A/N: I DON'T own The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton does. Enjoy!
Riot by Hollywood Undead
Chapter 4
"Hey! Tim, Ol' Buddy! Ol' Pal, how are ya?" Dally smiled real wide, squinting his eyes as he turned around to face Tim Shepard.
Tim stared at him unimpressed, "What're you doing here?" he repeated.
Having stayed silent, eyeing the intruders, especially the one with sideburns, 'How'd he get those bruises, they look fresh?' Curly spoke up, "Hey! That's Baby Curtis!" the one in question flushing red in embarrassment, "Remember him, pops? We used to play Chicken together."
Tim looked at his son, then nodded, remembering. "I thought I told you to stay away from him, do you know what Darry'd do to my ass if he found out you did that?" Curly shrugged, obviously not really caring what Tim was saying.
"You did WHAT!?" Dally yelled. He looked to Ponyboy for some kind of denial, he got none. He turned to Tim, "when'd this happen?!"
Tim's face turned kind of thoughtful, "Dunno, must've been when they were around 11 or something, it was a couple years back though."
While Dally was cursing up a storm about how stupid Ponyboy had been, Two-Bit was cracking up in the corner, long enough to draw some kind of concerned glances, as if to answer the looks, he choked out, "Baby Curtis? Is it because he is the youngest or-" as if remembering something he turned pale and he looked as if he was choking on his own tongue, he glanced at Dally and gulped, "Yep, definitely because he is the youngest!" His voice sounded like a squeaky toy which was quite a feat considering how deep his voice had become.
Ponyboy stepped forward, face still quite red, and turning slightly redder due to the attention being taken off Two-Bit and placed on him. Coughing, he faced Tim, "We are here um because Curly," here he glanced at Curly, who immediately understood and took over.
"Oh! So, you're finally taking me up on that offer, huh?" Winking at Ponyboy. Ponyboy flushed, still too self-conscious to respond to those kinds of comments or actions. "Just messin' with ya, Baby Curtis', go ahead, the garage is just to the left of the house!"
Ponyboy sighed, relieved, "Thanks, Curly!" Curly just looked at him with a don't-mention-it kind of look. After Ponyboy and the gang left for the garage, Tim looked at Curly, raising his eyebrow.
"Okay, Okay! I kinda owed him one or something and told him the garage was always open for him!" Curly answered, putting his hands up in a defensive position, Tim only huffed and walked the other way 'I don't get paid enough for this shit, oh who am I kidding no one's paying me!' Buck doesn't count.
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Again, sorry it's so short, but without some very important information, AKA the instruments, I can't fully write alot of stuff in one chapter, because I am 99.99% sure that the school talent show will be in the next chapter. And I don't know if it's a ship, honestly it's whatever you interpret it as, but if you want me to, it could be, it won't really affect the plot or anything, and it gives me greater motive to have Curly and Tim there at the talent show.
Probably won't be able to update for like a week, so yeah
