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It was a Saturday, and I woke up to something falling over in my bedroom. I rubbed my eyes and looked over to see Ponyboy Curtis trying to pick up a lamp that he knocked off my nightstand, "Hm, can I help you, stranger?"
He looked up, and smiled a bit, "Sorry about your lamp. It's not broken, though."
I nodded and went to my closet, looking for something to wear, "So what brings you over here this morning?"
"Don't you mean, 'What brings you over here this afternoon?'" He replied, setting the lamp back on the table.
"Huh? What time is it?" I couldn't have slept that long.
"About two." He walked over to my closet and picked up a red shirt and a long black skirt, "I think you should wear this, Lucy."
"Ooh. Has Ponyboy Curtis been reading some of my magazines, again?" I said with a small laugh.
"Yeah, you know it," He said, sarcasticly, "But yeah, you need to come on!"
"Wait, come on for what?" He still hadn't answered my question.
"Tonight a new president is going into office and we need to write a paper on it, remember?" He asked.
"Oh, right. My money's on Kennedy!" I said, shooing him out so I could get dressed.
When I finished, I put on a little make-up and headed out the door for the Curtis' after saying bye to my mom.
You see, my dad left us when I was just seven years old. My mom never really told me the real reason he left. She always told me that he went to the grocery store, and when I'd ask her about a month after he left, she would make up some excuse like, 'Oh the grocery store isn't holding the type of cookies that your father has a taste for, so he has to wait there till they get them in stock.' I always seemed to believer her until my old friend Billy Jean's dad walked out on her mom and her. Then I knew the truth, and I knew that he wouldn't come back after he got the right brand of cookies.
We got to the Curtis' at about 2:20. The election came on tv at 6:00, I think.
I plopped myself down on the couch and entertained myself with a quarter by spinning it on the coffee table until it'd fall over. All seemed to be going well with myself entertaining myself until Curly Shepard walked in and took my quarter, "Yes! Now I can take my date out to the Nightly Double and not have them crawl under a fence. Thanks, Lucy Goosey"
I rolled my eyes, but let him keep the quarter, "Yes! Now I can entertain myself by sitting here and staring at that little crack in the wall." I said with a little smirk.
"Or, you could entertain yourself by staring at me, instead of that crack in the wall." He said with a wink.
"Yeah, I would be pretty entertained by keeping my eyes on that goofy face of your's for more than five seconds!" I said with a smirk.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're hilarious. But you've been looking at me for at least ten seconds straight, now.." He said with raised eyebrows.
"Well, let's just say it's like a 24-hour illness."
"Well then, how about you put that illness to good use and come with me to the Nightly Double tonight." He said as he sat down next to me and put his arm around me.
I heard someone come in the door and go into the kitchen. I didn't do anything because I still couldn't believe what words had just met my ears.
I raised my eyebrows, "Wow. Uhm, is Curly Shepard asking me out on a date?"
"I guess you could say that.." I wasn't even looking at him but it was like I could feel him grinning.
"If I say yes, then will you promise not to try anything tonight?" I asked, looking him over.
He raised his hands, "Hey, everybody knows that Curly Shepard doesn't try anything until he's known the girl at least 24 hours." He exclaimed.
"... But, Curly. You've known me for like, three years." I said, looking confused.
"Exactly." He said, then he kept his eyes on me until he left the house.
I looked down at my hands and raised my eyebrows, "Looks like you've got a night ahead of yourself, Lucy Caldwell."
Just then I heard someone say something, "And what kind of a night would that be?"
I looked up and saw Sodapop sitting in Darry's recliner, "Oh, uh.. nothing. Curly Shepard asked me to go out tonight, it's gonna be a long, dreadful night, because I can't stand the boy." I said, lying.
You see, ever since I had become friends with Ponyboy in sixth grade, Curly has been hanging around with us. He really annoyed me until one day I just started seeing him as a person instead of a little heathen boy, that happend in the eighth grade. Now we were freshmen. I was fifteen, but I had to take sixth grade twice because the first time, I had missed too much school. And since the eighth grade, I guess you could say that I've kind of had a little thing for Curly. I have no idea why, because the only time I've ever seen him be caring is when Ponyboy's parents died, and he only did that because his friend was having a hard time with everything.
Sodapop snapped me back into reality with his hand waving in my face, "Hellooo? Earth to Lucy..."
"Whaa!? Oh, sorry. What were we talking about?" I asked in confusion.
He looked at me, "Nothing. Dinner's done, after that we're gonna watch the election." He headed into the kitchen.
I shook my head and got up and headed to the kitchen, "Ugh. Blue spaghetti, again? What is that, like the third time this week?"
Pony looked up, "Actually it's the forth, but you weren't here on Thursday." He said, with a smirk.
"Smart ass." I said, under my breath, then I got my spaghetti and sat down across from Ponyboy.
"So what did you and Curly talk about?" He asked, looking down at his spaghetti.
"Nothing, really. But I am going out with him tonight.." I said, keeping my eyes locked on my spaghetti.
"Wait, I thought you hated him? What happend?" I could feel his eyes creating big lazer craters in the side of my face.
"I dunno, pity date.. I guess. Oh! That reminds me, I'm gonna need to be dropped off at the Nightly Double at nine."
Sodapop turned around, "I'll take you, I'm not really interested in who the next president is.."
I nodded, "Alright. So, Pony.. you're gonna have to tell me who won tonight, kay?"
"So you're coming back here after?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'll probably leave at about eleven." I told him, finishing up my spaghetti.
This made him look up from his spaghetti, "Really? Curly's dates don't usually end till the next morning, if you know what I mean..."
I got up with my plate and smacked him in the arm, "Ponyboy, you know that's not gonna happen."
He smirked, "That's what all of his other dates said, too."
I rolled my eyes and put my plate in the sink then went to the couch and started watching the presidential election.
Author's Note: Okay, so there ya go! Do you guys want a CurlyOC romance? If so, review and tell me! Thanks :
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