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Warning: Language (Cursing)

Chapter 13

Ponyboy sighed, sitting back on his bed on the porch, not noticing a curly haired Greaser walking down his sidewalk.

"Well, well what do we have here?" Curly Sheppard's drunk goofy smile, filled with lust, questioned himself.

Ponyboy sniffed, wipping a few stray tears away from his face when he laid down he screamed seeing Curly Sheppard laying next to him.

"C-Curly? What are you doing here?" Ponyboy's frantic voice asked.

Curly shrugged. "I was at this party, got bored so I left."

"No. . . What I'm asking was. . . why are you in my bed?" Ponyboy asked.

"The question you should be asking is 'Why is your bed outside for me to lay on?' Hmm? Com'on baby-Curtis, wha'y ya' out 'ere?" Curly slurred. Ponyboy could pratically taste the alcahol from Curly's breath and Ponyboy cleared his throat.

"Well. . . I think. . .I'm being punished." Ponyboy hesitantly spoke, he wasn't sure why he was out here, Soda said that Darry wanted to teach him a lesson, was he really that much of a bother? Ponyboy sighed, he had been clingy, maybe he deserved this.

Curly cocked an eyebrow.

"Why do'n you go in?" He asked, still drunk.

Ponyboy explained that the doors were locked and Curly had to see for himself, sure enough when he gave a jiggle, the door wouldn't open.

"Well, that sucks. Com'on." He casually spoke.

"Wha-what?" Ponyboy asked.

"Well, you can't sleep outside. So. . . come to my place and crash." Curly offered a sly smile and Ponyboy blushed, looking up at his house. He figured it would be okay, if he was back in time to come back inside. Grabbing his blue quilt to cover him from the cold wind that his flannel nightclothes could only stand for so long, he followed the drunk Curly a couple blocks to his house. Curly's house wasn't what you'd call. . . pleasent. But it had a roof and four walls.

"Me Casa est you casta. . .wait. Hol' on." Curly thought for a moment. wondering if that was how it was pronounced. "Ah, never'min. Com'on."

Ponyboy nodded, following Curly up the steps and entered the slightly lit house.

"YOU DRUNK FUCKER!" A woman's shrill scream was heard from a room. Ponyboy's head jerked as he saw two adults, one a woman, the other a much colder, meaner, older version of Tim Sheppard. Suddenly, Ponyboy felt safer on his front porch.

"They won't bite, just don't get involved." Curly hiccupped, taking another swing at his liquor.

Ponyboy nodded, clutching his blanket closer to him as he followed Curly to Curly's room. Curly's room was just as messy as the rest of the house (Ponyboy assumed) The bed wasn't made, (although, it looked soft) clothes were everywhere, nudy-magazines could be seen and there were a few holes and dent marks in the walls. Curly took off his shirt, revealing his slightly toned body, he wasn't much to look at but he had something.

Ponyboy blushed.

Curly jumped on his bed that made a loud 'crack' and Ponyboy winced.

"Um. . .where do I sleep?" Ponyboy asked, hearing something shatter downstairs, not knowing if he was going to get some sleep tonight.

Curly smiled, devilishy and Ponyboy's eyes widened.

"Uh. you know, I forgot something-" Ponyboy gasped when Curly had him pinned against the wall.

"Where ya' goin' Baby-Curtis?" Curly slurred.

"Um-um." Ponyboy was frightened.

"Mmmm." Curly took in Ponyboy's scent, slowly placing his hand down the front of Ponyboy's flannel pajama pants. "I'm gonna' please. . . us"

"You know, you're pretty cute."

"Fiesty, too"

"I ain't gonna' do anything but please myself, Greaser."

Ponyboy let out a shriek that startled Curly, almost out of his drunkenness. Angela was startled, awaken with her sleeping mask still on, the fight downstairs had stopped with the foreign shrill voice in the house and walking from his car to the house, Tim Sheppard groaned, he knew that scream.

"What the fuck?! Calm down you're gonna' wake everyone!" Curly hissed.

Ponyboy couldn't stop breathing rapidly, the voices and the faces of the Socs on the bus. They were in his head, clawing at the depths of his skull and they wouldn't leave. Curly cocked an eyebrow watching the boy shiver and shake on the floor. Ponyboy's eyes were on the verge of tears as he was on the ground. Their voices echoing in his ears, tormenting him.

"Wha' got you in an' knot?" Curly asked, taking a swig of the whiskey, bluntly. At this time, Tim Sheppard opened the door, knocking Ponyboy down a peg and he sighed.

"What is he doing here?" He didn't mean to sound angry, but he was planning on going to sleep.

Curly belched, giving Tim a whiff of the stale alcohol left on his breath. "He was lock'. . . out."

Tim rolled his eyes, gently picking up The Youngest Curtis brother off the ground and setting him on his feet. Tim cooked his head and walked away, Ponyboy followed, picking up his blanket and following Tim, ignoring Curly's threats of 'having his ass' sooner or later.

Tim had given Ponyboy a ride a few blocks to his house, Tim wasn't the one to have people cry, more or less boys cry, and console them. Although he did know what happened to Ponyboy, hearing the story from Soda and Darry, he could only ignore Ponyboy as he gave him a ride home.

"Get to bed." Tim spoke before driving off, Ponyboy nodded, thanking him while sniffling.

As Tim's car left Soda ran out the front door.

"Oh my baby!" Soda cried. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have let Darry talk me into this, I came out to see if you were cold and you were gone, I'm so sorry!" Holding Ponyboy in his arms Ponyboy nuzzled into his shoulder and the crook of his neck. Darry stood in the doorway, shaking his head. His plan had failed miserably-he gasped.

"Ponyboy!" Darry called.

Ponyboy looked at Darry, Soda looked back at Darry too.

"Look around, you're outside!"

Ponyboy knew he was outside, but it wasn't just that, but once again, he felt SAFE being outside. Ponyboy smiled, happily.

"I'm not afraid anymore!" He cheered.

"Yay!" Soda clapped. "This calls for a celebration, Ponyboy! Dessert before breakfast, dessert before lunch, dessert before dinner, DESSERT BEFORE DESSERT!" He was only loud enough for the whole neightborhood to hear, but Darry's loud voice made sure he was quiet for the rest of the night:

"Sodapop Curtis, if you play this game again, I'll knock you so hard, your clothes will be out of style!"

Ponyboy smiled, he wasn't afraid anymore. It was a small victory, one of many they'd have to repair.

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