Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders of benefit from anything that S.E. Hinton writes besides the enjoyment of reading it.
Ponyboy's POV
"All you do is read. Let's have some real fun." I hear Curly say. I look up from my book and see him smirking dangerously. Oh boy, this ain't going to end well for me.
"Let's play chicken." Curly suggests. Now, as dumb as it sounds, I'm running out of books to read. I've been pulling my old picture books just for something to read.
He explains that we are using cigarettes to hold at the end of our fingers.
This sure does sounds smart. I lit the cigarette against my better judgement and held it against my finger. The smell of burning flesh made me want to puke. The pain shot up my arm and my finger throbbed. Curly's mouth started to open but he clamped it closed again.
I was biting my lip so hard to keep from hollering that I could taste blood running through my teeth. Swear pored down our faces until I heard the familiar cursing of Tim and Dallas.
They rounded the corner and saw us. Tim grabbed Curly and I and knocked out heads together, cursing.
"Curtis! Ain't ya smarter than that?" He screamed at me. Dallas lagged behind us, smirking, as Tim dragged us by our collars.
Tim reached my house and growled in my ear,"I'm not telling Darry, but I catch you doing this again and I won't hold back."
I was shocked, but ran into the house before he could change his mind. Dallas followed me into the house, shaking his head. I was cleaning my finger when Darry and Soda walked in.
Darry saw my and grabbed my finger.
"What did you do?" He asked. I gulped.
"We played chicken." I mumbled. Darry shook his head.
"Who?" Darry asked.
"Curly and I." I told him. Steve laughed.
"You were actually dumb enough to play chicken with Curly Sheppard?" Steve asked through chuckles. I scowled.
"Just like you and Soda always did chicken?" I asked. Soda coughed to hide a laugh.
"You told him?" Steve asked, appalled. Soda nodded.
Darry cleaned my finger, anger clouding his features.
"It'll scare, Pone. I'm guessing it hurts bad enough that I don't need to punish you." Darry told me. I wanted to say it didn't hurt being that the gang was here, but I didn't want a punishment so I nodded.
I sat in the couch next to Soda, my finger wrapped in gauze that Darry had put on. Soda wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Does it hurt." He whispered. I shrugged.
"Just a little bit. It hurt worse earlier." I whispered back. He smiled and started a poker game with Steve.
A/N: Yeah… This sucks. I'm really bored. Review if you want. I'm really sorry about the shortness.