Hi Everyone, I know I shouldn't probably start a new story without finishing my others, but I just can't pass this idea off! This story is in dedication to: JessieMundaiFan.

Because of her inspirational story: Wild Ride.

Although I must warn you this story has no relation to any of her stories, they just inspire me. And I see it's only fitting to properly thank her with a story all to herself. So as many as you could guess this will be a PonyboyxCurly story, meaning Yaoi. Meaning BoyxBoy. . . . meaning if you don't like that sort of stuff than please don't bother the readers that do, especially the author!

Anyway, enough introduction. Please enjoy the story!

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own The Outsiders, or That Was Then, This Is Now. S. E. Hinton does. And I also do not own: Wild Ride. That is' Jessie's own idea.

Switchblades and Sunsets

By: Kylelover101

In Dedication to:

JessieMundaiFan

Summary:

Ever since Curly Sheppard met Ponyboy Curtis ten years ago, he vowed to make the little greaser his.
But little Ponyboy's growing up and he's not the only one who wants the sunset-loving Greaser.
But Curly Sheppard gets what he wants, even if it involves hurting someone in the process.

Rating:

Mature

Warnings:

Yaoi, Language, Drug use-age, under-age drinking.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT.

CHAPTER 1

TULSA, 1959

"Because! I'm older, I'm smarter and I'm bigger!" With that a twelve year-old Tim Sheppard pushed Curly to the ground, scraping his hands. Curly held back his tears as Tim walked away. He didn't see what the big deal was, all he wanted to do was play with him and Tim said no!

Curly grumbled curse words that he wasn't brave enough to shout out loud and continued to walk away.

Curly was turning seven next week and he couldn't wait, he thought being seven was tougher than being six. Curly sighed sometimes he hated Tim, especially when he ignored him. He was sure Tim would make it up for him tonight when his parents would fight (like always) but right now, he was upset.

He kicked a rock while shoving his hands in his pockets. He was bored and no one he knew was around to play with him.

"Ponyboy! Mama says it's time to go!" A soft call came from who knows where, Curly didn't know.

Curly's ears perked up. Ponyboy? What a weird name.

In less that a blink of an eye Curly was knocked to the ground. He growled, turning around to yell at whoever pushed him.

"Hey, you-!" He paused.

His eyes met with the most adorable little boy he'd ever seen. Of course he wouldn't admit this out loud, but it was true. This little boy had large emerald-green eyes, soft auburn hair and a round face with a tiny nose. He was tiny too, puny.

He also had scraped knees from the fall.

His mouth quivered and he let out a sob.

Curly flinched, not knowing what to do. He had just met this kid and already he was crying.

"St-stop." Curly tried, but no avail. This kid kept crying while Curly bit his lip. It was usually him crying and Tim calmed him down. (Not that he'd admit that too.) Slowly he brought the auburn boy closer to him and ran his scraped hands threw his hair, slowly.

The kid stopped crying, gazing up at his savior with adoring eyes.

He smiled sweetly, making Curly blush.

"PONYBOY!" The call came again, this time it came from a voice that sounded more demanding. Ponyboy quickly picked himself up, running away from the curly haired boy. Curly growled, he wanted to be with that kid!

"Come back!" He called out.

The boy stopped running away and looked back at Curly. The sunset made everything orange and gold as the summer wind blew gently, tossing both their hair. The smaller boy quickly scooted back to the curly haired boy and held out his hand.

Curly was confused.

"My name's Pony!" He smiled.

Curly slowly took Ponyboy's hand, shaking it as Ponyboy skipped away happily.

Curly watched on with adoration and confusion.

"Pony . . ." the name slipped from his tongue, sounding like an obsession. He shook his head, groaning as he couldn't see where the little boy had ran off to. No matter, he'd find him, even if it took him years. He wanted to see him again.

But for now, he'd run home to have his hands healed.

A Few Years Later

"All I want is this family to sit down and eat, together!"

"Then make something worth sitting down for than, Bitch!"

"Nope. Not today." Curly immediately turned around, walking away from the back door to his house. So much for leaving juvy and going home, he wouldn't be surprised if they never even noticed he was gone. Before leaving he crept to the window, taking a look at his mom's tuna and noodles. He prayed it wasn't too hot as he picked up the container, along with a fork, off the kitchen counter and walked away. He didn't care too much for poultry, but after juvy and the crap they fed you there, he wasn't complaining.

Curly walked down the gravel back allies of his neighborhood. He didn't want everyone to know he was back, yet. He'd make an appearance, something to startle them.

He smirked threw the spoon in his mouth.

"Curly!"

So much for his plan. He frowned, turning around.

"You're home!"

Curly's eyebrow twitched seeing possibly the most agravating Greaser he's ever met, Mark Jennings.

Mark smirked, lighting up a cigarette. "How was juvy? This is what your third time in two years?" Curly rolled his eyes ignoring Mark's comment. Mark snickered looking at Curly's dish of food.

"Ya' goin out to stop world hunger there, Curls?"

"Shut up. You'd be starving too if you knew what type of shit you have to eat in juvy" Curly spat, taking another bite of food. Mark nodded, agreeing with Curly. Not that Mark had ever been to Juvy, but he had heard stories of the disgusting food they served. Curly swore that for one month, his cell buddy survived on nothing but what was up his nose.

curly cocked his eyebrow looking at Mark. Mark gave a questioning look.

"What? Got somthin' on my face?"

"No. . . why are you wearing a suit?"

Mark looked down, the suit he was wearing was all black, minus the dress shirt. "Oh, it's Bryon's." He casually replied.

Curly wanted to face-palm. Although it was nice to hear Byron was still alive, he could kill him after breaking up with Angela, breaking her heart.

"No. Why are you wearing a suit?" He repeated himself.

"Oh! That's right, you just got home. Well, if you were here last week, then you would have found out that The Curtis Parents are dead."

Curly cocked an eyebrow. "Curtis . . . ?"

"You know, Sodapop and Darry? Dallas hangs out with them a lot."

Curly nodded, now he knew who they were. Granted he never met them, but he had heard stories about them. Darryl Curtis was the best roofer in town, tall and you wouldn't want to screw with him. Although he looked intimidating, he was really as harmless as a fly. Mrs. Curtis, Stacy, was really protective of her children and baked probably the best peach pies Curly ever stole. She was also known to calm Dallas down after anything. Basically, The Curtis' were a kids' dream parents.

"That sucks." Curly was given a cigarette, although he never thanked Mark.

Mark nodded. "Yeah, that whole gang is shook up because of it. I just stopped by to give my condolences. Although Bryon didn't come, he hates the littlest one."

Curly cocked an eyebrow. "What, is he like a toddler or somethin'?"

Mark roared with laughter, confusing Curly.

"Naw, man. The kid's fourteen. A few months younger than us. You seriously don't know him?"

Curly shook his head.

"His name is Ponyboy. He's the younger brother of Sodapop and Darry."

Ponyboy. . .

Curly abruptly turned , shoving another spoonfull of food in his mouth.

"Where do they live?" Curly asked, his heart pounding a bit harder.

"Around the corner then walk a little ways, their house is the white one with the porch." Mark spoke, taking another drag. "Why?"

"To pay my respects, genius."

Mark's eyebrows rose. "Wow, you've never been the one to show emotions. Why the sudden change?"

"None of your business." Curly slurred. Then he looked at his dish, seeing it was still more than half-full.

"Mark, you hungry?"

Mark smiled. "Sure." Just as he was about to reach out for the dish, Curly tossed it to aside. It landed on the ground, food went everywhere and the white dish was shattered into little tiny pieces.

Curly laughed loudly, walking away with Mark's last cigarette.

Ponyboy felt tears come to his eyes once again. He couldn't believe he could still cry after today, after he bawled like a baby at his parent's funeral. His green eyes felt irritated as he rubbed them.

He sniffed, laying his head on his desk.

Sodapop came in, his frown hadn't left his face since that morning.

Slowly he walked over to Ponyboy, rubbing his back.

"Ponyboy. Darry made sandwiches, come out and have one." Soda softly spoke. Ponyboy shook his head.

"No, I'm not hungry. I just want to be left alone," Ponyboy sniffed. "Please?"

Sodapop nodded. "Okay. Darry, Two-bit and I are in the living room if you need us, Baby." With that Soda left the room, gently closing the door. Ponyboy let the tears fall from his eyes, hitting his lap. He didn't care if slouching would ruin his coat and pants. He didn't care about anything but wanting his Mom and Dad back.

Ponyboy moved from his desk to his bed, curling up next to a pillow to take a deep smell. It still smelled like laundry soap and peppermint: His mother's smell. Ponyboy knew he couldn't go into the garage for a while, it would smell like motor oil and leather: His father's smell. He'd loose it then.

The door opened once more and Ponyboy sighed.

"I said, Go away, Soda-"

Ponyboy turned to see it wasn't Soda, but Darry.

"Someone's here to see you, Ponyboy."

Ponyboy had no idea who it could be, first it was Mark, now who?

Ponyboy kicked himself off his bed and entered the living room. A bit startled to see who it was.

"C-Curly?" He asked. Curly Shepard smirked, indeed it was the curly haired greaser-boy. Ponyboy bit his lip.

"I heard about you going to Juvy." Ponyboy softly commented.

"Well, now. I'm the talk of the town." Curly happily boasted. He sucked on Mark's ciggarete, he wanted to frown seeing Ponyboy nod sadly.

"Well, so are you, Ponyboy." Curly softly spoke. "I'm sorry to hear what happened to your parents."

"I'll be okay. I guess." Ponyboy mumbled. Curly could see right through that lie. He shifted from one foot the the next, he couldn't help but admit that it was kind of nerve wrecking having Soda and Darry watch him talk to Ponyboy. curly could see out of the corner of his eye, watching soda and Darry lean in the doorway from the kitchen, Soda's arms crossed and Darry's stern glare.

"So. Uh." Curly started. Ponyboy wasn't looking at him, he held his left arm and continued to gaze at the ground.

"Wanna' go to the Nightly Double?" Curly offered.

"No." Soda answered for Ponyboy. "Ponyboy is staying here with his family. We all need some time to think about things."

Curly bit his thought from cursing, instead he smoothly questioned. "Oh? What kind of things?"

"Nothing your nose needs to stick itself into. Thank you for dropping by, Curly. It's time for you to go." Soda was getting on Curly's last nerves.

Curly looked over at the couch, seeing Two-Bit Matthews. Two-Bit was passed out drunk, Curly could smell him from across the room.

"He's here." Curly smartly remarked.

"He's family." Sodapop replied, walking closer to the door, opening it. "Good-bye Curly. Come back another day."

Curly rolled his eyes, then turned back to Ponyboy.

"Call me, Ponyboy." He snatched a black marker from the small desk by the couch and wrote his number on the wall, angering Sodapop and Darry.

Curly waved goodbye to Ponyboy and ignored Soda when he slammed the door.

The night was still young, but Curly didn't want to go home. Not tonight.

"Wonder if Mark would let me crash at his place." Curly muttered, walking away from the Curtis' house.

Yay! Chapter 1 all done! As you could probably tell, Sodapop and Darry don't like Ponyboy. I wonder why that is? Well, I know the answers, but I'm not gonna' tell you unless you review for another chapter. Maybe the answers you wanna' know are there. but you can only get them if you review for another chapter! (Actually, if I'm not too lazy and update my story).

I hope you like it so far, Jessie.

Review for more! :)

-Kylelover101