Title: Playing Chicken
Summery: The time where Ponyboy plays chicken with Curly Shepard. Boy does Curly get neglected a lot.
(Ponyboy's POV)
I walked down the street kicking an empty pop can along the way. I was heading to the DX I was dying for a Pepsi and Soda would probably snag me a free one and let me help on one of the cars. I just hoped loads of girls weren't there; I don't care much for girls right now. Soda's said I would grow out of it like he did. Steve just gave me a callous glare and muttered something I won't repeat.
I was already half way there when I heard someone yell my name. I faced to where the sound came from. "Hey Curtis, got a weed?" It was Curly Shepard.
"Yeah" I yelled back and headed towards him. Curly Shepard was Tim Shepard's kid brother. He was his brother in miniature. Tough, cool and hard as nails. I liked him he was a good buddy. Darry didn't like him much; he thought Curly was a bad influence. I don't know what he was complaining for Dally was just as wild as the Shepards. But then again Dally was a member of our gang. And you had to respect him in some peculiar way.
"Thanks man" he said blowing some smoke rings.
"No problem, so how come you ain't been coming to school lately"
"Can't be bothered"
"Ah" Why had I even bothered to ask?
"Yep. Fuzz are thinking about sendin' me back to reformatory"
"Yeah" I mumbled striking a match and holding it up to the cigarette in my mouth.
"Yeah, I'll probably see the guy that was trying to burn last time I went"
"Burn?" I asked kind of startled. Curly had a lot of enemies, it was only because he got cocky and mouthy with people. Tim had warned him to keep his trap shut more often but he never listened. "Did he get the chance?"
"Nope" he grinned "I would have been able to handle it anyways"
"Yeah right"
"I would have" he looked at me "You wouldn't be able too"
"I would too!" I lied. I probably would start bawling.
"No you wouldn't"
"Yes I would"
"Alright let's see now" he said taking along drag "Let's play chicken"
I sighed. Playing chicken was when two people held cigarette butts at the ends of each others fingers until a person chickened out. Most people placed wagers when playing but Curly and myself just wanted to prove we would be able to handle it. I didn't want too but I didn't want to look like a damn coward either. "Okay" I said pretending to be enthusiastic about it.
I nearly yelped when his cigarette butt pressed against my forefinger, he just let out a small growl. After a few minutes both of us were pouring in sweat.
"Holler" he demanded clenching his teeth.
"No way" I growled "You holler"
"Fuck you" I wanted to swear back but instead I clenched my teeth harder, trying to keep from yelling. I could feel my face burning up and the sweat trickling down the side of my face. We could smell our own flesh burning it was nauseating. Curly grimaced and tried to bury his nose in his free arm.
"You might as well holler" I said trying to sound cocksure. Curly just returned that with a foul curse.
"What the hell is going on!" a deep voice yelled. We turned to see Tim Shepard trudge towards us. He looked as angry as hell and kept cursing when he saw we were burning holes in each others fingers. For that brief moment I had forgotten about the sickening smell and the pain. Instead I was worried about Tim beating us to a pulp.
He grabbed both of us by the hair and smashed our skulls together. I would tell you what he kept saying but it's too foul to repeat. "I swear if I catch you two doing that again I'll kill you both!" he hollered followed by more coarse words.
"You're a Curtis right?" Tim asked glaring at me
"Yes"
"I thought you'd have more sense then this dumbass" I didn't answer and just shrugged. Curly looked up and swore at Tim.
"Well I got to go" I said getting up remembering how much I was dying for that Pepsi. After bidding my bye's I walked away. As I walked down the block I looked down at the burn mark on my finger. Boy was that gonna leave a distinctive scar.
Thanks for reading. Please tell me what you think =)
Summery: The time where Ponyboy plays chicken with Curly Shepard. Boy does Curly get neglected a lot.
(Ponyboy's POV)
I walked down the street kicking an empty pop can along the way. I was heading to the DX I was dying for a Pepsi and Soda would probably snag me a free one and let me help on one of the cars. I just hoped loads of girls weren't there; I don't care much for girls right now. Soda's said I would grow out of it like he did. Steve just gave me a callous glare and muttered something I won't repeat.
I was already half way there when I heard someone yell my name. I faced to where the sound came from. "Hey Curtis, got a weed?" It was Curly Shepard.
"Yeah" I yelled back and headed towards him. Curly Shepard was Tim Shepard's kid brother. He was his brother in miniature. Tough, cool and hard as nails. I liked him he was a good buddy. Darry didn't like him much; he thought Curly was a bad influence. I don't know what he was complaining for Dally was just as wild as the Shepards. But then again Dally was a member of our gang. And you had to respect him in some peculiar way.
"Thanks man" he said blowing some smoke rings.
"No problem, so how come you ain't been coming to school lately"
"Can't be bothered"
"Ah" Why had I even bothered to ask?
"Yep. Fuzz are thinking about sendin' me back to reformatory"
"Yeah" I mumbled striking a match and holding it up to the cigarette in my mouth.
"Yeah, I'll probably see the guy that was trying to burn last time I went"
"Burn?" I asked kind of startled. Curly had a lot of enemies, it was only because he got cocky and mouthy with people. Tim had warned him to keep his trap shut more often but he never listened. "Did he get the chance?"
"Nope" he grinned "I would have been able to handle it anyways"
"Yeah right"
"I would have" he looked at me "You wouldn't be able too"
"I would too!" I lied. I probably would start bawling.
"No you wouldn't"
"Yes I would"
"Alright let's see now" he said taking along drag "Let's play chicken"
I sighed. Playing chicken was when two people held cigarette butts at the ends of each others fingers until a person chickened out. Most people placed wagers when playing but Curly and myself just wanted to prove we would be able to handle it. I didn't want too but I didn't want to look like a damn coward either. "Okay" I said pretending to be enthusiastic about it.
I nearly yelped when his cigarette butt pressed against my forefinger, he just let out a small growl. After a few minutes both of us were pouring in sweat.
"Holler" he demanded clenching his teeth.
"No way" I growled "You holler"
"Fuck you" I wanted to swear back but instead I clenched my teeth harder, trying to keep from yelling. I could feel my face burning up and the sweat trickling down the side of my face. We could smell our own flesh burning it was nauseating. Curly grimaced and tried to bury his nose in his free arm.
"You might as well holler" I said trying to sound cocksure. Curly just returned that with a foul curse.
"What the hell is going on!" a deep voice yelled. We turned to see Tim Shepard trudge towards us. He looked as angry as hell and kept cursing when he saw we were burning holes in each others fingers. For that brief moment I had forgotten about the sickening smell and the pain. Instead I was worried about Tim beating us to a pulp.
He grabbed both of us by the hair and smashed our skulls together. I would tell you what he kept saying but it's too foul to repeat. "I swear if I catch you two doing that again I'll kill you both!" he hollered followed by more coarse words.
"You're a Curtis right?" Tim asked glaring at me
"Yes"
"I thought you'd have more sense then this dumbass" I didn't answer and just shrugged. Curly looked up and swore at Tim.
"Well I got to go" I said getting up remembering how much I was dying for that Pepsi. After bidding my bye's I walked away. As I walked down the block I looked down at the burn mark on my finger. Boy was that gonna leave a distinctive scar.
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