Chocolate and Vanilla
Chapter 3: Meeting the mother and little sister.
Author Notes: Holy moo-cow! We're gettin' so many reviews from everyone! All Dirge and I can say, is thank you so much! We're really glad everyone's liking the story so much. Don't worry, there's still lots more to come, so don't go away!
Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, mild swearing (mostly Two-Bit. XD), and some sexual references. Nothing too graphic though. :3
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Pony nodded and followed Two-Bit down the street. He had only been to Two-Bit's house a few times and each of the times, it was usually very messy. Mind you, with only his mom and little sister around, it wasn't such a huge surprise. Pony quite liked Mrs. Matthews. She was a small lady, with Two-Bit's sense of humor. They were so, very much alike.
The three walked down the sidewalk, kicking pebbles as they went. Pony and Johnny were walking in silence, while the oldest one tried to make up a conversation. Two-Bit turned to walk backwards and almost tripped over a hard pebble that slid under his cowboy boot. Stumbling, he caught himself before he fell, hearing Pony and Johnny snicker at him quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows, then grinned.
"So what kinda girls do you like, Pon?" He ran his fingers through his red hair and then curled his cowlick around a finger to make sure it wasn't going flat on him. Everyone knew that Two-Bit liked blondes; if you didn't, you had to be really stupid. Or not know Two-Bit at all. Or both.
"Uhm... well..." Pony clasped his hands behind his back and shuffled his feet a bit. Truthfully, he didn't like girls all that much, but he didn't want Two-Bit to find that out. "I like... redheads..." Inside, Pony was panicking. What if Two-Bit found out? He didn't want to be labeled an outcast of the gang. He wanted to make sure that Johnny was okay with it, first before he did anything.
"Redheads, eh?" Two-Bit grinned with pride; maybe Pony COULD like him. He had red hair after all. Real red. Even if he wasn't a fiery-type of person. He ran his hand through his hair absentmindedly and turned his attention back to the dark-haired boy.
"So Johnny, what type of girls do you like?" He questioned, grey eyes curious.
Johnny was quiet and you couldn't tell if he was thinking, hadn't heard Two-Bit, or was just plain out ignoring him. After a few seconds, Two-Bit shrugged, obviously assuming Johnny didn't want to answer. He continued to walk backwards, whistling some undistinguishable tune, hands jammed in his pockets when Johnny finally spoke.
"I like girls with green eyes." He said simply.
"Green eyes, eh?" Two-Bit tilted his head, then shrugged. "What kind of hair color?"
Johnny shook his head. "I like reddish hair." Same monotone answer. Two-Bit perked an eyebrow, once again.
Pony listened to Two-Bit and Johnny talk, looping his fingers in his belt loops. He tried not to blush; what Johnny had said, described Pony perfectly. While he was listening, he didn't really think about his answer to the oldest greaser; he didn't realize what he had said, fit Two-Bit's appearance.
"What kinda... personality?" Two-Bit was still curiously prodding the sixteen-year-old for answers. Johnny just said nothing.
The youngest one snuck another look at the dark-skinned one, who was still silent. "You okay, Johnny?" Johnny glanced timidly over at Pony, then moved a little closer to him. With a barely audible voice, he answered.
"Yeah, I'm okay." His black eyes were still on the ground, afraid to look up. They were starting to near Two-Bit's house now and Two-Bit could be seen bounding off towards the front lawn and the gleeful giggling of his little sister. The redhead sat next to his mother, giving her a small kiss on the cheek.
"Hi mom!" He said and the short, wild-haired woman smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Hello Keith! Got a job yet?" She teased playfully. It was obviously which of Two-Bit's parents he got most of his traits from. Unlike Two-Bit though, his mother had hazel eyes, wrinkled with laughter, age and stress. Pony and Johnny had followed Two-Bit onto the lawn, but stayed back a little as Two-Bit's mother poked fun at her son. They tried not to laugh, at the expression that was on his face.
"Aww, you know I can't do that." Two-Bit grinned, but his mother just shook her head. Suddenly, Two-Bit was pounced on by an equally redheaded little girl, laughing and hugging her older brother.
"Two-Bit!" She squealed gleefully and clung to him, while he patted her on the head. The older greaser grinned as she started questioning him about every little thing under the sun, from what he did that day, to why he always had a cowlick. He'd just smile and tell her he'd talk later.
"Fine! But when you get home, you tell me everything!" And the little girl ran off, to continue playing with her various dolls.
Two-Bit picked himself up off the steps and wandered into the house behind him for a moment, up to his room to get his car keys. While he was gone, his mother began questioning the younger boys.
"So how are you two? I don't see you very often."
"We're good," Pony said, with a small, polite smile. "You should come over to our house sometime, for dinner or something. We'd love to have you around one night. Darry wouldn't mind at all; I'm sure he'd love the company." Pony looked towards Two-Bit's little sister and gave her a small wave. "And I'm sure she'd love to come and hang out with the gang for a bit too. She really seems to love Two-Bit a lot."
Mrs. Matthews just ran her work-worn hands through her frizzy, wild, rusty-read hair and sighed deeply. "I'd love to sometime, but I work a lot now, to keep things together. Maybe for Christmas or something, if that's alright?" She gave a grin that looked a lot like Two-Bit's.
"Yeah, we could do that." Pony smiled at the older woman.
Two-Bit's sister had approached Johnny by then, looking up at the small sixteen-year-old, her innocent face full of curiosity. "Who're you?" She asked in a bossy tone. Johnny just shrugged and said simply, "Johnny." The little girl nodded, having questioned him enough and wandered over to Pony. "And who're you, Mister?" She demanded, pointing a small finger up at him.
Pony looked down at the little girl and smiled. "Ponyboy." She blinked twice and stared up at the fourteen-year-old in disbelief; she let her mind process his name information and suddenly burst out laughing. "You have a funny name!" She giggled madly and said. "Do you eat hay and let people ride you too?!"
Pony had a bit of an indignant expression on his face, from being laughed at by the little girl. Mind you, he didn't mind too much. He was constantly getting reactions like that from anyone he tells his name too. His teachers still find it a bit funny.
She would have continued to poke fun at Pony, when Two-Bit's mom yelled at her to stop being rude. The little girl tried to stifle her laughter. "I'm sorry, but it's real funny!" The girl was smiling widely and wander off to bother Johnny some more.
"Mom, I need to clean my room." Two-Bit's voice came from the doorway. His mom stood up and punched his left shoulder.
"Fine Keith, I'll handle it as usual. You never do anythin' to help anyways." She smiled; but it wasn't necessarily sarcasm. Two-Bit just shook his head.
"Come on you two hoods." He grinned at Pony; the indignant expression on his face from being laughed at was cute. Johnny just snorted and stated Two-Bit was more a hood than both him and Pony put together.
Pony stretched his arms up over his head, turning to face Two-Bit's mother. "It was really nice seeing and talkin' to you again, Mrs. Matthews. You know where to reach us if you need anythin'." He turned back around to the little girl and gave her a small wave. "We'll see you around too, kay?"
The little girl blew a raspberry at Pony, giggling madly. Mrs. Matthews smiled softly, her aged, worn face wrinkling slightly. Two-Bit wandered off the front steps, keys jingling in his hand. With a lopsided smile, he wandered towards his pale blue car, which looked pretty beat up. But greasers didn't have the money for expensive things.
Johnny approached Pony as Two-Bit fiddled with his keys, trying to find the right one. He could hear Two-Bit's muttering of, "That's the key to Sharon's house, Sarah's house, my house key..." and Johnny knew he was safe.
"Pony?" He said quietly. Before Pony could answer, Johnny came close, wrapped his arms around Pony's small waist and hugged him. Johnny quickly pulled away and wandered towards the fumbling Two-Bit. Pony stood there, stiff as a board, eyes wide.
"Ah, found it!" Two-Bit grinned pridefully and looked over at the suddenly-appearing Johnny. Cocking an eyebrow, he unlocked his car and hopped in the front seat.
"Pony, come up!" Two-Bit yelled at the stupefied Ponyboy. The youngest greaser was still standing there, stiff as a board. Finally he snapped out of it and blushed. Pony walked over to the light blue car and got into the front seat, as Johnny had already taken the front. Two-Bit waved to Mrs. Matthews and his little sister, pulling out of the driveway.
Pony looked out the window at the passing scenery, listening to Johnny and Two-Bit make small talk. He rested his head on the cold window and just stared at the trees and people they were passing. 'I really need to tell him soon...' Pony thought, his eyes wandering to the black-haired, sixteen-year-old. 'Hopefully tonight sometime...'.
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Hope you guys like!
~Kashew and Silent Dirge
September 29 2003 - October 14 2003
Chapter 3: Meeting the mother and little sister.
Author Notes: Holy moo-cow! We're gettin' so many reviews from everyone! All Dirge and I can say, is thank you so much! We're really glad everyone's liking the story so much. Don't worry, there's still lots more to come, so don't go away!
Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, mild swearing (mostly Two-Bit. XD), and some sexual references. Nothing too graphic though. :3
Pony nodded and followed Two-Bit down the street. He had only been to Two-Bit's house a few times and each of the times, it was usually very messy. Mind you, with only his mom and little sister around, it wasn't such a huge surprise. Pony quite liked Mrs. Matthews. She was a small lady, with Two-Bit's sense of humor. They were so, very much alike.
The three walked down the sidewalk, kicking pebbles as they went. Pony and Johnny were walking in silence, while the oldest one tried to make up a conversation. Two-Bit turned to walk backwards and almost tripped over a hard pebble that slid under his cowboy boot. Stumbling, he caught himself before he fell, hearing Pony and Johnny snicker at him quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows, then grinned.
"So what kinda girls do you like, Pon?" He ran his fingers through his red hair and then curled his cowlick around a finger to make sure it wasn't going flat on him. Everyone knew that Two-Bit liked blondes; if you didn't, you had to be really stupid. Or not know Two-Bit at all. Or both.
"Uhm... well..." Pony clasped his hands behind his back and shuffled his feet a bit. Truthfully, he didn't like girls all that much, but he didn't want Two-Bit to find that out. "I like... redheads..." Inside, Pony was panicking. What if Two-Bit found out? He didn't want to be labeled an outcast of the gang. He wanted to make sure that Johnny was okay with it, first before he did anything.
"Redheads, eh?" Two-Bit grinned with pride; maybe Pony COULD like him. He had red hair after all. Real red. Even if he wasn't a fiery-type of person. He ran his hand through his hair absentmindedly and turned his attention back to the dark-haired boy.
"So Johnny, what type of girls do you like?" He questioned, grey eyes curious.
Johnny was quiet and you couldn't tell if he was thinking, hadn't heard Two-Bit, or was just plain out ignoring him. After a few seconds, Two-Bit shrugged, obviously assuming Johnny didn't want to answer. He continued to walk backwards, whistling some undistinguishable tune, hands jammed in his pockets when Johnny finally spoke.
"I like girls with green eyes." He said simply.
"Green eyes, eh?" Two-Bit tilted his head, then shrugged. "What kind of hair color?"
Johnny shook his head. "I like reddish hair." Same monotone answer. Two-Bit perked an eyebrow, once again.
Pony listened to Two-Bit and Johnny talk, looping his fingers in his belt loops. He tried not to blush; what Johnny had said, described Pony perfectly. While he was listening, he didn't really think about his answer to the oldest greaser; he didn't realize what he had said, fit Two-Bit's appearance.
"What kinda... personality?" Two-Bit was still curiously prodding the sixteen-year-old for answers. Johnny just said nothing.
The youngest one snuck another look at the dark-skinned one, who was still silent. "You okay, Johnny?" Johnny glanced timidly over at Pony, then moved a little closer to him. With a barely audible voice, he answered.
"Yeah, I'm okay." His black eyes were still on the ground, afraid to look up. They were starting to near Two-Bit's house now and Two-Bit could be seen bounding off towards the front lawn and the gleeful giggling of his little sister. The redhead sat next to his mother, giving her a small kiss on the cheek.
"Hi mom!" He said and the short, wild-haired woman smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Hello Keith! Got a job yet?" She teased playfully. It was obviously which of Two-Bit's parents he got most of his traits from. Unlike Two-Bit though, his mother had hazel eyes, wrinkled with laughter, age and stress. Pony and Johnny had followed Two-Bit onto the lawn, but stayed back a little as Two-Bit's mother poked fun at her son. They tried not to laugh, at the expression that was on his face.
"Aww, you know I can't do that." Two-Bit grinned, but his mother just shook her head. Suddenly, Two-Bit was pounced on by an equally redheaded little girl, laughing and hugging her older brother.
"Two-Bit!" She squealed gleefully and clung to him, while he patted her on the head. The older greaser grinned as she started questioning him about every little thing under the sun, from what he did that day, to why he always had a cowlick. He'd just smile and tell her he'd talk later.
"Fine! But when you get home, you tell me everything!" And the little girl ran off, to continue playing with her various dolls.
Two-Bit picked himself up off the steps and wandered into the house behind him for a moment, up to his room to get his car keys. While he was gone, his mother began questioning the younger boys.
"So how are you two? I don't see you very often."
"We're good," Pony said, with a small, polite smile. "You should come over to our house sometime, for dinner or something. We'd love to have you around one night. Darry wouldn't mind at all; I'm sure he'd love the company." Pony looked towards Two-Bit's little sister and gave her a small wave. "And I'm sure she'd love to come and hang out with the gang for a bit too. She really seems to love Two-Bit a lot."
Mrs. Matthews just ran her work-worn hands through her frizzy, wild, rusty-read hair and sighed deeply. "I'd love to sometime, but I work a lot now, to keep things together. Maybe for Christmas or something, if that's alright?" She gave a grin that looked a lot like Two-Bit's.
"Yeah, we could do that." Pony smiled at the older woman.
Two-Bit's sister had approached Johnny by then, looking up at the small sixteen-year-old, her innocent face full of curiosity. "Who're you?" She asked in a bossy tone. Johnny just shrugged and said simply, "Johnny." The little girl nodded, having questioned him enough and wandered over to Pony. "And who're you, Mister?" She demanded, pointing a small finger up at him.
Pony looked down at the little girl and smiled. "Ponyboy." She blinked twice and stared up at the fourteen-year-old in disbelief; she let her mind process his name information and suddenly burst out laughing. "You have a funny name!" She giggled madly and said. "Do you eat hay and let people ride you too?!"
Pony had a bit of an indignant expression on his face, from being laughed at by the little girl. Mind you, he didn't mind too much. He was constantly getting reactions like that from anyone he tells his name too. His teachers still find it a bit funny.
She would have continued to poke fun at Pony, when Two-Bit's mom yelled at her to stop being rude. The little girl tried to stifle her laughter. "I'm sorry, but it's real funny!" The girl was smiling widely and wander off to bother Johnny some more.
"Mom, I need to clean my room." Two-Bit's voice came from the doorway. His mom stood up and punched his left shoulder.
"Fine Keith, I'll handle it as usual. You never do anythin' to help anyways." She smiled; but it wasn't necessarily sarcasm. Two-Bit just shook his head.
"Come on you two hoods." He grinned at Pony; the indignant expression on his face from being laughed at was cute. Johnny just snorted and stated Two-Bit was more a hood than both him and Pony put together.
Pony stretched his arms up over his head, turning to face Two-Bit's mother. "It was really nice seeing and talkin' to you again, Mrs. Matthews. You know where to reach us if you need anythin'." He turned back around to the little girl and gave her a small wave. "We'll see you around too, kay?"
The little girl blew a raspberry at Pony, giggling madly. Mrs. Matthews smiled softly, her aged, worn face wrinkling slightly. Two-Bit wandered off the front steps, keys jingling in his hand. With a lopsided smile, he wandered towards his pale blue car, which looked pretty beat up. But greasers didn't have the money for expensive things.
Johnny approached Pony as Two-Bit fiddled with his keys, trying to find the right one. He could hear Two-Bit's muttering of, "That's the key to Sharon's house, Sarah's house, my house key..." and Johnny knew he was safe.
"Pony?" He said quietly. Before Pony could answer, Johnny came close, wrapped his arms around Pony's small waist and hugged him. Johnny quickly pulled away and wandered towards the fumbling Two-Bit. Pony stood there, stiff as a board, eyes wide.
"Ah, found it!" Two-Bit grinned pridefully and looked over at the suddenly-appearing Johnny. Cocking an eyebrow, he unlocked his car and hopped in the front seat.
"Pony, come up!" Two-Bit yelled at the stupefied Ponyboy. The youngest greaser was still standing there, stiff as a board. Finally he snapped out of it and blushed. Pony walked over to the light blue car and got into the front seat, as Johnny had already taken the front. Two-Bit waved to Mrs. Matthews and his little sister, pulling out of the driveway.
Pony looked out the window at the passing scenery, listening to Johnny and Two-Bit make small talk. He rested his head on the cold window and just stared at the trees and people they were passing. 'I really need to tell him soon...' Pony thought, his eyes wandering to the black-haired, sixteen-year-old. 'Hopefully tonight sometime...'.
Hope you guys like!
~Kashew and Silent Dirge
September 29 2003 - October 14 2003