Today's Story requests:
panda chapter 24 .
Yeah you updated :) OK so here's another suggesten Steve is watching pony because everyone else is doing something exsept Steve and pony and Scott get in a fight about something and pony comes home crying and Steve comforts him
BagelsandBroadway chapter 6 . (Hmm, I don't know about two weeks, I'll see what I can do, -Kylelover101)
Ponyboy gets sent to the reformatory for two weeks.
TheWorldWillKnow chapter 4 .
Have Ponyboy get really sick, (like anemia or something) and he has to spend the night in the hospital and like the whole gang stays with him. Just do something like really fluffy.
Goldenthorns chapter 24 .
Oh meh gersh this chapter was cute! What if Pony got (in Soda's eyes) kidnapped?
MakorraGal312 chapter 24 . (Hurt poor Johnny? Oh no. . . uh. . . .THINK, THINK, THINK! I'll see what I can do, -Kylelover101)
These stories are awesome!
Suggestion: Scott ends up hurting Johnny (verbally) and Ponyboy sees everything and tells him to stop bothering him and leave, much to his brothers' amusement.
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) Scott and Violet however.
Warnings for this chapter:
Some language, regression, slight-spanking and humiliation.
Chapter 24
"Any luck finding a job?" Ponyboy asked, laying on his stomach in the living room next to Scott. The two laid side-by-side, Ponyboy reading a book and Scott flipped through the channels on the TV.
"No," Scott sighed, "I did get a call back from Sears though."
Ponyboy smiled sweetly, "You'll find a job, Scott. Don't worry."
"No Pony, that's where you're wrong." Scott sighed, Ponyboy frowned. "All my life, I didn't have to work for anything I got. This is new and sort of freaking me out a little bit. I've never done work, chores or any real manual labor in my life."
"Oh, poor Scott!" A sarcastic moan came from Dallas as he walked past the two love-birds, heading for the kitchen.
Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm a little nervous about getting a job. I mean, what if I screw up?"
Ponyboy smiled, kissing his cheek. "You won't. Just try your best. You'll be working in no time." Scott smirked, shaking his head.
"I mean, I don't like the lifestyle you Greasers have: working till you die." He muttered, changing the channel on the TV for the thousandth time. Ponyboy frowned, his eyebrows knitting close together in confusion and slight anger.
"What do you mean by, 'Us Greasers'?" He asked, sitting up some.
Scott glanced over at Ponyboy. "And what's with the slogan of: Working will you die? What's that about?" Ponyboy demanded to know. What Scott said made Ponyboy think of Darry. Darry who worked too hard in his twenty years of living.
Scott cocked an eyebrow "Well, it's true." He said. How did Ponyboy not see that?
Ponyboy exhaled a breath through his nose, he clearly wasn't happy. Johnny, an innocent bystander, turned his head out from the kitchen, smirking at the show he was watching.
"Well, I don't appreciate what you just said, Scott." Ponyboy growled. "The way you said it makes me sound like I'm not going anywhere in life."
Scott frowned, "Poor people usually don't, Ponyboy."
Ponyboy felt hot tears form in his eyes and he chucked his book at the blonde's head. "OW! What was that for?" Scott cried, tenderly nursing the bruise on the back of his head. Ponyboy huffed, stomping away, out the front door, just in time for Darry and Soda to climb out of the truck holding groceries to see the sight of Ponyboy stomping away from Scott, who tried to follow him.
Darry and Soda shared a happy glance, hoping Ponyboy was in the process of leaving Scott.
"Ponyboy, Pony wait!" Scott called, racing to catch up with Ponyboy.
"Leave me alone!" Ponyboy cried, running away from the blonde to the only place where he knew he'd find some comfort. The DX.
Steve was counting the last bit of profit out of the cash register when Ponyboy burst through the doors, surprising Steve.
"Ponyboy?" He questioned, opening his arms up slightly as the younger Greaser slammed into him, bawling and clutching on to him for dear life.
"Ponyboy, what's wrong?" Steve asked. "What happened, baby?"
Ponyboy sobbed, "Scott was scared about getting a job and said that Greasers work till we die, and-and, we don't get any-any-any where. . . in life." He sobbed loudly at the end, tears falling, creasing his cheeks. Steve frowned, stroking the auburn's hair.
"No, no, Ponyboy. That's not true at all." Steve tried to explain. Ponyboy sniffed, "Then why's Darry not at college? Why's Dally still on the streets? Why are you still here?" Steve bit his lip.
"I'm going to work till I die. I don't want that." Ponyboy cried into Steve's chest.
Steve pulled Ponyboy away, placing his hands on his shoulders.
"Ponyboy, listen to me. What Scott said to you was just him thinking that he wasn't going to do anything in life. Look, all that kid knows is nothing about work and it scares him to know he's gotta' get a job. But you Ponyboy. " Steve spoke.
"You, Ponyboy. You're going places. You're such a terrific writer, you have a wonderful imagination." Steve smiled, whipping away Pony's tears. "And there's a difference between working and a career. Working is doing the same thing over again, a career is perusing your dreams. You're going to have that, Ponyboy. Because you're smart."
Ponyboy gave a small, tender smile.
"Now, as for Dallas. Well, he hates school. Darry might do college after you turn eighteen."
"With my luck he'll enroll with me." Ponyboy rolled his eyes. Steve laughed at that. "Look Ponyboy. I know Scott may have said some things that hurt you, but maybe if you show him that he can work and still go for his dreams, then maybe he'll feel better about working."
Ponyboy nodded, he sat on the stool waiting for Steve to close up the DX and the two of them walked home. Scott was on the porch, ignoring Darry, Soda and Johnny all drinking "Celebration Cokes"inside, thinking that Ponyboy had dumped Scott. He stood up seeing Ponyboy.
"Ponyboy, look about earlier. I'm sorry about what I said." Scott apologized. "It's just, I'ms cared, I've never done this before and-"
Ponyboy giggled, "Scott, I think you'll do just fine." Scott smiled, leaning in to kiss Ponyboy but Steve pushed him away.
"I'm still here, buck-o." He growled. Walking inside Soda groaned.
"I thought you left this Chump, Ponyboy." He asked. With that, Scott smirked, holding the auburn's hand.
"Oh, no, Sodapop. What's a relationship without arguments?"
Soda growled, squeezing his Pepsi bottle so hard that it shattered.
"I plan on being with Ponyboy for a long, long. . . .Long. . . Long-long-long. . . " Scott took a deep breath, watching Soda turn red with anger.
"Long. . . long. . . LONG. . . lo-o-o-o-ong. Time." He smirked. "Might even put a ring on it."
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Soda screamed, dogging for the blonde, but Ponyboy stood in front of the two, trying to hold each other back.
Grocery shopping was always fun with Soda. He let Ponyboy ride in the back of the carts sometimes. Grocery shopping with Darry, that's a different thing.
Ponyboy yawned, stretching his arms and legs as he hopped out of the front seat of the truck. He started walking towards the store but was called back to Darry. Ponyboy was confused as Darry was standing neer the truck still. He approached him.
"What's wrong?" Ponyboy asked.
"Ponyboy we're in a parking lot!" Darry sternly spoke. Ponyboy looked around, "Had no idea." He rolled his eyes, Darry sent a threatening glare and Ponyboy held back his tongue form more comments.
"In a parking lot, you hold my hand."
Ponyboy's eyes widened. "What?!"
Darry held out his hand and Ponyboy turned, crossing his arms. "Not cool, Darry!" No way was he holding Darry's hand! He was Fourteen, not four.
"Ponyboy, either hold my hand now or I'll spank you right in front of God and everyone." Darry coolly replied. Ponyboy groaned.
"No!"
"Ponyboy-"
"I said not!"
Darry wrung his arm around Pony's thin waist, pulling him in and swatting his rump five times. Thankfully no one saw. Ponyboy sniffed, whipping away any tears.
"Now, will you hold my hand?" It wasn't a question and Ponyboy held the larger man's hand. Ponyboy was still amazed at how big Darry's hands were. Darry could cup Pony's whole hand with no problem. Ponyboy blushed and yanked his hand away as soon as they came to the carts, hoping no one saw.
Darry just chuckled, shaking his head. "Stay by me." He reminded Ponyboy.
"Yeah, yeah." Pony mumbled.
"And I better not have any problems when we leave the store. Cause you're holding my hand again."
Ponyboy groaned.
News of Curly Shepard going to the reformatory brought great joy to the Curtis household as Soda, Dallas, Scott and Steve linked arms in joy, doing a jig dance.
"He's gone!" Steve cheered.
"No more dealing with that asshole!" Scott proudly smiled.
"Now all we gotta' do is get rid of you," Soda smirked, "HEY!" Scott glared.
Two-bit looked over from cartoons in surprise seeing Ponyboy packing a lunch. "Where are you going?" He asked. Ponyboy looked up.
"The Reformatory." Ponyboy replied.
"What?!" Soda screamed. "What for? You have no business being there."
Ponyboy frowned, "I just want to say goodbye to Curly before he leaves. I mean, he's being sent away for a year."
Scott folded his arms. "Well, I don't trust him. If you're dead set on going, then I'm going too."
"And I don't trust him," Dallas nudged Scott, "So I'm going too."
"Why don't you all go?" Ponyboy smiled. "It might be fun." Everyone looked at each other and soon they were piled up in Ponyboy's car with Steve driving. Two-bit, Johnny, Scott and Steve didn't say much when they saw Curly Shepard in cuffs standing outside the buss. He wore an orange jumper with a number on it.
"Well, well. I wasn't expecting anyone. Much less an army." He snickered. Curly had just gotten done talking to Tim and Angela and Ponyboy Curtis surprised him by bringing the whole clan, minus Darry.
"Curly, you're going to be away for a whole year," Ponyboy frowned. "You have friends that will miss you, I'm sure."
Curly smiled sweetly at Ponyboy. Good, kind-heart Ponyboy. Curly glanced at Scott who kept his eye on Ponyboy, Soda did too.
"Don't I get a goodbye?" Curly glared at the two blondes.
"Sayonara." Scott mumbled.
"Don't come back." Soda pouted.
"You guys." Ponyboy whined, he turned to see Curly chuckle. "Never mind them Ponyboy. . . .Do I get a goodbye?" Curly slurred.
"Oh! That's right!" Ponyboy handed Curly the sack lunch he made. "Inside there's chocolate cake, some sandwiches for the road and I put a Pepsi in there too."
"You'd think he'd be sending Curly off to summer camp!" Two-bit whispered to Johnny.
"uh. . . Two-bit. Ponyboy thinks the Reformatory is summer camp. Darry and Soda lied to him after Ponyboy asked what it was."
Two-bit glanced over at the fuming Sodapop.
"Yeah, I could see that," He whispered back.
"Well, bye Curly." Ponyboy frowned, waving as a guard told all juveniles to say goodbye to their families and get on the bus.
"Baby Curtis." Curly practically begged. "I'm sorry but. . . Could I just, have one?" He asked. "Please?"
"One what, Curly?" Pony innocently asked. Scott and Soda gasped.
Curl leaned in closely to Ponyboy and Soda and Scott darted to the curly haired greaser, Scott kicked him in the stomach and Soda punched him in the jaw.
"Tránh xa từ bé của tôi em-trai!"* Soda's scream was the last thing Curly heard while scrambling on the bus.
Soda woke to the painful moans of Ponyboy Curtis. He quickly turned on a light and saw in fear Ponyboy's back covered in sweat as his shirt stuck to him. Ponyboy whimpered into his pillow as Soda tried to gently shake him awake.
"Ponyboy, wake up!" Soda softly spoke. Ponyboy cried in pain and this stung the blonde's heart. "Baby, what's wrong?" Soda tried to help Ponyboy sit up, but it was too much for the little greaser and he gagged as his dinner left his system.
"Oh baby." Soda shushed the boy as he gently tried to take Ponyboy's soaking wet shirt off of him. Ponyboy dry-heaved and whimpered as he hunched over the bed, Soda made a mental note to wash the sheets.
"Ponyboy, wait right here." Soda firmly spoke, leaving the room to get Darry.
"Darry!" Soda called, waking up the large man as he tried to sleep in his bed. "Soda? What's wrong?" Darry mumbled.
"It's Ponyboy, he's throwing up sick, Darry." Soda replied, leaving the room and racing downstairs to find some medicine. For it being the middle of the night, when it came to Pony's health, Soda was wide awake. While Darry comforted the boy, trying to coax him into putting on another shirt, Soda came back with some cherry medicine, a spoon and the thermometer. Ponyboy didn't put up a fight, he was so weak, and allowed Darry to spoon feed him the medicine.
"Kiddo, you're burning up, let me take your temperature." Darry spoke, Ponyboy slowly opened his mouth and when the stick touched his tongue, he closed his mouth. They waited in silence for a minute until the thermometer beeped. Darry's eyes widened.
"Soda, start the car, we're going to the hospital." Darry spoke, picking up the soaked sheets and ruined blankets Ponyboy threw up on and tossed them in the washer while Soda helped a whimpering Ponyboy to his feet.
Steve woke up to all the commotion. "What's going on?" He asked Sodapop, who was slowly helping Ponyboy down the steps.
"Ponyboy threw up, he's at a fever of a hundred and three, help me Steve." After Steve and Soda helped Ponyboy on weak legs down the steps, Scott had woken up.
"What's happening?" He asked. "Pony?"
Ponyboy shivered, his face was pale. "C-cold." He shuttered. Scott took off his hoodie and placed it on Ponyboy, it was rather large for Ponyboy and it draped on him. Darry wrote a note and stuck it on the fridge saying they were going to be at the hospital and he'd call back soon. Ponyboy curled up in the back against Sodapop and Steve while Scott was in front with Darry as they drove to the emergency room.
"Okay, Ponyboy. Nice and slow." Darry coaxed.
Ponyboy Curtis was admitted shortly after and left Darry, Scott, Steve and Soda waiting in the waiting room.
"This is stupid, where's Ponyboy?" Soda asked.
"Soda, it's two in the morning, be quiet." Darry mumbled, "They took him to check on him." Sodapop huffed, the last time Ponyboy was in the hospital, Pony had to have his appendix removed. He hated it when Ponyboy was in the hospital. Hospitals scared Ponyboy and he didn't want his baby scared. Thankfully less than an hour later, Pony's doctor came out.
"Well, Mr. Curtis I'll have to admit, Ponyboy's pretty lucky he came in here at the time he did. He had a temperature of one-hundred-and-four."
Soda's eyes widened. It went up?!
"Can't you die from that?" Steve asked.
The doctor nodded, "We placed Ponyboy in a tub of cold water. He's showing a temperature drop as we speak. As of now, he's not keeping fluids down so we'd like to keep him for a day or two."
Darry nodded, "When can we see him?" Soda asked.
"Not right now, but I can take you outside his room. We'll have to get him dressed." The four men followed the doctor and five minutes later they were allowed to see Ponyboy. Ponyboy was in such a painful condition. His head felt heavy, his stomach hurt and he was hot, but if you took the blankets off of him, then he was freezing.
Ponyboy whimpered in his sleep. Soda grabbed his hand.
"It's okay, baby."
Ponyboy took a deep breath, falling back into a dreamless sleep.
"It'll be okay."
THIS was the reason why Soda was the person he is today. Because of THIS reason. Only time would tell if Ponyboy would be okay or not.
Translation: *Tránh xa từ bé của tôi em-trai = "Stay Away From My Kid-Brother!"
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