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Chapter 19

The theater was darker than Ponyboy thought it noramlly was. It was him and Curly in the theater tonight since it was a wensday, one of the theater's slowest days. Pony's eyes would be glued to the screen, but thanks to a certain greaser, he kept adverting his eyes towards him.

". . . Hi." Ponyboy meekly said.

Curly smiled. "I think you said that already."

Ponyboy blushed. Hoping Curly couldn't see through the darkness. Curly's stomach growled, after doing all those chores at the Curtis' he worked up an appetite.

"So, what movie is this?" Ponyboy asked.

"I dunno." Curly smirked, he knew exactly what movie this was. He wanted to see some girls in swimsuits, jumping around.

Curly's stomach growled louder.

"Oh, um, I forgot snacks." Ponyboy hesitantly stood up, but Curly stood up after him. "Nah, I'll go. Movie doesn't start till later anyway." Ponyboy nodded, smiling back at Curly to watch the screen.

When Curly left to the concessions stand, he let the door swing wide open, not noticing it was halted to a stop by a white sports-tennis shoe. Ponyboy's eyes flickered in amazement as the movie began to play, that spark had never left his eyes whenever a movie began playing. He was so focused into the movie he never heard the door being jammed with a broom one of the ushers carelessly left laying around in the theater.

Ponyboy giggled when the seat next to him was plopped on.

"Well, that was fast-"

He gasped.

That wasn't Curly.

"Yeah, I want a big bucket of popcorn. . . ." Curly sighed, not knowing what he really wanted, he knew he should have asked Ponyboy what he wanted.

"And, uh. . . "

The cashier dind't look too happy to be kept waiting.

"Sir, if you don't know what you want-"

"FUCK OFF!" Curly screamed, scaring the guy. "I can fuckin' rob you if I wanted to! Let me take my god-damn time!"

The cashier just nodded in fear.

Ponyboy shivered in his seat. The boy wasn't even looking at him, just the screen. Ponyboy could make out the black hair and sting-ray blue eyes. The same eyes on the bus not too long ago.

"Uh. ..there's seats over there." He pointed to the far end of the theater.

This made the boy glance at him.

"Hello." He slurred.

"Please leave." Ponyboy trembled.

"I have just as much right to be here as you do." He smirked. Yeah, but not right next to me! Ponyboy screamed to himself. "Just like I can have some of that fine piece of ass, like everyone else."

Ponyboy blushed. "N-no!"

"Oh, I think you'll love it, slut."

Ponyboy tried to get up and run away but he was tackled on the stairway, falling to the floor of the theater.

"Where'ya goin?" His attacker screamed, pinning him to the ground.

"So, I have one bucket of popcorn and two large cokes, will that be all?" The cashier jittered.

"Hurry up!" Curly screamed, tapping his fingers against the counter. Already this guy has burnt three buckets of popcorn on him, he was missing half of his movie because of it.

Ponyboy screamed for help, but the woman on the screen was doing it too, blocking out his cries for help.

"No one's gonna' hear you, not that greasy-curly haired bastard neither." The Soc licked his lips, turning Ponyboy over to shove his tounge down his throat. He could feel himself hardening as he dry humped the poor greaser. Ponyboy tried kicking him off, but his legs were locked and his arms were pinned against the floor.

"Sir, you didn't pay me!" The cashier called to Curly.

"Tell me if you deserved it or not!" Curly called back. Hoping to disappear into the theater before the kid could call the manager. When he got to the door, he was surprised when it wouldn't open.

"They don't lock the doors, what the fuck?" He put down the snacks and tried jamming the door to open.

"How could you have not noticed he was gone, Soda?" Darry yelled while driving around town with Soda, Two-bit and Steve. Dallas and Johnny were on foot all of them looking for Ponyboy.

"I'm sorry, after all the commotion and Curly's temper our baby just slipped by, it's not my fault!" Soda huffed.

"Well, it's getting late and he's not home. That's pissing me off Soda and you're not helping!"

Steve, who could care less about this "mission" (as Soda called it) noticed the Movie House.

"Hey, maybe he's at the movies-"

"Goddamit it Soda I don't ask for much, just to watch him and you let him go out with dangerous hoods-"

"He leaves with Dally all the time!"

"STUPID, dangerous hoods!" Darry corrected himself.

"OOOOOOH! I'm telling Dally you called him stupid!" Soda smirked.

"Hey, hey go back! He's probably at the theaters!" Steve said. Two-bit smirked seeing no one was listening to Steve, he hatched a plan.

"I didn't call Dallas stupid, I called-"

"DARRY SODA! CHECK THE MOVIES, PONYBOY MIGHT BE IN THERE!" Two-bit screamed.

". . . .That's actually a smart idea, Two-bit, keep your voice down." Darry said, pulling into a parking place. Steve growled in anger, startling Soda.

"What's your problem?"

Two-bit just snickered.

"Someone help!" Ponyboy screamed loudly, loud enough for Curly to hear it and he started kicking the door harder, breaking bits and pieces of the wooden broom each time.

"You're mine, Curtis." The Soc growled, Ponyboy's eyes widened and Curly kicked in the door, darting up the isle to sock the Soc in the face with his brass knuckles he pulled from his pants pocket. Those three were the only ones in the theater so Curly had all the space to fight as he wanted. He started punching, kicking, slamming his face into seats, anything he could think of. He saw red and he was pissed.

The Soc had his fair hits too, but nothing more than a bruise in his left eye and a cut above his left cheek.

The ribs Darry had cracked weeks ago were starting to ache again, they felt smashed once against when Curly wailed one on him there too. He screamed in pain, crashing to the floor, with no signs of getting up. Curly spat what felt like saliva, but red like blood out of his mouth and ran to Ponyboy who was sobbing on the floor.

"Ponyboy?" He softly spoke.

Ponyboy looked up at Curly with teary eyes.

On the screen, a beautiful lady and romantic man looked at one another as well.

"I'm so sorry, Ponyboy." Curly breathed, "It's all my fault."

Ponyboy shook his head. "I'm weak, it's not your fault, Curly."

"No, Ponyboy." Curly stopped Ponyboy from saying anything more. "You. Ponyboy. Are not weak. You're the smartest, kindest, most beautiful person I know."

Ponyboy's eyes widened a bit more if it was possible. "I'm . . . beautiful?"

Curly smiled sweetly, nodding.

On the screen, matching time in reality, both the fantasy characters and Ponyboy and Curly joined in a blissful kiss. Ponyboy smiled into this; for the first time in his life, upon someone other than his family, this kiss wasn't forced. He felt loved and he felt-watched.

His eyes widened as he saw his brothers and the gang staring at him and curly with wide eyes.

Curly slowly turned around, "Oh. . . .Hi?"

Soda quickly ran to Ponyboy, seeing he had a bruise on his cheek from the fall. Everyone noticed the soc laying on the floor and Curly's bloody knuckles.

"What is going on here?" Everyone turned to see the manager, a large fat man with the cashier from earlier who Curly threatened.

"That kid's unconscious!" He pointed out the soc laying on the floor.

"That's the soc, Darry." Dallas whispered in Darry's ear. Darry nodded, he remembered this kid.

"Someone please explain this!" The manager cried. Darry and Soda bit their lips. They didn't know what was going on but more than likely the cops would be involved.

"It's my fault." Curly stood up.

Pony's eyes widened. "What?" He whispered.

"I beat that kid senseless. He pissed me off, what can I say?" Curly shrugged, winking towards Ponyboy. Minutes later the cops were called and the gang was told to leave while Curly stayed. Ponyboy and everyone witnessed Curly being arrested and Soda sighed.

"That was tuff. Guess he's one of us."

"Took one for the team." Steve commented. "Tuff enough."

Ponyboy sighed sadly watching the car drive away. He knew now Curly would be in uvy, for how long he didn't know. Darry patted Ponyboy on the back.

"You okay, Ponyboy? You scared us, running off like that."

"I'm sorry, Darry." Ponyboy mumbled. "I just thought I was brave enough-"

"What are you talking about?" Steve grumbled.

"Ponyboy, you are brave, in your own way." Soda smiled, patting Ponyboy on the head. Ponyboy smiled, looking back at the theaters. He had enough movies to last him a long time.

"Let's head back home." Darry smiled, everyone liked the sound of that idea and headed towards the truck.

Two-bit let out a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Steve asked.

"I'm just wondering why no one wanted to know what Movie Ponyboy saw-"

Ponyboy froze.

Darry stopped walking and looked back at Ponyboy. "What movie was that?"

Ponyboy kept his mouth shut but Two-bit spoke for him. "Sexy-swimsuit summer!"

"Ponyboy!" Darry screamed.

Ponyboy groaned, not ready for the sex talk of his life.

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