Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders or any of the characters from the book. I only write about them for my own entertainment. All rights belong to S.E. Hinton. The only character I do own is Lucy Harris. Rihanna and Def Jam own the song Disturbia.

We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered

He didn't know how, but he and Lucy wound up in one of Buck's rooms upstairs. It could have been because he convinced her to try a few beers, but he wasn't sure. It all went by so fast.

"God, this is harder than I thought it would be," she whined.

"Oh c'mon, we just started, you can't quit now," Curly told her.

"But all I have are a pair of twos, I'm bound to lose," she told him, laying down her cards.

Looking at the five cards in his hand, Curly knew he would win. He had a straight flush. But he figured he'd humor the girl if he wanted to get laid tonight.

Curly sighed in a dramatic fashion as he put his cards back in the deck. "Believe it or not, you actually won."

Lucy smiled wide, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Really?"

Curly took the cards out of her hands. "Yeah, I know, I was surprised myself," he lied.

Lucy twiddled her fingers in her lap. "So, what can we do now?" she asked innocently.

Curly knew just what he wanted to do right now, and she was right in front of him. But he also knew it wouldn't be easy to get her in the sack either. Lucy was what Tim would refer to as a challenge. And challenges weren't exactly Curly's strong suit.

He smirked knowingly. "Well I have an idea," he said with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes.

Curly pushed the deck of cards to the dirty wooden floor, and made his way over to Lucy. It seemed the closer he got to her, the farther she backed away from him.

Lucy's back was against the headboard when he grabbed her hand.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you," Curly said gently, trying to calm her down. The way she was backed against the wall, made her look like a scared animal.

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's all," he said simply.

Curly noticed that her chest was rising up and down quickly as her heart was beating. He couldn't help but wonder what her chest looked like without the shirt covering it.

Curly placed his free hand on the middle of her chest.

He grinned at her. "Your heart's beating pretty fast. I'm that scary, huh?"

Lucy shook her head, and regained her voice. "No you're not. It's just that…" she paused.

"What?" Curly asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Lucy continued. "I've never kissed a boy before. I might not be good at it," she said doubtfully.

Curly chuckled. He knew she was new at the game from the moment he saw her. So Lucy not knowing how to kiss wasn't much of a surprise to him.

The hand that was resting on her heart, he brought up to her cheek. She closed her eyes the minute his lips touched hers.

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Lucy felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest when Curly kissed her. She had been waiting for this moment since the day she saw him in the school parking lot with his brother. It was only three months ago, but it felt like an eternity to her.

Lucy slowly began to kiss Curly back, and as she did, his kisses became more urgent. Before she knew it, she was on her back, and he was hovering over her. Lucy felt the pressure of his weight fall on top of her, as Curly's hands wandered downward to her skirt.

She broke apart from his lips, her eyes wide.

"Uh Curly, what are you doing?" she asked, trying to hide the panic in her voice.

He sighed, frustrated. "It's ok, I know what I'm doing," he said nonchalantly.

That was fine and dandy that he knew what he was doing, Lucy just wished he would let her in on what exactly that was.

He leaned down to kiss her again, when she turned her head away from him.

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Curly smirked at her, his eyes full of mirth. He was gonna get her to submit to him, he felt it.

He took her face in his palms, and turned it towards him.

Curly brushed a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. He saw that she was staring at him warily, watching his every move. Lucy's chest began to rapidly rise and fall again.

Curly pressed his lips to the center of her chest, and looked up at her, his blue eyes burning with desire.

"Calm down," he said soothingly.

His breath must have tickled her skin, because she shivered after he said that.

Curly's mouth drifted to her stomach, causing Lucy to let out a small whimper.

"Curly," she pleaded. He was getting to her, he knew it.

"It's alright," he whispered huskily.

He wished it would happen already, if he waited any longer, his dick would fall off.

Just when he started to lift up her skirt, she sat up.

"Curly I like you and all, but I can't do this," she said, so fast it sounded all mixed together.

And in one quick motion, she ran out of the room.

"God damn it," Curly muttered collapsing onto the bed.

A/N: I think this is my favorite chapter so far. Poor Curly thought he was really going to get some. Concrit is very welcomed.