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Well I own HER but that's it. Comprende? Bueno!
Cutting Trees: Chapter Three
Darry tapped his fingers on the counter. Cedar Rain. The other boys kept saying she was after Ponyboy, but he wasn't so sure. In public, they exuded no longing glances or otherwise often associated with love, but the two disappeared into his room often. He didn't know what to make of it. Ponyboy was fifteen years old and she was sixteen; it was a close age difference, nothing huge. Plus, it didn't really matter. And Pony really liked her company - he smiled when he saw her coming. Not since their parents died had he seen a face like that on Ponyboy Curtis.
Soda and Steve were goofing off in the living room, and Darry's paranoia increased. But what if they were doing something? Pony may be smart, but he didn't have an inch of sense. The front door rang, signaling the pizza guy and Soda trampled Steve to get to it. Sighing Darry opened the door to Pony and Soda's room, half-expecting to see his kid brother sucking face with a raven head. Instead he found them leaned over a piece of paper and something that looked like a drawing. He stared at the stacks of typewritten papers, crossed out with pen and scrawled over. "What the hell?" he inquired. He'd never been much for his brother's scribbling, he was more for it than Soda, but personally Darry would rather be doing something physical.
The two started. "Cedar's helpin' me write a book, Dart. I know it don't seem right, but that's all we'se doing. Honest!"
Darry surveyed the scene and picked up a thick stack with a rubber band around it, "How come you didn't just tell me you were writing?"
"Do I have to tell you when I breathe?" he snorted. "Please don't tell the other guys. they'll laugh!"
"Fine, fine," Darry grumbled, relieved. "Grub's here."
Ponyboy shot out the door like a get and serenely the girl got up, stacking the papers and beginning to walk out the bedroom door. Darry caught her wrist and she began to tuck her long black hair behind her tanned ear. She froze solid. "Whatever you're doing to get my kid brother smiling again, keep doing it." She nodded, and he hesitated with the next words coming out of his mouth were foreign for so long. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she replied, flashing a smile of her own. He had to smile too.
He shifted uncomfortably, even if he was an "adult" he wasn't sure how to say the next part. "Look, if you ever need somewhere to get out of the house to... our door's usually unlocked and if it ain't band on a window. Understand?"
She nodded, smiled grimly and he let her go. She left him wanting a love life, not necessarily a love life with Cedar, but holding even her wrist made him ache. How long had it been since he'd held a woman in his arms and kissed her 'til she nearly swooned? So long he was hallucination about a sixteen year old. Or just dream. Too long. -Once Pony grows up,- he thought. -Once Ponyboy's going places.-
*
Steve made a face as the girl he disliked most next to Evie plunked down between him and Sodapop. Of course. She was after both young brothers. Darry entered the living from the hallway, looking dazed for the first time in a few years. -Scratch that,- Steve thought. -All three.-
"Hey Cee!" Soda greeted her cordially. "Pepperoni? Canadian bacon? Or all the fixin's?"
"Canadian bacon," she responded. Two-Bit was missing, probably not for long. He smelled food a couple continents away.
Steve grumbled, reaching for a bottle of Coke when he settled back into it. she took his cigarette and took a long drag, then put it back in his mouth. He fumed, "Would ya quit doing that?!"
"It'll kill you someday," she smirked. "I know you'd wanna share that joy with me."
"Damn, you really know how to get on a man's nerves!"
"No only yours," Soda responded shoving a whole piece of pizza in his mouth. His next sentence garbled with the food.
Steve started alternating his beer and his Coke. She snorted, "Why don't ya just mix 'em together?"
He looked at her and grinned menacingly, "Ya know -suga'- you'se just full of bright ideas tonight."
"How would you know? You've never had one."
Oh... he wanted to sock her. He wanted to sock her so bad his joints ached. Just break that whole 'no hitting chicks' rule just once. Only once. She did everything she could to annoy him - he knew she did.
Looking at the beer in his hand, only because she knew it would send over the edge. She grabbed it took a swig and fit it snug back into his hand. His face turned a bright shade of crimson red, resembling slightly a tomato which was a hard feat for Steve. What'd he think she had? Cooties! "What?" she inquired, as if she were innocent.
Slamming his food down he stalked down the hall, his fist clench. She smiled coyly. And she'd be sweet as sugar when he came back. She knew that would get him.
Steve hit Pony and Soda's bathroom counter. Why did she have to be such a... bitch? Take his cig, take his beer, just butt her little buns in- between him and Soda! Yeah that little butt that waggled around like a dog, enticing Curtises. Eventually they'd pit against each other. And it'd be her fault. Then again, maybe she was just Ponyboy's friend, maybe Soda was just being Soda, and maybe Darry just was relieved to have a female that could cook around. No. She had to be more devious than that. Didn't she?
Re-entering the living room, he found she had her own cigarette in her mouth and was laughing along with Ponyboy and Darry started to twirl Soda, who was turning green, around. Sitting down in his previous spot, she hardly noticed his re-entrance. For that he was almost sad. But she turned to him finally, "Do they do this often?"
"Only when Darry's in a good mood."
She smiled, then stood and went into the kitchen. "Hey can you get me another Coke?" Ponyboy yelled.
"Sure. Steve, ya want another one too?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Um sure..." he replied, slightly dazed. Nice? Now? She'd just been being so sassy he could have ripped her head off! And -now- she was being polite?
She hand Pony a Coke and then him one, before plunking down beside Steve with her own. Until a loud yell stopped Darry and Soda, and the gang turned, "CEDAR!"
And that was when Cedar whimpered curling in a tight little ball, and rolled off the couch.
.-*-.
A.N. You like? Yes, I was slightly stuck and I pictured the Curtis house in a neighborhood slightly like in Spiderman. so no sue me! I just borrowed and adapted to my uses! ^_^ Okay, review, review! Ja ne! -Nezie-
P.S. Sorry for any typos, I just scribbled this out because I had to! ^_^
Cutting Trees: Chapter Three
Darry tapped his fingers on the counter. Cedar Rain. The other boys kept saying she was after Ponyboy, but he wasn't so sure. In public, they exuded no longing glances or otherwise often associated with love, but the two disappeared into his room often. He didn't know what to make of it. Ponyboy was fifteen years old and she was sixteen; it was a close age difference, nothing huge. Plus, it didn't really matter. And Pony really liked her company - he smiled when he saw her coming. Not since their parents died had he seen a face like that on Ponyboy Curtis.
Soda and Steve were goofing off in the living room, and Darry's paranoia increased. But what if they were doing something? Pony may be smart, but he didn't have an inch of sense. The front door rang, signaling the pizza guy and Soda trampled Steve to get to it. Sighing Darry opened the door to Pony and Soda's room, half-expecting to see his kid brother sucking face with a raven head. Instead he found them leaned over a piece of paper and something that looked like a drawing. He stared at the stacks of typewritten papers, crossed out with pen and scrawled over. "What the hell?" he inquired. He'd never been much for his brother's scribbling, he was more for it than Soda, but personally Darry would rather be doing something physical.
The two started. "Cedar's helpin' me write a book, Dart. I know it don't seem right, but that's all we'se doing. Honest!"
Darry surveyed the scene and picked up a thick stack with a rubber band around it, "How come you didn't just tell me you were writing?"
"Do I have to tell you when I breathe?" he snorted. "Please don't tell the other guys. they'll laugh!"
"Fine, fine," Darry grumbled, relieved. "Grub's here."
Ponyboy shot out the door like a get and serenely the girl got up, stacking the papers and beginning to walk out the bedroom door. Darry caught her wrist and she began to tuck her long black hair behind her tanned ear. She froze solid. "Whatever you're doing to get my kid brother smiling again, keep doing it." She nodded, and he hesitated with the next words coming out of his mouth were foreign for so long. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she replied, flashing a smile of her own. He had to smile too.
He shifted uncomfortably, even if he was an "adult" he wasn't sure how to say the next part. "Look, if you ever need somewhere to get out of the house to... our door's usually unlocked and if it ain't band on a window. Understand?"
She nodded, smiled grimly and he let her go. She left him wanting a love life, not necessarily a love life with Cedar, but holding even her wrist made him ache. How long had it been since he'd held a woman in his arms and kissed her 'til she nearly swooned? So long he was hallucination about a sixteen year old. Or just dream. Too long. -Once Pony grows up,- he thought. -Once Ponyboy's going places.-
*
Steve made a face as the girl he disliked most next to Evie plunked down between him and Sodapop. Of course. She was after both young brothers. Darry entered the living from the hallway, looking dazed for the first time in a few years. -Scratch that,- Steve thought. -All three.-
"Hey Cee!" Soda greeted her cordially. "Pepperoni? Canadian bacon? Or all the fixin's?"
"Canadian bacon," she responded. Two-Bit was missing, probably not for long. He smelled food a couple continents away.
Steve grumbled, reaching for a bottle of Coke when he settled back into it. she took his cigarette and took a long drag, then put it back in his mouth. He fumed, "Would ya quit doing that?!"
"It'll kill you someday," she smirked. "I know you'd wanna share that joy with me."
"Damn, you really know how to get on a man's nerves!"
"No only yours," Soda responded shoving a whole piece of pizza in his mouth. His next sentence garbled with the food.
Steve started alternating his beer and his Coke. She snorted, "Why don't ya just mix 'em together?"
He looked at her and grinned menacingly, "Ya know -suga'- you'se just full of bright ideas tonight."
"How would you know? You've never had one."
Oh... he wanted to sock her. He wanted to sock her so bad his joints ached. Just break that whole 'no hitting chicks' rule just once. Only once. She did everything she could to annoy him - he knew she did.
Looking at the beer in his hand, only because she knew it would send over the edge. She grabbed it took a swig and fit it snug back into his hand. His face turned a bright shade of crimson red, resembling slightly a tomato which was a hard feat for Steve. What'd he think she had? Cooties! "What?" she inquired, as if she were innocent.
Slamming his food down he stalked down the hall, his fist clench. She smiled coyly. And she'd be sweet as sugar when he came back. She knew that would get him.
Steve hit Pony and Soda's bathroom counter. Why did she have to be such a... bitch? Take his cig, take his beer, just butt her little buns in- between him and Soda! Yeah that little butt that waggled around like a dog, enticing Curtises. Eventually they'd pit against each other. And it'd be her fault. Then again, maybe she was just Ponyboy's friend, maybe Soda was just being Soda, and maybe Darry just was relieved to have a female that could cook around. No. She had to be more devious than that. Didn't she?
Re-entering the living room, he found she had her own cigarette in her mouth and was laughing along with Ponyboy and Darry started to twirl Soda, who was turning green, around. Sitting down in his previous spot, she hardly noticed his re-entrance. For that he was almost sad. But she turned to him finally, "Do they do this often?"
"Only when Darry's in a good mood."
She smiled, then stood and went into the kitchen. "Hey can you get me another Coke?" Ponyboy yelled.
"Sure. Steve, ya want another one too?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Um sure..." he replied, slightly dazed. Nice? Now? She'd just been being so sassy he could have ripped her head off! And -now- she was being polite?
She hand Pony a Coke and then him one, before plunking down beside Steve with her own. Until a loud yell stopped Darry and Soda, and the gang turned, "CEDAR!"
And that was when Cedar whimpered curling in a tight little ball, and rolled off the couch.
.-*-.
A.N. You like? Yes, I was slightly stuck and I pictured the Curtis house in a neighborhood slightly like in Spiderman. so no sue me! I just borrowed and adapted to my uses! ^_^ Okay, review, review! Ja ne! -Nezie-
P.S. Sorry for any typos, I just scribbled this out because I had to! ^_^