Hi, I'm The Un-wanted Angel, with my first Outsiders story :) After reading a few online, I decided to write my own and I'm super excited! I mostly write POTC, and HP fics, but this will be my first Outsiders. This idea came to me while I was in the story (LOL). I saw one of my friends, and she has two dads, so I decided to put her "story" into my fanfiction world (LOL).
Reminders: Sodapop was from a different family, he was disowned...let's say Darry was an only child.
Title: Welcome To My Life.
Summary: Ponyboy is not the younger brother of Darry and Sodapop, infact, he's their...son? Mpreg, Slash
Warning: Darry and Sodapop slash (not incest, if you think about it) Mpreg, and Slash. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ANY OF THESE WARNINGS, WALK AWAY, DON'T FLAME.
Rating: M
Ponyboy's POV
I smiled, today was going to be my first day of high school. I was both excited and nervous at the same time. I couldn't wait to start my path of becoming the one thing I've dreamed about: a writer. I've been holding it in, but I think that's what I want to be. No, I don't think, I KNOW. I smiled while getting dressed my dad went out and bought me new clothes for school so I slipped on the skinny black pants, the black better shirt and the black and white plaid jacket/shirt. I smiled, pratically skipping to the bathroom to freshen up, combing and greasing up my hair. Because that's what I do, I'm a greaser.
"Hello!" That song-singing voice of my unclue Two-Bit came throughout the house. I don't have any real uncles, I just call them that. I have an Uncle Dally, an uncle, Steve (but I hate his guts) An uncle Two-bit, and an Uncle Johnny. I also have an Uncle Tim and an Uncle Curly, but I don't see them often, only in a really good while.
"Anyone awake?" Two-Bit asked.
"Not so loud," I said back. I hopped out of the bathroom and walked into the den. There my uncle Two-Bit, even for being in his thirties, still thinks like a twenty-year-old, and acts like a ten year old. He smiled and patted me on the shoulders.
"Ah, Ponyboy Curtis, seems like only yesterday Soda brought you home." He smiled. I smiled back, I know what he's thinking, I'm growing up. "And not too far off from that memory, seems like only yesterday, you spit up on Steve Randle when he first held you." He smiled.
"I wish I could remember that" I smiled.
"Well, speaking of you growin' up, where's your parents?" Two-Bit asked. I looked in the kitchen, my Dad was in there, making breakfast, I guess my "other dad" was sleeping still. You see, I have two Dad's: Darryl Curtis j.r and Sodapop Curtis. This will sound very odd, but I was born from one of my dad's. Even as odd as it seems, I love them very, very much. Nothing will change the fact that I care about them.
I smiled when I walked into the kitchen, I saw my muscular, bear-like father cooking breakfast. My dad Darry has dark brown hair and bright green eyes. I was surprised to see him up this early, usually he doesn't have to be to work until nine, I guess he wanted to see me off to school. My dad works for a construction company, and roofing housing. He works long hours and is gone on the weekends (accept sundays) and I usually don't see him that often, but he works hard for me and my other father.
"High school, eh?" He smiled. "You ready, baby?"
I nodded. "I'm all set. A little anxious, but ready." Smiling I sat down and yelped as a pair of warm arms wrapped around my shoulders and head. This could be only one person, Sodapop.
"OHMYGOD!" He said. "My baby's in high school! I'm so sad and happy, I could burst!" He said, squeezing me, very hard. A little too hard, I started to turn red from the lack of oxygen he was allowing myself to have from the "hug" My other Dad, Sodapop works along side my uncle Steve, they work on cars and the gas station at the DX. I smiled and tried to escape from the hug that was almost killing me. We had a while to ourselves as a family, but at seven ten, I had to be out the door if I wanted to get to school on time. I gave my parents hugs goodbye and promised to give them pictures with the portible camera they bought me for my fourteenth birthday that summer.
"Bye!" I smiled. "I'll be home early today."
"I'll be waiting" Sodapop smiled. I think my dad had tears in his eyes as he said that, but I guess that's normal.
As I hopped into the car, I heard Two-Bit's stories about how he went to school with Johnny, Dallas, Steve and Soda (before he dropped out). He told me they had a wild time, flooding the boy's bathrooms, getting suspended (or expelled in Dallas' case) and how my parents would skip class to make out or just be together, apparently they were high school sweethearts. Apparently, Johnny, Steve and Darry were the only ones in the group that graduated. Well, my uncle Two-Bit graduated, but not on time.
I smiled, hearing the wonderful stories about my parents and family, I wanted to make them proud of me, and I will.
"Well, here we are." Two-Bit said. He puilled into the parking lot of the school. I smiled this is where my life will start.
"Have fun, kiddo. Need me to pick you up?" He asked.
"Nah, that's okay, I'll walk." I said. Two-Bit nodded and drove off. I breathed in, holding my backpack and walked through the doors of high school.
Sodapop's POV
"I don't know, darry, what if he doesn't like high school?" I moaned. "What if he gets picked on?"
"Soda...He won't get picked on." Darry told me. I was worried, my baby boy was now in high school! He's almost a fricking adult! "Besides, you were worried about that his eight grade year, and all the years before that starting from kindergarten, and he wasn't picked on once."
"That's different!" I said. "This is High school, kids are crule there! Don't you remember our years at high school? We got called "fag" everyday because we loved each other!"
"Yeah, but if they called me a fag, I wouldn't care, it's when they called you a fag was when I stepped in, and you know that anyone who dared called you a fag, would end up a bloody pulp." Darry smiled. "What does this have to do with Ponyboy?"
"Well, if the time comes that he will...find...love" (I sort of struggled on that word, I couldn't imagine my baby boy all lovey-dovey with another person) "And it happens to be with another male...he might get picked on." I cried. Darry smiled and held me close to himself.
"Pepsi-cola..." He cooed. My pet name from high school, he remembers! "Listen, if anything were to happen to our miracle, do you think I'll stand by and watch? No. I'd beat the shit out of them. I'm not scared to go to jail if it means protecting my angel."
I smiled. I knew Darry was a wonderful father, right from the begining. Darry kissed my forehead and told me he'd be back at six.
"Bye, Soda. Please relax, Ponyboy will be fine."
"Okay." I smiled. "Have a good day."
I sighed and sat on the couch, there was nothing to do. I started thinking about Ponyboy, it was already nine in the morning, school had already started. A lot of questions were going threw my head such as, was he getting to class on time? Was he making friends? Was he scared, or nervous? Has he met any of the teachers he likes? So many questions went through my head. I guess the worst one was, "Is he being bullied?" I hated to think my pumpkin was being hurt.
I love Ponyboy, he's my son. I've loved him since the day I found out I was pregnant. My parents didn't like the idea of me being like that, (or gay for the matter) and they disowned me. So I went here, to the Curtis'. They accepted me, even if they barley knew me. They welcomed me, with open arms and smiles. Somthing my parents never did. I smiled, they never got to meet Ponyboy, they died in an auto wreck when I was eight months along. Since darry was already out of high school, and eighteen he was leagly allowed to buy his parents house, and that's what he did. I dropped out of school (because of the job I had and my pregnancy) and lived with darry ever since. And Two months later, Ponyboy came into this world.
Every kick he gave me while in "me" Every movement, sent ounces of joy and love through out my body. I would give up everything I had just to make sure my baby was alright.
"Oh...Ponyboy!" I moaned. "Come home!"
Ponyboy's POV
Alright, my last class of the day: Math. I suck at math, majorly. I hope this teacher isn't an asshole and gives us a ton of homework. I sat down in a random seat in the middle of the room while other kids sat next to their friends. I felt sort of lonley at that point. I don't really have any friends, I was just never good at making friends when I was in middle school, in elementry school, everyone was friends with everyone, so it was natural to have friends. but I went to a different middle school them my friends and now a different High school, so I never did get to see any of my old friends, and everyone in middle school was already in their little "groups" so I was always singled out.
But now, I guess I don't care anymore. If no one wants to be my friend, oh well. I'm going to focus on my studies. (My dad Darry would be leaping for joy right about now, ha ha).
I was minding my own business picking out my notebooks and books for this class when a man in a varsity football coat came up to me with a few others behind him and knocked my books off my desk.
"Hey!" I said. "What the hell was that for?"
"We never thought a greaser like you would make it into the AP hallyway, Greaser!" I know this asshole, this is Bryce andrews, the quaterback of the High school football team. He's a junior too. Bryce went to my middle school, he used to pick on me for being poor, and not having the kind of friends he did, or liking the same music or anything. I didn't even know him and he hated me.
"Bryce, why don't you act your age, and not your shoe size, and leave me alone?" It wasn't a question. Bryce got a little mad.
" Say that again, greaser, and I'll make you-" Bryce didn't finish that threat becuase the teacher walked in.
Great, my first day of high school and I already have an enemy. Just what I need.
(Continue...Ponyboy's POV)
I thought school would never end. I smiled, I survived my first day of high school without any problems besides Bryce. I smiled. I loved walking home, I got to see what I can't in a car. Such as a few dogs playing in yards, kids running by me, playing a game a bright red soc car-wait, a Soc car?
"Shit!" I yelled. I started running and the car followed me down an ally. I was a fast runner, but these were upper-classmen. So they were faster than me becuase they're older. One tackled me and I landed on the ground, one soc jumped on my stomach making me almost vomit.
"Hey, Grease, need a hair cut?" He asked. I realized that the Soc on top of me, was Bryce. Shit, he had a pocket knife too.
"No!" I yelled. I started kicking them and wiggling out of their grasp, but they held me down.
"Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut him up!" Bryce yelled. Then he took the blacde and cut my neck. I yelled out in pain. They punched me in the ribs and chest. After ten minutes or what felt like that, they left me alone, but not before picking me up and slamming me against the brick wall. I felt so weak and nacus I closed my eyes to ease the pain that was coming on. I woke up and it was dark. I laid there in pain for a few minutes, finally getting my strength back. I limped on my way home. I guess I shouldn't have "stayed out" so late, becuase when I touched the screen doorhandle my dad-Sodapop-lunged to me with wide amrs and tears in his eyes.
"Oh, my baby boy! Where were you? What happened? You're all bloody and bruised, and are you limping?" So many questions came out of his mouth, I almost felt dizzy, I guess I was dizzy, becuase I hurled on the pourch and fainted.
(Continue...Ponyboy's POV)
The warmth of a washcloth on a cut on my head woke me from my slumber I opened my eyes to see my dad over me holding the washcloth on my head. I was laying in my bed in my room.
"mmmm...What happened?" I asked.
"You threw up and fainted, baby...Are you okay?" Soda asked me.
"I guess so, my head hurts." I said.
Soda smiled. "What happened to you?" His smiled faded and he looked scared. I told him I was jumped by some Socs I didn't know, and didn't know why I was jumped. Dad looked so scared, he held me close as I shivered both from fear and the coldness I was suddenly feeling. Dad poured me a hot bath and it took him a ton of convincing to make him leave so I can take a bath in peace. (He's so overprotective sometimes, Darry too). After my bath, dad held me close and listened to my first day of high school, I had a little hard time finding my classes, but managed. I left out the Bryce incident in Math class. (I didn'tneed dad more paranoid).
Then I got to the subject that I have been meaniing to ask him all summer.
"Dad...Father told me that you dropped out of high school in your sophomore year, why?" I asked. Dad smiled and looked at me for a really long time. I caught on to what he ment. He quit high school, for me.
"Oh...it's becuase you became pregnant with me, right?" I asked.
Dad smiled. "Parcial, the other half is becuase I was dumb, I was only passing gym and auto tech, well, up until four months gym. The other half was because I had to move in with Darry before graduation, and I didn't have time worry about homework, why, with a baby on the way and being disowned by my parents, I also hated school" Dad said, with a laugh.
Dad...You're not dumb, you're the smartest person I know...
Should I continue?
Review please :)
-The Un-wanted Angel
