Title: Telephone Poles
Summery: Curly sure likes to get into trouble don't he?
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It was just another average Friday night. It was our outfit hanging around with Dallas Winston and his friends. Ponyboy Curtis still had that scar from playing chicken, so did I. If Tim hadn't have walked by I knew I would have won, damn bastard. Ponyboy may be tough but I'm tougher.
What? I am.
Anyway after hanging around the Dingo and getting into a few fights we got kicked out. So we were hanging around on the streets harassing a couple of greaser girls. Shame they weren't socialite girls. But then again I don't the damn elite preppy boys trailing us with their Mustangs and Sting Rays. Their English leather colognes and madras shirts make me sick. So they have money, big fucking deal.
I looked towards the shop opposite the street were a few of the socy girls were getting out of their red Mustang. Dallas followed my gaze; he grinned dangerously and said "I dare you to go talk to them"
"Nah" I grunted.
"Why not?" he jeered, "Are ya scared"
"No! I ain't scared of anything"
"Yeah sure" Ponyboy's blond haired brother grinned
"Man what you talking about" Tim began "You're scared of heights" Everyone broke into laughter. I was gonna kill him. Not even Tim knew I was afraid of heights till that day when we were standing on the school roof throwing flour bombs at the teachers. I had looked down and felt so dizzy I nearly fell off the edge. Tim had grabbed me just in time; I'm surprised he had managed to since he was laughing so hard and swearing between breaths.
"Fuck you!" I yelled "I ain't scared of heights"
"Sure we believe you" Dallas grunted
"I ain't"
"Well Kiddo" Two-Bit began "Why don't you prove it, climb that telephone pole behind ya"
"Don't call me kiddo, retard" I growled and turned around. I looked up at the long wooden pole. Man that was high. I couldn't back out and look like a chicken. So taking a deep breath I began to climb up. When I got to the top I shut my eyes no way in hell was gonna look down. I could hear the boys faintly talking.
"Hey Curly" Dallas yelled
"What?"
"There's girl here asking for you"
"Huh?" I looked down, I shouldn't have done that. All of a sudden my stomach lurched and I felt the blood drain from my face. My mind was going hazy and my vision was going all fuzzy. Before I knew it I had lost my balance and was falling.
I sharp pain surged through my left arm as I hit the ground. My eyes widened I let out a cry of pain. Ponyboy had gasped and was staring at me. I rolled over on my back and held onto my shoulder which was throbbing like hell. I wouldn't to swallow a whole pain killer bottle right there.
Tim swore at me and threw me in his car; I knew we were heading to the hospital. Cocky nurse and needles..... Damn!
Poor Curly, I'm afraid of heights too.
Terra, Goddess of the Question Mark: Thanks! Yeah poor Curly.
Bobby'sgirl51: Thanks! Lol. Well here you go an update.
TheAngryPrincess13: Thanks for reviewing. Well you got your update.
Meredith: Hahaha! You gotta love Curly. I'm the oldest out of all the siblings! And I'm never disappointed with them just annoyed with them lol.
Hairibo: How did you and wasn't glad. I'm only joking. Lol thanks! Well it's good you don't care about the grammar mistakes cause I sure have a lot of em. Thanks.
Tensleep: Hahaha! Thanks! Glad you both liked it. Lol of course you needed to know about that. So are Both of you going to review this too? hints lol anyways thanks Pickle thief and Captain Cookie.
Starbryte234: Thanks! Lol cigarette game. You mean playing chicken. Well here go an update. I try to make them longer but I don't want to go rambling. Well thanks again.
Summery: Curly sure likes to get into trouble don't he?
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It was just another average Friday night. It was our outfit hanging around with Dallas Winston and his friends. Ponyboy Curtis still had that scar from playing chicken, so did I. If Tim hadn't have walked by I knew I would have won, damn bastard. Ponyboy may be tough but I'm tougher.
What? I am.
Anyway after hanging around the Dingo and getting into a few fights we got kicked out. So we were hanging around on the streets harassing a couple of greaser girls. Shame they weren't socialite girls. But then again I don't the damn elite preppy boys trailing us with their Mustangs and Sting Rays. Their English leather colognes and madras shirts make me sick. So they have money, big fucking deal.
I looked towards the shop opposite the street were a few of the socy girls were getting out of their red Mustang. Dallas followed my gaze; he grinned dangerously and said "I dare you to go talk to them"
"Nah" I grunted.
"Why not?" he jeered, "Are ya scared"
"No! I ain't scared of anything"
"Yeah sure" Ponyboy's blond haired brother grinned
"Man what you talking about" Tim began "You're scared of heights" Everyone broke into laughter. I was gonna kill him. Not even Tim knew I was afraid of heights till that day when we were standing on the school roof throwing flour bombs at the teachers. I had looked down and felt so dizzy I nearly fell off the edge. Tim had grabbed me just in time; I'm surprised he had managed to since he was laughing so hard and swearing between breaths.
"Fuck you!" I yelled "I ain't scared of heights"
"Sure we believe you" Dallas grunted
"I ain't"
"Well Kiddo" Two-Bit began "Why don't you prove it, climb that telephone pole behind ya"
"Don't call me kiddo, retard" I growled and turned around. I looked up at the long wooden pole. Man that was high. I couldn't back out and look like a chicken. So taking a deep breath I began to climb up. When I got to the top I shut my eyes no way in hell was gonna look down. I could hear the boys faintly talking.
"Hey Curly" Dallas yelled
"What?"
"There's girl here asking for you"
"Huh?" I looked down, I shouldn't have done that. All of a sudden my stomach lurched and I felt the blood drain from my face. My mind was going hazy and my vision was going all fuzzy. Before I knew it I had lost my balance and was falling.
I sharp pain surged through my left arm as I hit the ground. My eyes widened I let out a cry of pain. Ponyboy had gasped and was staring at me. I rolled over on my back and held onto my shoulder which was throbbing like hell. I wouldn't to swallow a whole pain killer bottle right there.
Tim swore at me and threw me in his car; I knew we were heading to the hospital. Cocky nurse and needles..... Damn!
Poor Curly, I'm afraid of heights too.
Terra, Goddess of the Question Mark: Thanks! Yeah poor Curly.
Bobby'sgirl51: Thanks! Lol. Well here you go an update.
TheAngryPrincess13: Thanks for reviewing. Well you got your update.
Meredith: Hahaha! You gotta love Curly. I'm the oldest out of all the siblings! And I'm never disappointed with them just annoyed with them lol.
Hairibo: How did you and wasn't glad. I'm only joking. Lol thanks! Well it's good you don't care about the grammar mistakes cause I sure have a lot of em. Thanks.
Tensleep: Hahaha! Thanks! Glad you both liked it. Lol of course you needed to know about that. So are Both of you going to review this too? hints lol anyways thanks Pickle thief and Captain Cookie.
Starbryte234: Thanks! Lol cigarette game. You mean playing chicken. Well here go an update. I try to make them longer but I don't want to go rambling. Well thanks again.