DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS
Okay, so I was in Language Arts and I was completely bored. SO GUESS WHAT I DID. I wrote this little oneshot that probably wont be a oneshot. :)
So, Curtis's younger sister (16 yrs old. twins with Soda, soda is technically older than her, no Ponyboy in this story)
It's her birthday and SOMEONE comes over and makes it all fun and stuff :)
Ya know what sucks about being the youngest girl, actually the ONLY girl in the gang? Everyone thinks you're fragile and need to be taken care of twenty-four seven. Newsflash everyone, I'm NOT fragile piece of crystal. If I could handle Two-Bit, Dallas, AND Steve completely wasted and in MY care, then I can handle anything!
I maybe be the youngest AND Darry and Soda's sixteen year old sister, but I don't need help.
I curse (which Darry ain't too fond of), yell, spit, punch, kick, bite and most of all, I ain't a wimp. If I can handle my own against six greasers on a daily basis, I can handle anything
I can't play football, I can't pick fights, I can't drive Two-Bit's piece of shit car, I can't go to Buck's parties anymore because of…
Tim Shepherd. God, just thinking that name makes my hormones rage throughout my body…
No one knows I like him… no one. I want to keep it that way too. Who knows what the guys would say…
That hot July sixth afternoon, I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching some drag races (since Darry doesn't let me go to them anymore…), and also it's my birthday! I'm allowed to be lazy!
All day, everyone's been asking me, What's your birthday wish? Well…
Just then, someone slams the door open and closed. Only one guy… man does that…
"Hey Curtis, happy birthday." My knight in shining armor says as he sits down next to me. His arm goes around and rests behind me on the top of the couch.
I try to hold back a scream of complete lust that he is sitting RIGHT. NEXT. TO. ME!
No, bad hormones. Don't make me do something I'll regret… or maybe won't regret… God I need to stop being perverted… tomorrow.
"How's your day goin'?" Tim asks.
He always was a tad nicer to me than the guys. I don't know why, hopefully he didn't see how much I loved it when he was around…
"Eh, pretty boring I guess. You want a beer?" I ask him.
"Sure." I get up, head to the fridge, and pull out two beers; one for Tim and one for me.
What Darry doesn't know won't hurt him.
When I turn around to head back into the living room, I am greeted with the presence of the tough hood directly in front of me. I then feel a pair of lips come into contact with mine. Slowly, the beer bottles leave my hand and I hear then being set down with a soft clunk. He pulls away from me and places my head in his hands.
"Don't think I never noticed ya starin' at me. Ya like what ya see, don't ya." He says seductively. "Bitin' your lip, starin' blushin'…" he says slowly.
I don't know why I did it, maybe it was the hormones talking or maybe I finally grew some balls to finally say it.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me-." I grab his shirt and pull him aggressively to my lips. I feel his hands rest on my hips, slowly roaming underneath my shirt, eventually getting to my bra. I gasp and his tongue plunges into my mouth. The taste of beer and smoke fill my mouth and nostrils.
His hands then roam back down and slowly start to lift my butt up. I throw my legs around his waist, not letting our lips separate. He lays me down on the couch and lays on top of me, still having our lips connected.
I then feel a warm breath on my neck. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." He growls against my skin. Then when I'm not expecting it, his lips come into contact with my neck. I begin to let out soft moans of pleasure and I know he is smirking up a storm.
Softly nibbling and sucking on the skin of my neck, both of us are getting very aroused. I continue to moan, and I think I moaned loud enough that the neighbors heard me!
I lean my head back in pure ecstasy. I open my eyes and see… shit…
"Shit…" I softly mumble to myself. The whole gang is standing there, jaws dropped to the floor except for Darry's. Tim stops his nibbling and looks up.
Just as cool as he walked in, he gets up off of me. I sit up. "Well, happy birthday Curtis." He says calmly and walks out. No one tries to stop him.
Me and Darry's eyes meet. "Room. You, me. NOW." He growls at me. I slowly get up and head to my room.
I know he's my big brother, but I'm getting pretty sick and tired of him controlling me. Yes, he IS my technical "Guardian", but he's also my brother too.
I stand the in the center of my room with my arms crossed in front of my chest. I'm standing facing the door. When Darry comes in, I'm gonna be ready. No more hiding and being scared of Darry when he's angry.
He bursts in and almost breaks the door off its hinges when he closes it. "What the fuck was that huh?!" he screams. Okay, now I'm a TAD afraid…
"I don't think I need to explain myself, you saw what happened." I say rather calmly which it seems like makes him even more pissed off.
"Don't you EVER-." I cut him off.
"See him ever again, yeah yeah Darry I know the drill." He stands there completely shocked, probably because I never really stood up to him like this.
"Excuse me?" he questions.
"You heard me. Ya know what Darry," I can feel my blood boiling to a very dangerous level. "You are such a fucking asshole ya know that? I understand you are my "guardian", but that DOESN'T mean you can control my whole life! First it was I couldn't hang around Dally when he is drunk, next was I couldn't go out passed nine, THEN I couldn't go to drag races and finally I couldn't go to Buck's parties 'cuse you were worried that I would be taken advantage of. NEWSFLASH buddy boy, I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!"
I stand there, breathing heavily. Darry just stands there not saying anything.
"I'm going out." I begin to walk out of the room but stop and turn around to look at Darry. "No one follows me, got it?" I say aggressively. He only looks away from me.
I head around the corner and into the living room, passing all the guys and ignoring every comment that they had to say. I walk out of the house and once I get off the property, I bolt. I don't even give a crap where I go to tell ya the truth.
I run, and run and run. Finally, I stop to catch my breath and see myself outside of Buck's place. I look over and see a very familiar car.
Tim.
I look at the front door.
It's my birthday, and I'm gonna make my wish happen.
