Curly Shepard walked through the streets of Tulsa. He saw some socs, greasers, people in general. It was a hot summer day, the sun beat down on the young greaser. In other words it was boring as hell. He walked home in silence, but he didn't know he would regret going.
Walking in he heard creaking coming from the upstairs. His mother ad stepfather were... he didn't know, but Angel was at Bryon something or others so it must be Tim fuckin'. He did wonder who was apart of Tim's "adventure", perhaps it was Randle's girl Evie. Curly's curiosity took the best of him. He tip toed upstairs trying to be as quiet as put his hand on the doorknob and debated wheather he should open turned it slowly and peeked inside.
HOLY FLIPIN' SHIT! That was little Curtis. Darrel was gonna kick the ever lovin' shit oughta Tim ...if he found out. I started a smile as i slid down onto the floor. I barked out laughing. The idea of Tim and Ponyboy fucking made me laugh for a strange day as boring as it was was turned into a day i would probably never the door opened.
Tim's head popped out, his hair disheveled, his older brother looked out of breath.
"What the hell you laughin' at?" He was angry it just made it harder not to give a girly giggle.I gave a small sigh. Might as well humor him for a bit.
"That your goin' all the way with a broad," I told him." so what she look like?" Hook, line, sinker.
He looked so uncomfortable right now.
"Well uh she's got rusty red hair, sweet green eyes, " he mumbled that out."and nice soft skin."
"Sounds cute." I chukled softly, my laughter dying down.
"Tim?" I heard Ponyboy ask.
"That don't sound like any broad i ever heard." and i started to laught profusly.
He blushed (just a bit). It was funny seeing the great Tim freakin' Shepard blush.
"Shut up." and with that he closed the door.