Rated M for masturbation, awkward conversations and humor.
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"Ponyboy Curtis!" I called out, thoroughly annoyed- this has to be the 10th time I've called out to him to hurry up. "If you don't hurry the heck up you're going to be late for school, you hear?" Still, silence followed so I began to walk tiredly to his room. "What the hell could you be possibly be doing in here?"
"Darry, don't come i-" I opened the door and the first thing I see is Ponyboy's hand on his dick, pumping it. As he saw me standing there with my mouth agape his cheeks burned red in pure embarrassment. He quickly bent down in sheer horror, grabbing his PJ bottoms to cover himself.
"Oh- sorry" I said awkwardly, snapping out of it. "I'll just come back latter..."
"Hey Darry, do you know where my DX shirt is... hey- uh- what's wrong?"
"It's in your closest, I ironed it last night. Knock before you go in" He gave me an expression that said 'what the hell for'.
"Just do it, little buddy" but he didn't have to, Pony came sprinting out into the lounge room, only to swoop down, grab his bag and fly out the door like the devil himself was after him, I could see fat drops of tears leaking from his eyes.
"Darry, you promised me that you two weren't 'gonna fight no more!"
"Sodapop, he is fine."
"That sure does explain why he is crying!"
"Look listen here Sodapop, he is fine. We weren't fight'n just go to work."
"Why do you always have to yell at him for every little thing he does?" Soda had this sad, lost look on his face he shook his head.
"Soda we didn't fight. That ain't why he was crying, he just..." I struggled to find a word. "Growing up, is all"
"Whatever Darry; I have to go to work" he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
With a sigh I shook my head, plans of what I was 'gonna have to talk about with Pony running through my mind. I knew this day would come. I just hoped it wouldn't be so soon.
Bending down I picked my gear and left the house.
The day dragged on and soon enough I was on my way home, tired and worn out. By the time I was home, I could hear the familiar noise of a full house, yells, fights and the sound of a stream of profanities cascading throughout the house.
Ponyboy was sat on the porch swing, a book in his hand; I could see him getting lost in it by the sparkle in his eyes.
"Hey Pony, you and I need to chat about what happened this morning" I whispered, grabbing onto his shoulder gently, as small screams escaped his lips I could tell I had scared him something awful.
"I don't wanna talk 'bout it Darry, not with you" With a frown I sat down beside him. "Just leave me alone!" Soda decided it was a great time to come out here; he turned an angry glare toward me.
"Why can't y'all stop fight'n like you promised? I can't handle it!" he pushed past us both, walking in an angry stance.
"Sodapop, wait!" Pony called, running after him.