknowledging him. "Do you think I'm a pretty boy," Ponyboy asked. Hearing Justin groan in frustration caused Ponyboy to develop a sheepish look on his face. He couldn't help it if he was self-conscious about his looks. Curly raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Is that question," Curly asked. This caused Justin to start snickering in front of them. "I guess that's a yes," Ponyboy pouted. With a grunt, Curly wrapped his arm around Ponyboy's waist holding him close. "Sure you maybe a little pretty boy," Curly grinned at the annoyed look he got, "but that don't mean you're not tough. It's like you always say, looks can be uh…" "Deceiving," Ponyboy finished for him. "Yeah that," Curly nodded, "looks can be deceiving." Ponyboy smiled and laid his head on Curly's shoulder. In doing so he missed he the angry look Justin shot Curly and the smug look the hood gave to him. After a couple more minutes they finally arrived at a small house a couple blocks down from the Curtis'. "This is my house," Justin said pointing at it. Looking at the house, Ponyboy couldn't help but notice that all the lights were off. "Is someone in there," Ponyboy asked in concern. Justin swiftly looked at the house and then at him. "Uh yeah, we just go to sleep really early in my house." "Okay," Ponyboy smiled taking Justin's word for it, "see ya Justin." "Night night," Curly said mockingly. Ignoring Curly, Justin gave Ponyboy a big smile. "Bye Ponyboy," he looked down at the puppy Dalmatian, "bye Tosh." Tosh gave a bark in response. They watched as Justin hurriedly ran into his house closing the door behind him. "I like that kid," Ponyboy chuckled, "he funs to be with." Curly looked to be deep in thought. "What's wrong," Ponyboy asked in concern. "It's probably nothing," Curly answered dryly. "Well, what is," Ponyboy questioned his curiosity getting the better of him. 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