Note from Nezie Sorry so long to update! *pleads for your holy
forgiveness*
Cutting Trees: Chapter Seven
"Interested in your life?" she asked, stunned speechless at the mere proximity of his tall frame. "I'm not suddenly taking interest in your life."
"Yes you are."
"What are you talking about?" she smiled weakly pressing herself further back into the corner, as he leaned an increment forward.
He made a sour face, "I'm not completely deaf. I heard you and Darry talking about me last night. And I don't stink like an onion, not nearly as much. I try -not- to make people cry."
"Well, it doesn't work," she replied, before biting her lip and nearly putting her head through the wall. Why did she have to have that automatic response? She didn't want to have to explain sleepless nights of laying in her bed at a home, that really didn't seem like a home, wondering, wishing, and dreaming about him. It was too complicated, all too complicated. But she could still bite his head off when she came face to face with him. The truth is she didn't know how to love anymore and for some reason, Steve made her want to love again but she didn't know how to regain the talent. It angered her that one boy could rattle her cage so much.
"Are you implying that I make you cry?" he asked dubiously.
"Uh... no."
"Uh...?" he inquired.
"Let me go Steve," she shied her eyes away from him. Her battered eyes and bruises and cuts down her neck almost repulsed him.
She looked as bad as Johnny had that one time he got jumped, and you could probably say that was the reason for the whole ordeal almost a year ago. If Johnny hadn't got jumped in the first place by those Socials, then he wouldn't have carried a switchblade, and he wouldn't have killed that Soc. And Dally wouldn't be dead. The Curtises wouldn't be surveyed so goddamn much by those social workers and the entire gang would be a lot better off mental health wise.
"I ain't holding you, sugar," he informed her in a voice she'd never heard him speak in. "This is holding you." He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. He felt her entire back tense, and it wasn't only from probably the slight pain he might be causing her. The heartbeat in which had been beating faster a minute ago, now raced like a thoroughbred, but she had the temperament of an Arabian.
Her eyes flashed everywhere in the room, but into his and she made a slight squirm to get away. "Steve - "
"What?"
"You should let me go."
"I should, but I don't know if I can. Why don't you look at me?" he challenged softly and just as he suspected she would, she did - she looked him right in his dark eyes.
One moment and a second later he gently pressed his lips against hers, unexpectedly, she did not squirm or push him away, and she didn't slap him. Her arms pinned up against his chest, just seeped up and around his neck and kissed him back. He didn't want to let go, once he started and then he couldn't stop. More alluring than any sort of alcohol, more alluring than any drug; he could see how some men lived off this sort of life. Kissing just one girl that would always kiss them back, some respectable girl that wasn't running around. He could see how a man could get tied down emotionally and go into deterioration. Now that her little red ruby lips greeted him full-hearted and he could smell Evening In Paris on her neck, now that he was immersed in heaven, he couldn't stand not having her.
*
Ponyboy Curtis, with his arm draped over Louise Summers, was not enjoying his evening. The entire situation was perilous as it was, and a greaser attending Rusty's didn't go so well. What was more, it had cleaned out his wallet for an entire week. Maybe a Soc could afford this place, but a greaser sure as hell couldn't; and Pony's pride wouldn't let Lou pay for the both of them.
A scent he'd known since he was a little kid and Darry got into grade school hit Ponyboy's nose. Before he even turned to check to see that it was indeed him, Ponyboy snapped, "Leave us alone Two-Bit."
"Us?" Two-Bit mused. "Us? Which us? 'Cuz ya can't being going out with Miz Socie, here."
"Get outta here," Pony turned around and faced his friend. "You pointing us out isn't going to help anyone's physical or mental health now is it?"
"Does this little lady know she got Cedar all busted up by her bodyguards?" Two-Bit sneered leaning into the girl, who was ignoring them and watching the movie up until this point.
"I did hear about that, but I have no control over what my brother and his friends try to do, more than I have over you," she sniggered.
Pony grabbed her around the shoulders, "C'mon Lou. Lets go. We'll catch it another night, since Two-Bit's got his eye on a fight with anyone."
"Whatever, man, you want me to leave you to your cool, I will," Two-Bit put up his arms. "Since ya probably cleaned out your wallet by getting in here the legal like way, I'll let you enjoy your movie. Just know I warned you that you're getting in deep shit. It doesn't matter how nice Miz Lou is here, her social class -does- matter Pony, wise up. Because if it doesn't matter to prissy pants, it matters to her posse." Two-Bit looked both ways, and leapt the fence.
His jaw set Ponyboy sat back in his seat, with an arm replacing it around Lou's. Then he felt the cold death grip on his shoulder.
.-*-.
A.N. Too short? Too long? I can't remember! Aagh! Anyway, I don't know how I'm tying Ponyboy and Lou with Cedar and Steve, but hey, it's the fic world. The fic is my master and I do what the little writer-pokers with pitchforks say. ^.^
Cutting Trees: Chapter Seven
"Interested in your life?" she asked, stunned speechless at the mere proximity of his tall frame. "I'm not suddenly taking interest in your life."
"Yes you are."
"What are you talking about?" she smiled weakly pressing herself further back into the corner, as he leaned an increment forward.
He made a sour face, "I'm not completely deaf. I heard you and Darry talking about me last night. And I don't stink like an onion, not nearly as much. I try -not- to make people cry."
"Well, it doesn't work," she replied, before biting her lip and nearly putting her head through the wall. Why did she have to have that automatic response? She didn't want to have to explain sleepless nights of laying in her bed at a home, that really didn't seem like a home, wondering, wishing, and dreaming about him. It was too complicated, all too complicated. But she could still bite his head off when she came face to face with him. The truth is she didn't know how to love anymore and for some reason, Steve made her want to love again but she didn't know how to regain the talent. It angered her that one boy could rattle her cage so much.
"Are you implying that I make you cry?" he asked dubiously.
"Uh... no."
"Uh...?" he inquired.
"Let me go Steve," she shied her eyes away from him. Her battered eyes and bruises and cuts down her neck almost repulsed him.
She looked as bad as Johnny had that one time he got jumped, and you could probably say that was the reason for the whole ordeal almost a year ago. If Johnny hadn't got jumped in the first place by those Socials, then he wouldn't have carried a switchblade, and he wouldn't have killed that Soc. And Dally wouldn't be dead. The Curtises wouldn't be surveyed so goddamn much by those social workers and the entire gang would be a lot better off mental health wise.
"I ain't holding you, sugar," he informed her in a voice she'd never heard him speak in. "This is holding you." He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. He felt her entire back tense, and it wasn't only from probably the slight pain he might be causing her. The heartbeat in which had been beating faster a minute ago, now raced like a thoroughbred, but she had the temperament of an Arabian.
Her eyes flashed everywhere in the room, but into his and she made a slight squirm to get away. "Steve - "
"What?"
"You should let me go."
"I should, but I don't know if I can. Why don't you look at me?" he challenged softly and just as he suspected she would, she did - she looked him right in his dark eyes.
One moment and a second later he gently pressed his lips against hers, unexpectedly, she did not squirm or push him away, and she didn't slap him. Her arms pinned up against his chest, just seeped up and around his neck and kissed him back. He didn't want to let go, once he started and then he couldn't stop. More alluring than any sort of alcohol, more alluring than any drug; he could see how some men lived off this sort of life. Kissing just one girl that would always kiss them back, some respectable girl that wasn't running around. He could see how a man could get tied down emotionally and go into deterioration. Now that her little red ruby lips greeted him full-hearted and he could smell Evening In Paris on her neck, now that he was immersed in heaven, he couldn't stand not having her.
*
Ponyboy Curtis, with his arm draped over Louise Summers, was not enjoying his evening. The entire situation was perilous as it was, and a greaser attending Rusty's didn't go so well. What was more, it had cleaned out his wallet for an entire week. Maybe a Soc could afford this place, but a greaser sure as hell couldn't; and Pony's pride wouldn't let Lou pay for the both of them.
A scent he'd known since he was a little kid and Darry got into grade school hit Ponyboy's nose. Before he even turned to check to see that it was indeed him, Ponyboy snapped, "Leave us alone Two-Bit."
"Us?" Two-Bit mused. "Us? Which us? 'Cuz ya can't being going out with Miz Socie, here."
"Get outta here," Pony turned around and faced his friend. "You pointing us out isn't going to help anyone's physical or mental health now is it?"
"Does this little lady know she got Cedar all busted up by her bodyguards?" Two-Bit sneered leaning into the girl, who was ignoring them and watching the movie up until this point.
"I did hear about that, but I have no control over what my brother and his friends try to do, more than I have over you," she sniggered.
Pony grabbed her around the shoulders, "C'mon Lou. Lets go. We'll catch it another night, since Two-Bit's got his eye on a fight with anyone."
"Whatever, man, you want me to leave you to your cool, I will," Two-Bit put up his arms. "Since ya probably cleaned out your wallet by getting in here the legal like way, I'll let you enjoy your movie. Just know I warned you that you're getting in deep shit. It doesn't matter how nice Miz Lou is here, her social class -does- matter Pony, wise up. Because if it doesn't matter to prissy pants, it matters to her posse." Two-Bit looked both ways, and leapt the fence.
His jaw set Ponyboy sat back in his seat, with an arm replacing it around Lou's. Then he felt the cold death grip on his shoulder.
.-*-.
A.N. Too short? Too long? I can't remember! Aagh! Anyway, I don't know how I'm tying Ponyboy and Lou with Cedar and Steve, but hey, it's the fic world. The fic is my master and I do what the little writer-pokers with pitchforks say. ^.^