I walked to school, tiredly. It was a boring Monday morning. Same as all the rest. Dull.

I reached the busy nest of socs and greasers alike. Everyone's voice blended together to create that buzzing noise bees make. Well it was another boring day. I walked through the doors. All I saw was bullying, flirting, kissing, and everything mashed together. I walked over to my locker. It was surrounded by Curly and the rest of the Shepard gang. No Tim.

"Excuse me." I said softly. Curly turned looking at me up and down. Then smirked and looked back at the gang.

"What ya say Curtis? Cause nobody tells me orders." He said. His rough voice echoed through the loud hallways. Some greasers and socs stood still, trying to see the outcome.

"I asked you to ." I told him.

"Why?" Idoit.

"My lockers right there." He looked at it then turned back to me.

"So? What are ya gonna do about it?" He grabbed my notebook. He opened it then looked at my personal thoughts and drawings. I reached for it. He pulled it back quickly.

"Give it back." I sounded louder than before. He clicked his tounge then ripped out a couple pages. He looked back up at me.

"Why? You think your so good. Don't you Curtis? Well you arn't. Your a damn kid, with your head in the clouds." He threw a punch at me. I saw a hand block his punch.

"What the fuck do you think your doing Curly?" It was Tim. Curly scooted away from me, then looked down.

"I was just playin' around with Curtis." He mumbled.

"Just playing? Cause It didn't look like playin'." Tim looked at Curly then at his gang.

"Get goin'. You better not do that again Curly. Or I'll get you." Curly glared at me. Then he laft with the gang following him.

Tim watched until they rounded a corner. People didn't want to get involed with a angry Tim, they looked away.

"You okay Ponyboy?" His voice was soft, and he used my name. He picked up my ripped book. He put his fingers over the pages and rips in the cover.

"Yeah I guess so." It was a lie, I nearly started crying.

"I'll drive ya home after school." He then grabbed my hand. "That all ya need for class?"

"Y-yeah." I wanted to get to my locker for my books to my next class. Whatever. He pulled me along. I was pushed into the room before the second bell rang. I gave a small sigh. I saw Curly sitting in the back, glaring at me.

Damn I forgot he was in my classes now.

"If your done, Mr. Curtis I advise you to take your seat." My Math teach snapped.

"Sorry." I then went to my desk by the windows. I sat and listened to her announcements. I dozed off. I saw a black holden outside. I smiled, Tim.

"Curtis." I heard from across the schoolyard. I turned to see Tim, in his car.

"Hey." I yelled back.

"Are you stupid Curtis? I said I would drive you home." I walked over. '

I saw Angela and Curly in the back seat. Angela was doodling on her notebook. It said one thing over and over. Bryon.

Curly sat there pouting, and bored faced.

I hestitently got in.

We drove in front of my house. Once again I had my hand on the handle. He coughed 'ahem'.

"You gotta pay up Curtis." He stated.

"Huh?"

"Do I have to repeat myself?" He pulled me toward him, and planted a long, hard, open-mouthed kiss on me.

"Bye Curtis." He waved.

Angela sqeeled in joy, yelling things out like 'Oh Tim you got a crush on Ponyboy!'. While Curly gaped, and had a blank expression. Maybe that's what happens when your older brother makes out with someone you dislike. I waved back, as he pulled out the driveway. I could still taste cigarettes on my lips. I could still feel him on my lips.

I moaned.

I walked inside to be greeted by Johnny.

"Hey Johnny. Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothin'." And thats what he was doing. Nothing.

"Let's do nothing together." I went, and layed down on the floor by him.

Soda, and Steve came in the house.

"Whatcha doin'.?" Soda asked us.

"Nothin'." I stated.

"Come on Stevie." Soda encouraged. Then layed down next to me.

Doing nothing was nice.