This is a bit more...adult. I wanted to add more Pony and Carmen, but it's not too bad. Just thought i'd warn you.

I need some ideas guy! You have anything you want in the story tell me, I'll give you full credit for the ideas.

Oh, and i didn't realize the story had no page breaks! ah! i think i put them in right this time, so sorry for the confusion.

"Carmen, what a lovely name," he replied in his deep voice. He flashed a smile and I caught a glimpse of his chipped front tooth. He put his hand out and I (cringingly) went to shake his. He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed it, like a gentleman. This was Steve's father?

"Um, thanks," I muttered.

There was an awkward silence until Steve's father started talking about how proud he was of his son. Pony murmured in my ear to follow him. We went back to the garage and he grinned. "How are you? Now threatening letters?"

I don't know why that irked me, but it did tremendously. "Yes actually. I did. And I figured out who is sending them, by the way," I scowled.

"Let me see, and who?" I pulled out the now crumpled letter and he scanned it quickly.

"Who is it?" he repeated.

I checked to make sure Steve was still talking to his father. Thank god he was.

"Steve's father," I whispered.

Ponyboy seemed to think for a minute before saying, "But, he doesn't even know you."

"So? I know it's him!"

"Carmen, you can't go around putting the blame on every suspicious person. You told us it was too dark to see the guy's face clearly," he pointed out.

"But, Pony, I know it is. I do, I know for sure." I vaguely realized I was begging for him to believe me.

"Are you positive?"

"Yes."

He stared at me then sighed. "Listen, we can't go around accusing people. It is not him. It can't be. Plus, even if it is, look at Steve," I peered around the doorway. Steve was smiling and laughing. That's new, I thought.

"You would break his happiness."

Maybe, I was wrong. Was it really him? It was dark…the voice could just be similar. The more I thought, the more I talked myself out of the revelation.

"Maybe you're right…"

"Of course I am. Trust me Carmen, he would've taken you by now." And with that, he walked out the door.

I was reckless and mad. I was hurt and foolish. I was down right pissed. How could Pony say that? How could he?! But, I do trust him. If that's what he thinks…Darry's voice started to ring in my head: "Ponyboy, why don't you ever think?"

I sounded just like Darry.

Ponyboy walked me home. But, he couldn't stay the night since tomorrow was a school day. I dragged him to my room to apologize.

"That's my girl, love you," he murmured and pulled me closer. He brushed his lips against mine and went for the door. Call me crazy, but I had a bad feeling about letting him leave that night.

"Can't you stay for a little while longer?" I asked.

He looked at his watch and nodded. "Just an hour or so…"

I left him in my room with the excuse that I was thirsty. I dialed Sylvia's number and she answered right away.

"Hello, Sylvia speaking," her voice rang.

"Sylvia, I-I need to talk to you about something…"

"What? Is there something wrong?"

With a sigh I described to her my feelings. Urgency had tainted my air all day. Like there was something I had to do…or I was never going to be able to. She gave me a simple, fairly logical, totally Sylvia-like answer.

"You want Ponyboy."

I sputtered and almost dropped the phone, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, you want him. And I think you should go for it. Everyone does. You're definitely old enough and he's sweet so…yeah," I could see her shrug, even though I couldn't actually see her.

"Do you realize what you are telling me?" I whispered harshly.

"I'm telling you to fulfill your needs, you remember our birthday gift! Just for the occasion!"

"Sylvia, what if- what if-" she cut me off before I could object further.

"Carmy-kins, you love him right?"

"Well, yes but-" My heart was pounding. This was not how I wanted this conversation to go.

"Then what are you waiting for? You don't have to tell anyone else and trust me, you two are so cautious there will be no repercussions."

Omigod…was she right? The urgency was back, and stronger than before. What if I never got to…well…you get what I'm trying to say.

"Oh, god," That was all the encouragement she needed as she launched enthusiastically into a step by step. It was like an introduction speech to a new school.

"I shouldn't have said anything," I said, and promptly hung up. With wide eyes, I stumbled back to my room.

"Why do you look drunk?" Ponyboy asked me worriedly. What do I say…what should I do? Oh, god, what should I do?

He sat down next to me on the side of my bed. "Carmen, are you okay?"

"Not really, I called Sylvia."

"What did the All-Knowing Sylvia have to say?" Ponyboy asked, laughing.

I blushed and looked away. What do I say, what do I say?!

I starred up at the ceiling, waiting for the heavens to open up and revile the answers to my problems. No such thing happened. Stuttering profusely, I started to recite the phone call, leaving out some of the more vivid details.

Ponyboy was quiet for a long time. "And," he stopped to clear his throat, "so you actually think we should…?"

We both had trouble saying the word or the phrase…

"Not what I'm saying, what she said. I only told her what I felt," I pointed out.

"Carmen, you know we can't."

He had said it so suddenly and with such conviction that I jerked my head up.

"I mean, we're only fourteen, it's absurd!" Ponyboy laughed shakily.

Anger flared in my chest. "What's so bad about it? Is it so disgusting?"

"It's-no of course not-but not yet…" he cast his gaze to the ceiling.

"I know what you mean," I replied with an easy grin. Then a thought entered my mind. "What if I didn't agree with that?"

"That you think we're old enough?"

"Yeah, if I thought we were old enough, and I was ready, what would you have said?" I giggled

"You're hysterical," Ponyboy sounded sure and let out a laugh.

Going with that subject, I stood up and took his hands in mine, "Ponyboy, I need you, right now." I put my hand to my forehead dramatically.

"Well come and get me." We both went flying through the house.

I was right behind him, leaning forward to grab the back of his shirt when he fell. He flipped over and I tripped over his ankle. We landed with me on his chest, one knee on either side of him.

"Well, this is awkward," I snickered.

"Just a tad…"

I rolled off of him and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Question: What would you have done if I wanted you?" Ponyboy asked, blushing.

"I honestly have no idea." I shook my head, trying to clear a bad mental image from my head.

"Is that feeling gone?" he put his hand softly on my stomach.

"Um, no, it's not," I gulped, the butterflies returning. Ponyboy turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

Very, very slowly, his lips came to meet mine.

If you've never kissed him (which I'm assuming you haven't) you have never been truly happy. It's utter bliss! Pony's hand gently came around the side of my neck and the other gripped my waist. He deepened the kiss and his tongue roamed my mouth. He might know the inside of my mouth better than I do by now. Playfully, I bit his bottom lip and he moaned. Pony rolled so that he was on top of me, and I gasped.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, sitting up, away from me. I noticed he was fidgeting and tried to avert my thoughts.

"No, you didn't," I breathed. We were both gasping for air.

I honestly don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the stress over the past few weeks…the tugging in my chest...or just how Ponyboy was looking at me with those beautiful eyes…

I pushed his shoulders back and kissed him with more force than necessary.

"Carmen, stop," Ponyboy groaned. I didn't.

My hands ran along the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and he helped it over his head.

"Carmen, I think we were just talking about this…"

"Shut up and kiss me," I growled.

"No, Carmen, you have to stop," Pony's voice didn't sound so persistent anymore.

"Ponyboy, please, I could die any day now."

"You won't."

"How do you know for sure?" I challenged. Ponyboy didn't answer, but he did run his fingers along the small of my back, up my spin.

"No, no Carmen!" Ponyboy jumped up and glared at me. I was so shocked I didn't move. He never looked at me like that, not ever. Snatching up his shirt, Ponyboy stormed out of the living room and into my bedroom.

"Where are you going?" I called, my voice thick.

"Home," his voice on the other hand was cold and harsh.

"But, why?"

"I'm not discussing this with you. You know why."

"Ponyboy!" I watched as he walked out of my room, shirt on, and went to the door.

"Carmen, I don't have enough self control…I don't want to…I just, better go while I still can control my actions," Ponyboy's eyes burned with intensity.

Did he just reject me?

What a night…

I was reckless and mad. I was hurt and foolish. I was down right pissed. I was stupid. I grabbed my shoes and shoved them onto my feet. It was warm enough outside so I went for a cool down walk. God, I was stupid…

The feeling of urgency was gone, disappeared when he slammed the door in my face. How could he? I wasn't saying we needed to do anything, I don't think I even wanted to do anything.

I turned onto Palm Road and crossed the street. It was lined with vacant warehouses and dull street lamps. Leaning lazily against the wall was the familiar shadowed figure.

"I don't have time to be kidnapped, leave me alone!" I fumed.

"My dear, trouble in paradise?"

"Go to hell."

I could barely see his grin in the dim light.

"Only if you come with me. But then it would be heaven."

Swiftly, he unhitched from the wall and matched my angry pace.

"Care to tell me what happened?"

"Go away."

"Ms. Rose, I have to tell you something," he began.

"Nice try," I moved my arm up to slap the guy across the face but his hand came behind my neck and squeezed. The world rocked and went dark.

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