Today's Story requests: (EVERYONE! This is my longest Chapter yet!)
Gamblers Are Never Happy chapter 20 .
Sorry for not reviewing in such awhile, but I have been reading, though! Suggestions? Well, maybe a new gang of hoods is running around Tulsa and jump Ponyboy, Scott saves him, and maybe gains respect from the Curtis gang? Anyways, update soon! XD
kcototheyoyoyo chapter 20 . (# yurbaby'sgone? . . . .I'm gonna' tweet that, if you don't mind ;) -Kylelover101)
Thank you for seeing my last suggestion on chapter 19!
Scott could be totally fed up with pony's family and "take things further", get caught by the entire gang, and have pony stick up for him as pony tells everyone he isn't a baby anymore. # yurbaby'sgone
Goldenthorns chapter 20
Oh meh gersh a puppy! Poor scott though...what if pony is taking his new puppy for a walk and socs attack him! The puppy protects him!
Drarry2 chapter 20 .
I think Scott should over here Darry and soda talking about money and then Scott pays got soda new leg
Samie TW-1D-Merlin-RotG chapter 20 .
Yasssss! Finally maybe the gang will finally see how perfect pony and Scott are together! Maybe next chapter have that idea that someone else posted about socs almost attack pony and then they realize that he's Scott's boy so they back off and the gang take a step towards accepting Scott. Pleaseeeeeeeee
I Don't own The Outsiders the brilliant S. E. Hinton does, although as of now, I do own Chip, Pony's Puppy (guard dog)
Warnings for this chapter:
Cursing and violence, some homophobia.
Chapter 20
"Help!" Ponyboy screamed, running down his neighborhood, hoping one of the gang could hear him. Three Socs in their mustang had chased Pony for an hour now and The Greaser was out of breath and his legs were throbbing. Pretty soon the Socs had left the Mustang and chased Pony on foot, cornering him in an ally a few blocks away from his home.
"Well, well, well. If it ain't The Famous Curtis." Ponyboy assumed was the ring leader, stepped forward, smirking at Ponyboy. "You're pretty well known now, dating our Scott, eh?"
Ponyboy blushed, "That's none of your business."
"Why were you running? All we wanted to do was talk." The brunette replied. Ponyboy didn't believe him, the last Soc that wanted "to talk" wound up giving Ponyboy a shiner. Ponyboy backed away.
"Leave me alone!" He barked.
"And here we were wanting to give you a little bit of respect, I mean Scott's one of our leaders. But you wanna' act like a little bitch, then you'll get treated as such." Ponyboy whimpered as the Socs came closer.
From the porch on The Curtis residence, Chip looked up from his puppy bed. Something in the air didn't smell right and usually his master was home by now.
He could hear some shouting, one of the voices matched his master's. He growled a fierce growl for a puppy, letting his little teeth show as he barked, jumping off the porch, running to the voices.
"Please, let me go!" Ponyboy cried, one Soc held his arm so he couldn't escape.
"We just want what everyone else wants, Curtis." One Soc smirked, taking off his jacket. Ponyboy didn't know what these Socs wanted; money? To beat him? Why would they want to harm him if they're Scott's friends? Didn't one just say they were going to show him respect?
Before Ponyboy could try and escape again, he heard a little bark and a yelp from a Soc. Ponyboy's eyes widened seeing Chip had come to his rescue, biting the lead Soc in his butt.
"Get him off!" The Soc cried. A blonde Soc went to grab the dog, but Chip let go and jumped in his face, nipping his hair and scratching at his face.
"AW! Let go, let go!" The blonde cried. The raven Soc that held Pony's arm cringed in fear as his buddies ran off from the dog and the dog growled at the man holding Ponyboy. Ponyboy cringed looking away as the Soc screeched in pain, covering his privet area. The raven Soc let go of Pony running after his buddies in an awkward way and the pup let go of the Soc trotting back to his master.
"Oh, Chip." Pony cried, happily. "You save me!"
He allowed the puppy to jump at him, smothering his face with puppy licks and nuzzles.
Later that night, Ponyboy, Darry and Soda stood on the porch while Steve, Johnny and Two-bit stood on the lawn. Dallas slowly approached the chocolate-puppy with a spike collar.
"As reward for saving a fellow greaser." Dallas smirked, hooking the collar on Chip. "I now see that as of today, Chocolate-Chip Curtis is now not only a fellow member, but loyal guard Dog."
Everyone clapped and Ponyboy kissed his puppy. "I love you Chip."
Chip wagged his little tail.
"Darrel, are you sure you don't need any help?" Mrs. Curtis leaned down to help her husband unload picnic items from the trunk but Mr. Curtis waved her off.
"Nah, I got this baby. Go on and find a nice spot for lunch." He smiled sweetly at her. She bit her lip, nodding. She then turned, her blonde curls bouncing off her shoulders to watch her three boys, Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy toss a football around.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the weather was nice and a cool breeze blessed the town of Tulsa with pleasant weather. Mrs. Curtis admired her boys lovingly. Darry was going into college soon as he was now finishing up his last year of High School. Mrs. Curtis would be lying if she didn't feel a bit sad about the idea of her first born graduating soon. Her eldest child had grown up so fast, almost six-feet tall and towered over her, the same height as her husband. Darry looked up to his father so much they even worked together so Darry could pay for college.
Then there was Sodapop, her second child. Soda was a wild, energetic boy, always smiling. Soda was such a carefree boy, although as much as she hoped he was a little more focused in school and studied more, Soda always managed to barley pass school. She couldn't understand why he didn't try harder, he was smarter than he gave himself credit for. Soda was into cars and girls, something Mrs. Curtis would roll her eyes at. He was fifteen and already falling for the girls. She'd keep a close eye on him and the girls he'd bring home.
Then there was Ponyboy. She smiled seeing he caught the ball Darry tossed. Ponyboy was her little-colt, her youngest, she had keep a slight protective eye on him since before he was born. With Ponyboy, she had a pregnancy scare of an early birth and he was born prematurely. Ponyboy was a growing boy, just like his brothers, but more slower. He wasn't into girls or cars like Soda (thank Goodness) and as much as he didn't like to admit, he was a mama's boy. He was always in her arms being hugged after a bad day from school or if he were sick. Ponyboy was babied and doted on, even by Darrel and his older brothers. He was so smart and creative, she'd take a peak at his drawings every once in a while in amazement. Her smile faded when she saw Ponyboy jumping on Soda's back as she leaped to Darry.
"You boys be careful!" She called, straightening the table cloth across a picnic table.
"Kay' ma!" Soda replied.
Mr. Curtis came back with napkins, plates and the picnic basket. "What's wrong?" He asked, kissing his wife's cheek. She smiled, shrugging.
"I don't know." She sighed. She looked over at Pony, Soda and Darry. All three of her boys were growing up so quickly. Ponyboy was almost out of middle school and Soda was going to be a Sophomore in High school, then you got Darry who is talking about leaving for college.
"Ah, I know something is wrong, dream. What's on your mind?" Darrel Curtis smiled, sitting down next to his wife.
She sighed, "It's just, the boys are growing up. I mean Pony just turned thirteen not too long ago and then Soda's started seeing a girl, Sandy was it? And Darry's saving up for college and all. . . ."She trailed off, watching her boys toss around the football Darry seemed to carry all over the Earth. Darrel smiled, wrapping his arm around his wife, pulling her close to him to kiss her temple.
"I know they're growing up. But that's why we're having this picnic, love. Slow things down, even if it's just for an afternoon." Darrel called the boys over and they all had a nice lunch of sandwiches and fruit.
"So, Soda." Darrel started. "School starts soon,"
Soda rolled his eyes, "Don't remind me. I hate school."
"I like it." Pony mumbled.
"That's cause you're homework is easy. Try doing Algebra, Pones." Soda smirked, nudging Ponyboy. "Sodapop, I expect you to try this year, apply yourself." Darrel spoke.
Soda nodded, "Okay, Dad."
"Darry, any thoughts of college?" Mrs. Curtis asked. Darry nodded. "Yeah, I'm thinking about just going to Community college here in Tulsa, then maybe going to Tulsa State or maybe transfer out of state." Mrs. Curtis swallowed at that thought. One of her children out of the State? Just like any other mother, she worried. Before she could put her input on Darry's decision, Darrel moved to Ponyboy.
"So Pony, last year of middle school, excited?" He smiled, Ponyboy shrugged, giving off a small smile. "I guess. I just want to be done with it, it's boring and kids are cruel." Darry and Soda laughed to that. "Oh, Pones. Just wait till high school, it gets worse." Soda added, making Mrs. Curtis more uncomfortable. Ponyboy was small for his age and he was put up a year in elementary school, meaning he was a year behind in "body-developments" than the other kids in his grade. She, once again, began to worry.
"Well, you kids done yet? Cause we got stuff to do." Darrel asked, standing up.
Darry, Soda and Ponyboy looked confused. What Stuff? They planned on playing football all afternoon. They groaned seeing Darrel had bought a camera.
"Aw, I hate when my pictures are taken." Soda mumbled, "Can we not?"
Darrel frowned, "Sodapop, we're taking pictures. We don't have any recent ones of your boys besides your school photos. We'd like more."
They took pictures of each boy individually leaning against a tree, it took Soda a long time to convince to not climb the tree for his picture. The boys took a picture that Mrs. Curtis nearly had a heart attack watching, which involved them sitting on each other's shoulders. With Ponyboy on the top, Mrs. Curtis was scared Pony would fall and crack his skull open. Thankfully no one was injured after the picture was taken. After a few minutes, Darry, Soda and Ponyboy sat on the grass in front of a nice flower bush and their goofy picture was taken.
Soon the skies brought an orange and yellow glow, meaning the sun was low in the sky. The family had headed home where a gang of greasers hung around the back-yard, smoking and talking. Soda left with Steve, promising to be home later tonight while Darry left to play football with a few buddies he knew from High School. Dallas and Johnny stuck around for a while before leaving and Two-bit went to Bucks. Mrs. Curtis told them all to be safe and reminded them the door was always open if they had no place to stay for the night.
Normally Pony would have followed someone, sometimes Johnny and Dallas, but tonight he stayed home. He was currently in his room drawing when Mrs. Curtis knocked on his door, entering the room.
"Hi, Little-Colt." She smiled. "Dinner will be ready soon, what are you doing?"
He shrugged, "Just drawing."
"Oh, may I see?" She smiled, walking towards his desk. She gasped in a marvelous wonder at Pony's drawing. He had taken one of the photos Darrel took form the portable camera from this afternoon and was now doing a drawing-replica.
"Oh, Ponyboy," Mrs. Curtis gasped. "It's beautiful."
Pony blushed, "It's okay." Okay? Only okay? Now, this was the work of an artist. He had drawn everything correctly, Darry's eyes, Soda's chin. Everything was in perfect detail. Ponyboy put his drawing and art utensils away and had a quiet dinner with his mother and father. A few hours later Mrs. Curtis told Ponyboy it was almost bedtime. After a bath, a change into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, Pony was getting tucked into bed.
"Um, Mama?" Pony asked while she fluffed his pillow behind his head. She gave him her full attention. "Can you not call me little-colt anymore?" He asked. She bit her lip, she could feel her heart chip and her brain went a million miles an hour. It was her mouth that spoke her thoughts.
"Why, Ponyboy?" She asked, slowly.
"Well, it's embarrassing." Pony blushed, not meeting his mother's eyes. "I hate it when people call me little." He admitted. Mrs. Curtis nodded, sitting on Pony's twin bed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Nope. She wasn't going to loose this battle. Darry was planning on leaving, Soda was already into girls and Pony was growing up. No way was the nick-name leaving.
"Well, you are my baby. So I think until Daddy and I have another child, which is a 99.9% chance of not happening, then the name stays." She smirked. Ponyboy rolled his eyes and Darrel came into the room, walking to Pony's bed.
"Hey, little-man." Again with the little! "Time for bed."
Ponyboy held back an annoyed sigh as Mrs. Curtis sat next to her child at the head of the bed, once in a while stroking her fingers through his hair while Mr. Curtis read Ponyboy a bedtime story. Ponyboy learned a long time ago that if he pretended to doze off and "fall asleep" then they'd kiss his cheeks and leave him be. Well, that plan worked again and as soon as he heard his door 'click' shut he rolled over, turning his lamp back on and continued to draw on his sketch pad.
He would glance over at his clock, an eight o' clock bedtime was pretty dumb in his mind. He liked to shift it to ten or ten-thirty. Although he had to keep a close ear out, just in case his mother came in to check on him. Some times he wasn't slick and was caught. The consequences involved loosing his sketch pad and pens and pencils until tomorrow, or worse, his bedtime was moved to an earlier time to teach him a lesson. Tonight he felt sleeping around nine. He yawned, putting his pencil down and hid his notebook under his pillow before turning out the light an falling asleep.
He never noticed his mother walk into the room to check on him, put another blanket on him and kiss him goodnight.
"Sweet dreams, my little Colt." She whispered gently.
Ponyboy Curtis opened his eyes to blink. He was laying next to Soda while Soda continued to sleep. He gripped his pillow and felt tears come to his eyes, he actually believed that when he awoke his mother would be in his room either picking out clothes for him to wear, or to wake him up for the day.
His heart sank when he realized she wasn't there. Nor was his father there.
It was just a lovely memory taken form of a dream.
Scott furiously stomped into the pool hall. He was back on his side of town, so the pool halls weren't as smoky or filled with drunks like they were on the Greaser's side. He spotted three of his friends at a table, all with wound marks and dog bites.
"Serves you all right!" He screamed, earning their attention. "Attacking my boyfriend? What the hell part of: Watch-out-for-him, don't you understand?!"
The blonde Soc with spikes in the front of his hair stood up, he and Scott were about the same height so they saw eye-to-eye.
"And what makes you think we're just suddenly going to watch out for this Grease-ball just because you're screwing one, Anderson?!"
Scott growled, "Then leave him alone! No one is to touch him!"
The blonde smirked, "Oh, I'm sure your Daddy would LOVE to hear about you and your little friend!" The Soc hissed. Scott's breathing hitched at the mention of his father. More than once he heard homophobic comments from the man and knowing he was a homosexual would only make things worse. Ponyboy's smile flashed through his face and suddenly Scott could care less what his father thought.
"Go ahead, tell him. And see how many damns I give." He stomped out of the bar, all eyes were on him. Many look betrayed or shocked, others angry or threatening. Scott was pretty sure he just ruined his whole reputation he took years to build within just two seconds.
Pony's smile, Pony's laugh, Pony's sweet kisses.
Yeah, it was worth it.
He arrived at his house in River Heights, last mansion on the left, the one with the electric gates. He was surprised when they didn't open for him when he drove right up.
"Hey! I'm locked out!" He called, seeing if anyone would hear him. He groaned and thought about jumping over; maybe the gatekeeper was in the house or on break. Before he could get over though, he saw a box of some of his personal things and his clothes outside.
He sighed sadly, gazing at the ground.
Nope. He was officially disowned. He packed up his boxes in his red sting-ray and with tears of frustration he sped as fast as he could to The Curtis'. He sat in the driveway and hit his head on the steering wheel, he cursed a few times, but most of all he shivered with fear. His family didn't want him anymore, all because of his lifestyle and it angered, confused and saddened him.
He picked up his boxes and went to knock on the door.
Darry answered. He looked confused at the boxes then shook his head. "No." He replied, about to slam the door but Scott stopped him.
"Please, I don't have anywhere else to go." Scott practically begged. Darry sighed, seeing the items in Scott's box. They looked like personal items along with a birth certificate and social security cards and medical records. Darry groaned shaking his head but slowly he opened the door allowing Scott to enter. Chip laid on the couch next to Pony and Pony stood up.
"Scott?" He asked, "What happened?"
Scott chuckled. "Oh. . . I just love you so much, Ponyboy." And he meant it. Ponyboy frowned, helping Scott set up all of his needs on the couch.
"You can stay for a week." Darry replied. "No more."
Ponyboy frowned and went to argue, but he felt Darry was being more reasonable than Sodapop who was upstairs practically throwing a fit that the Soc was in his house. Ponyboy smiled, kissing Scott's forehead goodnight. Scott smiled sweetly, watching the greaser climb the stairs to his room.
"Watch out if one of the gang comes in to sleep." Darry warned, following Pony upstairs to bed. Scott nodded and when he went to fall asleep, he heard a growl and looked up at a puppy that was towering over him, apparently not liking his company.
Scott sighed. "This night can't get any worse can it?" He asked himself. He spoke too soon when Two-bit drunkenly wobbled in from the front door.
"Evangeline?" He slurred looking at Scott.
"Oh, God." Scott groaned.
The next morning Scott immediately went to the bank to clear his account. He hoped his father hadn't drained any money out when he kicked him out. Thankfully, he still had the amount in his account and took it all. He was careful in leaving the place with a few hundred grand on him-
(A/N. Sorry to interrupt, I know this doesn't happen in real life, but I figured he's like super rich and he does want to be on the good side of the Greasers, so just go with it. Thanks, guys. -Kylelover101)
"Alright, I've got enough money to pay the Curtis for rent." He mumbled to himself walking up the drive way back to Pony's home.
"Scott?" Pony sat on the couch, covered in the blanket Scott slept with last night. "Where did you go?"
Scott went to answer but he heard shouting in the kitchen.
"Darry, we can't afford another leg for me." It was Sodapop. He and Ponyboy slowly walked to the side of the door frame to eavesdrop.
"Soda, I don't care. You need the leg, care to remind me what happened with your last leg?" Darry rolled his eyes.
"No Regrets!" Soda shouted. Darry chuckled a little and Scott entered the kitchen. "Excuse me." He started. Soda glared and Darry arched an eyebrow.
"Um. . . " He started. Pony waved him on. "Well, I cleared my account this morning and I figured I could help." Scott handed Darry a piece of paper confirming the amount he took. Darry's eyes widened and he looked over at Soda.
"We're getting you a leg today."
Ponyboy cheered and Soda groaned before smirking at Scott. "Buy two Darry, I wanna' kick this guys' ass."
Later that night Scott was given complements and Solom 'thank yous' Soda showed off his new prosthetic leg to the gang. It was auto-mail, rather wooden so it was easier to walk and wouldn't break as easily.
"I'd hate to be the Soc that crosses Soda!" Two-bit cheered. "Imagine the ass whoop you'd get from that leg." Soda turned, smirking at Scott. "Why yes. . . could you only imagine?"
Scott rolled his eyes before Darry declared it was getting late. Everyone wished each other a goodnight, Two-bit and Dallas went to a party while Johnny bunked with Steve. Scott had the whole living room to himself. He began to think about the new-life he was going to have here at The Curtis'. He grew up to hate Greasers, they were nothing but low-life humans who didn't better themselves or want to do anything in life but crime and drugs.
He couldn't help but smile at how wrong he had been. Then he thought about Ponyboy, at first the Soc just wanted to get in the Greaser's pants because he was curious about his own sexuality and not to mention Ponyboy was a hot piece of ass. But soon the Greaser touched his heart and he grew to being content with just being neer the greaser. He grew to love Ponyboy.
Speaking of Ponyboy. . . the Greaser slowly crept out of bed, tip-toeing downstairs to smile at Scott. Slowly he climbed on top of him on the couch, kissing his jaw.
Scott's eyes opened slightly. "Pony? Wha-"
"Sssh." Pony softly pushed his finger to Scott's lips. "Well. . . .I'm ready." He added with a devilish smirk.
Ooooooh. What's Ponyboy mean by Ready?! I know, major C-block for some of you, but that'll make the next chapter even more juicy. :)
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