i just read the rest of Tex by S.E. Hinton, i had left it unfinished months, and months, and months, ago
i saw the crossover in Tex of That Was Then, This Is Now characters
y'all noticed it too right?
i don't wanna ruin it for ya if ya haven't read it...
read Tex if you haven't!
and read Rumble Fish!
and read Taming the Star Runner!
(i just read those, too. RF seemed...harsh to me, Tex is pretty good, and TSR, i liked most of it, but something at the end irked me.)
thanks so much to Deadly Wisteria, for being the one and only to review Chapter 8
oh, and i changed the rating of my fic to PG-13
i got sick of worrying whether my fic was PG rated or not or if it really mattered
yeah y'all this is chapter nine
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"You went and saw Bryon?"
Pony spoke normally. He was a little worried. Cathy hadn't been hanging around Bryon is a long time, and Pony hadn't had to worry about his relationship ending. And now Cathy's going to see him, at his house even.
"I wanted to see how he was doing. You told me about the fight and he didn't come to school. His face..." Hers seemed horrified. "Mark is a madman."
Whoa. That was his best friend she was talking about. Mark was really his best friend. Where would he would be without Mark? Still moping around his house about Johnny and Dally? Mark got him back on his feet. He owed Mark.
Pony shook his head. "Look, Bryon got him arrested. Got his life screwed up pretty bad."
Cathy's voice sounded angry. "He used a knife on Bryon's face. A knife."
"Think about what might have happened to Mark in jail. He probably got so many knives pulled on him, and probably got beat up so bad so many times you wouldn't believe it. Think about what he had to go through." He said softly.
"Maybe he should've thought about that before he starting dealing."
Pony turned, staring straight at her. "God, Cathy."
They were both quiet, and then Cathy left through the front door. Mark had been quiet, too. They hadn't heard him listening in from the kitchen. He remembered the time when he had heard his parents...they had been talking about him, too.
Mark slid through the back door and came around front. He walked on the opposite side of the road from Cathy, concealed by the night and the fact that passing cars muffled the noises of sneakers hitting the ground.
She stopped for seconds, finally noticing something. Mark stepped out. She easily recognized him. It hadn't even been a year since she last saw him. Her breath stopped momentarily and then raced.
She was still.
"Where you headed, baby?"
She didn't answer.
"Going to, I don't know, Bryon's?"
That's where she was headed.
"I never picked you out as a girl like that..."
"Like what?" She said as steadily as she could.
"A two-timing broad."
"Shut-up." She whispered slowly, and instantly regretted it. His eyes seemed dangerous.
She began to walk away, and then suddenly he grabbed her arm. God, she felt like crying.
"Hey. I'm not done talking to you." He didn't loosen his grip, and his eyes narrowed.
"Mark!" He turned as he was slugged in the face. Bryon was on him, belting him again, and again. Pony, the name having just left his mouth, was running up the street towards them. Pony pulled Mark away from Bryon, and Mark stumbled back.
Pony was shaken up bad. He looked at Mark, and let loose. "What the f**k did you think you were doing? Huh, what the f**k?"
"What was I doing? Look at 'your girl.' Look what she's doing." Pony brushed away his own tears to see that she was crying, too real hard. And she was holding on to Bryon real tight.
Bryon looked up at Pony. And then Cathy did too. It seemed to happen right then...Pony knew that he was never gonna get her back. Never.
Pony took off running.
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He was running so fast he hadn't seen the car. His body rolled over it, and then the Mustang just drove off. People cared so f**king much nowadays, didn't they? He wasn't hurt bad, but he sure didn't have the strength to run anymore. He had already gone so far, he had wondered what it was gonna finally take for him to stop. He starting sobbing uncontrollably. His best friend tried to attack his girlfriend, and then his girlfriend dumped him for her ex who dumped her before. He loved her. He really did.
Things were good before, and now they sucked.
He attemped to breath slower, trying to calm himself, and after a few tries it worked. He looked up, but everything was blurry, so he wiped his eyes. It was pitch black except for the light of a tv inside the top floor of the apartment, whose alley he had ran down.
Some guy came up to him, probably figured he could take the crying baby. Curis hadn't fought in a real long time, but he felt like doing it right then. He was gonna show that guy he wasn't a wuss. Pony hit him, but the guy was bigger than him, and slammed him down. PB was used to fighting bigger guys, though. He was quick and jumped back up and tried it again. His fists hurt after coming down on the guys head. T
After the guy finally staggered off, PB muttered, "Stupid, I didn't even have anything worth taking."
Pony leaned against the wall and pulled out the cigarettes and lighter he had took out of the man's pockets and lit up. He didn't feel like his usual self, he knew he wasn't acting like his usual self, but then again, it hadn't exactly been a usual night.
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*Bryon*
I thought about getting up and punching Mark around some more, but it would've been really hard with Cathy hanging onto my arm. I didn't want her to let go, anyways, and I didn't want to let go of her. I had Cathy back.
See, I had seen them and was coming up to them when Pony happened to see them too on the street and yelled, so I figured that was a great time to pounce on Mark. I would've dove than even if Mark hadn't turned, even if he was completely focused and had a knife in his hand or a gun. I didn't want him ever laying a finger on Cathy ever again. His handprint was still vivid on her arm, and his nails, even though they were trimmed, had still dug into her.
I watched as Mark walked away. Slowly, fading away in the distance. I hope he stayed like that. Gone. And to think we used to...I wondered if I hated him now as much as he hated me. That was probably impossible. I couldn't really hate him. Couldn't really hate him, no matter what he did. I choked. Why did things have to be so messed up between us? That's what sucks about life, whatever is done, is done. At least I had Cathy back.
But I wanted my brother, too.
i saw the crossover in Tex of That Was Then, This Is Now characters
y'all noticed it too right?
i don't wanna ruin it for ya if ya haven't read it...
read Tex if you haven't!
and read Rumble Fish!
and read Taming the Star Runner!
(i just read those, too. RF seemed...harsh to me, Tex is pretty good, and TSR, i liked most of it, but something at the end irked me.)
thanks so much to Deadly Wisteria, for being the one and only to review Chapter 8
oh, and i changed the rating of my fic to PG-13
i got sick of worrying whether my fic was PG rated or not or if it really mattered
yeah y'all this is chapter nine
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"You went and saw Bryon?"
Pony spoke normally. He was a little worried. Cathy hadn't been hanging around Bryon is a long time, and Pony hadn't had to worry about his relationship ending. And now Cathy's going to see him, at his house even.
"I wanted to see how he was doing. You told me about the fight and he didn't come to school. His face..." Hers seemed horrified. "Mark is a madman."
Whoa. That was his best friend she was talking about. Mark was really his best friend. Where would he would be without Mark? Still moping around his house about Johnny and Dally? Mark got him back on his feet. He owed Mark.
Pony shook his head. "Look, Bryon got him arrested. Got his life screwed up pretty bad."
Cathy's voice sounded angry. "He used a knife on Bryon's face. A knife."
"Think about what might have happened to Mark in jail. He probably got so many knives pulled on him, and probably got beat up so bad so many times you wouldn't believe it. Think about what he had to go through." He said softly.
"Maybe he should've thought about that before he starting dealing."
Pony turned, staring straight at her. "God, Cathy."
They were both quiet, and then Cathy left through the front door. Mark had been quiet, too. They hadn't heard him listening in from the kitchen. He remembered the time when he had heard his parents...they had been talking about him, too.
Mark slid through the back door and came around front. He walked on the opposite side of the road from Cathy, concealed by the night and the fact that passing cars muffled the noises of sneakers hitting the ground.
She stopped for seconds, finally noticing something. Mark stepped out. She easily recognized him. It hadn't even been a year since she last saw him. Her breath stopped momentarily and then raced.
She was still.
"Where you headed, baby?"
She didn't answer.
"Going to, I don't know, Bryon's?"
That's where she was headed.
"I never picked you out as a girl like that..."
"Like what?" She said as steadily as she could.
"A two-timing broad."
"Shut-up." She whispered slowly, and instantly regretted it. His eyes seemed dangerous.
She began to walk away, and then suddenly he grabbed her arm. God, she felt like crying.
"Hey. I'm not done talking to you." He didn't loosen his grip, and his eyes narrowed.
"Mark!" He turned as he was slugged in the face. Bryon was on him, belting him again, and again. Pony, the name having just left his mouth, was running up the street towards them. Pony pulled Mark away from Bryon, and Mark stumbled back.
Pony was shaken up bad. He looked at Mark, and let loose. "What the f**k did you think you were doing? Huh, what the f**k?"
"What was I doing? Look at 'your girl.' Look what she's doing." Pony brushed away his own tears to see that she was crying, too real hard. And she was holding on to Bryon real tight.
Bryon looked up at Pony. And then Cathy did too. It seemed to happen right then...Pony knew that he was never gonna get her back. Never.
Pony took off running.
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He was running so fast he hadn't seen the car. His body rolled over it, and then the Mustang just drove off. People cared so f**king much nowadays, didn't they? He wasn't hurt bad, but he sure didn't have the strength to run anymore. He had already gone so far, he had wondered what it was gonna finally take for him to stop. He starting sobbing uncontrollably. His best friend tried to attack his girlfriend, and then his girlfriend dumped him for her ex who dumped her before. He loved her. He really did.
Things were good before, and now they sucked.
He attemped to breath slower, trying to calm himself, and after a few tries it worked. He looked up, but everything was blurry, so he wiped his eyes. It was pitch black except for the light of a tv inside the top floor of the apartment, whose alley he had ran down.
Some guy came up to him, probably figured he could take the crying baby. Curis hadn't fought in a real long time, but he felt like doing it right then. He was gonna show that guy he wasn't a wuss. Pony hit him, but the guy was bigger than him, and slammed him down. PB was used to fighting bigger guys, though. He was quick and jumped back up and tried it again. His fists hurt after coming down on the guys head. T
After the guy finally staggered off, PB muttered, "Stupid, I didn't even have anything worth taking."
Pony leaned against the wall and pulled out the cigarettes and lighter he had took out of the man's pockets and lit up. He didn't feel like his usual self, he knew he wasn't acting like his usual self, but then again, it hadn't exactly been a usual night.
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*Bryon*
I thought about getting up and punching Mark around some more, but it would've been really hard with Cathy hanging onto my arm. I didn't want her to let go, anyways, and I didn't want to let go of her. I had Cathy back.
See, I had seen them and was coming up to them when Pony happened to see them too on the street and yelled, so I figured that was a great time to pounce on Mark. I would've dove than even if Mark hadn't turned, even if he was completely focused and had a knife in his hand or a gun. I didn't want him ever laying a finger on Cathy ever again. His handprint was still vivid on her arm, and his nails, even though they were trimmed, had still dug into her.
I watched as Mark walked away. Slowly, fading away in the distance. I hope he stayed like that. Gone. And to think we used to...I wondered if I hated him now as much as he hated me. That was probably impossible. I couldn't really hate him. Couldn't really hate him, no matter what he did. I choked. Why did things have to be so messed up between us? That's what sucks about life, whatever is done, is done. At least I had Cathy back.
But I wanted my brother, too.