Merry cheery Christmas, and a bright New Years!
Hope you get lots of pie and that all the lights don't blind you...
And enjoy my fic...
It's chap thirteen...
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Ponyboy asked for directions and headed towards Gary, walking. He started to think about Cathy again. Cathy. Her bangs that shadowed her forehead, but not covering up her eyes that shown brightly. It wasn't long after she had a falling out with Bryon that he had asked her out. He had thought she was real pretty when he had first saw her....
She came over to him and Mark with Bryon as her date. When Bryon went with Mark to the hospital, he had a chance to talk to her a little bit on the drive to the hospital. It was hard to think of something to say. She was so pretty, and him, never really having a girlfriend. A few girls had flirted with him, yeah, but he never went out with any of them.
He could barely get up the nerve to ask for her phone number, but he did. Did she think he was a loser? Driving her to her boyfriend and then asking her digits? And then at the hospital he had to admit he had hot wired a car. She probably didn't think that was too tuff. But there was something about her...he didn't give up on her. He called her later, but she turned him down. And then Bryon was out of the picture, and Pony fell into it. They started talking, she told them what had happened with Bryon that he hadn't heard from other people. Pony had heard from Two-Bit about Mark being arrested, that Bryon was a narc. And Cathy told him how Bryon boxed himself up, shut her out. They kept talking, easing Bryon out of their conversations and finally it was just them two. Ponyboy Curtis and Cathy Carlson.
And now it was over. Would she stay in his head forever? Another lost person to add to his tormenting dreams? Pony wouldn't let her. He loved her, but he would make that love past tense. She didn't rule him.
"So that's it." Pony breathed, shuffling his feet among the dust. But it was such a long walk. The sun streamed into his eyes, so he held one hand above them. The road was mostly empty, no one was around. Just him and his thoughts. Cathy threatened to enter into his mind again, but he pushed memories of her and her deadly smile away. Pony forced himself to think of what to say to Darry.
Darry. One mention of him and Cathy was instantly lowered in importance among Pony's battling thoughts. Darry would yell. Darry would scream. Darry would pound into Pony's head his stupidity and ignorance. And what would he say? Pony didn't feel like saying anything. Let Darry just think he was plain dumb. Pony didn't feel like explaining himself. He was sixteen, entitled to his own solitude.
******
Mark popped the lid up and let the venomous liquid slide down his throat. The taste was soothing, pushing away thoughts almost hurtful of his father. Darry of course didn't take a can, and Two-Bit of course did. Steve took a swig of Two-Bit's and Soda lit up Steve's last cigarette.
Buck stood there, leaning against the truck, scratching at his scraggly beard. He eyed them with a laugh. Soda took another puff, the laugh edging at his nerves.
"How have y'all been? Haven't seen y'all's a**es since around when Dally died." Soda closed his eyes, with Buck's slightly slurred voice continuing on.
"Yep, do you have any idea how long it took me to find a new jockey?" Soda dropped the cigarette.
"Stupid f**ker owed me a couple dollars, too. Almost couldn't afford a beer one day cause of that."
Suddenly Soda lunged at him. Buck was slammed against the side of the truck as Soda began tearing away at Buck's face, Darry pulled Soda off of Buck pretty quickly, and Buck slid down against the tires. Darry held Soda up by the arms as Soda began to shake.
"Crazy b**stard." Buck muttered. Mark threw his can at Buck's head, stirred by the word Buck used. Steve and Two-Bit looked away from Soda to see a few guys and a broad sauntering towards them.
They were obviously Buck's friends. Lazily singing some twangy song, they were dressed in fringed jackets and dirty cowboy boots. The girl suddenly shrieked and pointed at Buck, and the hicks gave a twisted smile.
"Gawd." Two-Bit sighed.
Darry tilted up Soda's chin. "You gonna be allright?"
Soda pushed his hand away and stood up straight. "Yeah."
"We don't need this." Darry mumbled. "C'mon, let's get out of here. Split up and find Pony."
Steve popped his knuckles, but headed towards the crowd of people up the road. Darry lightly pushed him when Steve turned his head over his shoulder to glance at Buck's friends. "What if they mess with your truck?" Steve asked Darry loudly.
"We know where to find them if they do. Buck's friends are always hanging around his house on the weekends. Just find Pony, all right?"
Steve shrugged, "Suit yourself."
The group walked towards the fenced in areas where some people were saddling up their horses.
"Meet back here." Darry said, disappearing around the fence.
"Think we'll find him?" Two-Bit asked, peering at the people who seemed to be sprawling out for a mile.
"Who cares?" Mark snorted, finishing down his second beer he had took from Buck. Mark crushed the can with his foot and walked off towards a group of girls.
Soda started to call out Pony's name and Steve walked beside him, doing the same but not so loud.
Soda stopped for a second and looked at Two-Bit. "Are you gonna help?"
Two-Bit's eyes were focused on a girl giggling while flipping her waist length hair and sitting on a wooden fence.
"Two-Bit?" Soda questioned again.
"Huh? Oh, Pony'll turn up." Two-Bit winked at the blonde and she giggled so hard that she almost fell backwards, in a minute, she did.
"Two-Bit, you ain't gonna help? That's what we're here for." Soda pleaded.
"Sorry, guys, somebody needs me more right now..." Two-Bit stared ashamedly at the ground for deserting his friends for a split second, and then rushed wildly to scoop up that topsy-turvy blonde.
Steve glared at Two-Bit's back.
"It's okay." Soda said with a small frown. "Pony'll turn up."
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Pony had hitched a ride from a man wearing a dusty red cowboy hat. He managed to say thanks, and pulled himself out of the car. It took a lot of Pony's strength just to lift himself up and out, his legs were aching so bad. If a cop had tried to give him a drunk test, Pony would've failed because he definitely couldn't walk a straight line right now.
Pony was let out beside a red metal fence, where inside a few guys were hauling barrels.
"Sixteen feet exactly." One yelled, holding up his unraveled tape measure.
"I thought there were supposed to be fifteen feet between them!" Another yelled back, confused.
"At least fifteen, Jack. At least, just do what I tell you to!"
Pony had a good guess at what they were doing: Setting up for the barrel races. With a bit of hope he began to quickly scan the people standing around. He held his breath and finally took a drink of air. He could see her, arguing with someone about which horse she was gonna ride while putting up her hair. Her gorgeous red hair. It was Cherry Valance.
Hope you get lots of pie and that all the lights don't blind you...
And enjoy my fic...
It's chap thirteen...
-
Ponyboy asked for directions and headed towards Gary, walking. He started to think about Cathy again. Cathy. Her bangs that shadowed her forehead, but not covering up her eyes that shown brightly. It wasn't long after she had a falling out with Bryon that he had asked her out. He had thought she was real pretty when he had first saw her....
She came over to him and Mark with Bryon as her date. When Bryon went with Mark to the hospital, he had a chance to talk to her a little bit on the drive to the hospital. It was hard to think of something to say. She was so pretty, and him, never really having a girlfriend. A few girls had flirted with him, yeah, but he never went out with any of them.
He could barely get up the nerve to ask for her phone number, but he did. Did she think he was a loser? Driving her to her boyfriend and then asking her digits? And then at the hospital he had to admit he had hot wired a car. She probably didn't think that was too tuff. But there was something about her...he didn't give up on her. He called her later, but she turned him down. And then Bryon was out of the picture, and Pony fell into it. They started talking, she told them what had happened with Bryon that he hadn't heard from other people. Pony had heard from Two-Bit about Mark being arrested, that Bryon was a narc. And Cathy told him how Bryon boxed himself up, shut her out. They kept talking, easing Bryon out of their conversations and finally it was just them two. Ponyboy Curtis and Cathy Carlson.
And now it was over. Would she stay in his head forever? Another lost person to add to his tormenting dreams? Pony wouldn't let her. He loved her, but he would make that love past tense. She didn't rule him.
"So that's it." Pony breathed, shuffling his feet among the dust. But it was such a long walk. The sun streamed into his eyes, so he held one hand above them. The road was mostly empty, no one was around. Just him and his thoughts. Cathy threatened to enter into his mind again, but he pushed memories of her and her deadly smile away. Pony forced himself to think of what to say to Darry.
Darry. One mention of him and Cathy was instantly lowered in importance among Pony's battling thoughts. Darry would yell. Darry would scream. Darry would pound into Pony's head his stupidity and ignorance. And what would he say? Pony didn't feel like saying anything. Let Darry just think he was plain dumb. Pony didn't feel like explaining himself. He was sixteen, entitled to his own solitude.
******
Mark popped the lid up and let the venomous liquid slide down his throat. The taste was soothing, pushing away thoughts almost hurtful of his father. Darry of course didn't take a can, and Two-Bit of course did. Steve took a swig of Two-Bit's and Soda lit up Steve's last cigarette.
Buck stood there, leaning against the truck, scratching at his scraggly beard. He eyed them with a laugh. Soda took another puff, the laugh edging at his nerves.
"How have y'all been? Haven't seen y'all's a**es since around when Dally died." Soda closed his eyes, with Buck's slightly slurred voice continuing on.
"Yep, do you have any idea how long it took me to find a new jockey?" Soda dropped the cigarette.
"Stupid f**ker owed me a couple dollars, too. Almost couldn't afford a beer one day cause of that."
Suddenly Soda lunged at him. Buck was slammed against the side of the truck as Soda began tearing away at Buck's face, Darry pulled Soda off of Buck pretty quickly, and Buck slid down against the tires. Darry held Soda up by the arms as Soda began to shake.
"Crazy b**stard." Buck muttered. Mark threw his can at Buck's head, stirred by the word Buck used. Steve and Two-Bit looked away from Soda to see a few guys and a broad sauntering towards them.
They were obviously Buck's friends. Lazily singing some twangy song, they were dressed in fringed jackets and dirty cowboy boots. The girl suddenly shrieked and pointed at Buck, and the hicks gave a twisted smile.
"Gawd." Two-Bit sighed.
Darry tilted up Soda's chin. "You gonna be allright?"
Soda pushed his hand away and stood up straight. "Yeah."
"We don't need this." Darry mumbled. "C'mon, let's get out of here. Split up and find Pony."
Steve popped his knuckles, but headed towards the crowd of people up the road. Darry lightly pushed him when Steve turned his head over his shoulder to glance at Buck's friends. "What if they mess with your truck?" Steve asked Darry loudly.
"We know where to find them if they do. Buck's friends are always hanging around his house on the weekends. Just find Pony, all right?"
Steve shrugged, "Suit yourself."
The group walked towards the fenced in areas where some people were saddling up their horses.
"Meet back here." Darry said, disappearing around the fence.
"Think we'll find him?" Two-Bit asked, peering at the people who seemed to be sprawling out for a mile.
"Who cares?" Mark snorted, finishing down his second beer he had took from Buck. Mark crushed the can with his foot and walked off towards a group of girls.
Soda started to call out Pony's name and Steve walked beside him, doing the same but not so loud.
Soda stopped for a second and looked at Two-Bit. "Are you gonna help?"
Two-Bit's eyes were focused on a girl giggling while flipping her waist length hair and sitting on a wooden fence.
"Two-Bit?" Soda questioned again.
"Huh? Oh, Pony'll turn up." Two-Bit winked at the blonde and she giggled so hard that she almost fell backwards, in a minute, she did.
"Two-Bit, you ain't gonna help? That's what we're here for." Soda pleaded.
"Sorry, guys, somebody needs me more right now..." Two-Bit stared ashamedly at the ground for deserting his friends for a split second, and then rushed wildly to scoop up that topsy-turvy blonde.
Steve glared at Two-Bit's back.
"It's okay." Soda said with a small frown. "Pony'll turn up."
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Pony had hitched a ride from a man wearing a dusty red cowboy hat. He managed to say thanks, and pulled himself out of the car. It took a lot of Pony's strength just to lift himself up and out, his legs were aching so bad. If a cop had tried to give him a drunk test, Pony would've failed because he definitely couldn't walk a straight line right now.
Pony was let out beside a red metal fence, where inside a few guys were hauling barrels.
"Sixteen feet exactly." One yelled, holding up his unraveled tape measure.
"I thought there were supposed to be fifteen feet between them!" Another yelled back, confused.
"At least fifteen, Jack. At least, just do what I tell you to!"
Pony had a good guess at what they were doing: Setting up for the barrel races. With a bit of hope he began to quickly scan the people standing around. He held his breath and finally took a drink of air. He could see her, arguing with someone about which horse she was gonna ride while putting up her hair. Her gorgeous red hair. It was Cherry Valance.