Hi Everyone, I know I shouldn't probably start a new story without finishing my others, but I just can't pass this idea off! This story is in dedication to: JessieMundaiFan. Because of her inspirational story: Wild Ride.
Please enjoy the story!
DISCLAIMERS: I don't own The Outsiders, or That Was Then, This Is Now. S. E. Hinton does. And I also do not own: Wild Ride. That is' Jessie's own idea.
CHAPTER 2
The last few days hadn't been too kind to Ponyboy. First a car crash kills his parents on Friday, his favorite TV show was canceled and above it all, he was forced to dress nice, not grease his hair and sit quietly at the Social Worker's office. It was mainly Soda who was having trouble sitting still, but Ponyboy was as quiet as a mouse while Darry and The Social Worker talked. Soda gazed out the window, hearing his stomach growl he turned to Ponyboy and smirked.
"Hey, my stomach say's it's past noon. How about we beg Darry to take us to get some food after this?"
Ponyboy couldn't help but smile at Soda. Soda always made him smile.
"I'm not hungry, Soda."
"But I am, little brother. And you need to eat. You're lookin' kind of scrawny. "
Ponyboy shook his head and Soda wrapped his arm around Ponyboy's shoulders, bringing him closer.
"Don't be too worried, Pony." Soda couldn't see clearly through the window, but Darry was signing papers, Soda was just happy he knew what the papers were for, or he'd be very worried.
"Darry is signing the paper for custody. Not signing us over-"
"No. That's not why I'm. . . " Ponyboy trailed off, mentally smacking himself for realizing he almost gave away his feelings. He just didn't want Soda to worry.
"What?" Soda asked.
"Soda. . . I feel sick. But Not throw up sick, but. . . heart sick." Ponyboy felt tears come to his eyes as he held Soda's hand up to his heart and Soda sadly smiled, kissing Ponyboy's brow.
"I know, Baby. I feel like that too. But Ponyboy, it's okay to be sad, but just don't forget to be happy too, ya' know?" Soda smiled sweetly. Ponyboy nodded, smiling. He didn't feel "heart sick" anymore.
Soon, Darry came out of the office, holding up the papers. Soda smiled, wanting to jump up but Darry held his hand.
"Look guys, there's gonna' be some changes." He sternly spoke, something Ponyboy didn't like.
"With the state on our backs," Darry spoke quietly while the trio walked out of the building. "We can't get in trouble, none at all. They're already mad that you dropped out," He pointed the curled up papers toward Soda. "And you need to keep your grades good, got me, kid brothers?"
Ponyboy and Soda nodded, but before they could say something, Darry had them in a hold.
"Thank God somthing went right this week." He smiled. Soda smiled happily hugging Darry back. Ponyboy softly smiled, resting his head in the crook of Darry's neck.
"Now. . . who wants some food?"
"ME, ME, ME!" Soda bounced.
Curly groaned, slowly lifting his head as the sunshine peaked in through the window, aiming at his face.
"Fuck. . .wha' happen?" He mumbled, still not quite awake.
"Rise and shine, curly-locks." Bryon, Mark's "brother" called, entering the room with a dish towel. "And get out, my mom's coming home today. I don't want her seeing trash on my floor."
Curly smirked, knowing the room was spotless, besides him.
"Wow. That's insulting coming from a bastard."
Bryon rolled his eyes. "Hurry up. Either go home or help me clean."
Curly hasn't "cleaned" anything since third grade when him and some other boys littered the boy's bathroom and the principal walked in just in time to see Curly throw a roll of toilet paper on some kid's face.
Not to mention Shepard's don't clean anything, regardless if it's their mess or not.
"See ya'."
"Find someplace else to sleep tonight, Curly." Bryon spat. Curly would had laid it to him, but he was too tired to deal with anything and he was bored.
He smirked walking into the sunshine, still in the clothes he wore yesterday, a blue plaid shirt, white t-shirt with holes and pitch black pants. He found a switchblade in his back pocket and the cars driving on the street made him eager to head into town.
Soda opened his mouth and down the burger went, whole and all.
Darry watched in horror while Ponyboy giggled.
Soda belched, hitting his chest.
"That. . . was disgusting, Sodapop."
"I wonder if I do it again they'll let me have more free fries?" Soda asked himself, smirking at the red-head who was working the register up front. After ten minutes of "talking" she gave him a free large bag of fries. AND free Pepsi-refills.
"Soda, enough is enough. Ponyboy, I haven't seen you eat a thing, eat." Darry spoke, sipping his Pepsi. Ponyboy couldn't help but not eat, Sodapop was making him laugh.
The trio were at The Dingo, messing around like they used to, like it was a normal day. Before that bad week.
"I don't understand how you eat like a pig, Soda."
"It's easy, you open your mouth, chew, then swallow." Soda laughed. Darry frowned while Ponyboy giggled threw his Pepsi, blowing bubbles.
Curly crouched behind a new black Ford. The Dealer was talking to a newly-wed couple and Curly flicked his switchblade. Very carefully he jabbed the knife into the tire, cutting the rubber while the air blew into his face. He held back a laugh as he slashed the last tire. Rolling under a different bar behind the salesman, he slashed those tires too.
Just when he was about to call it quits, he gasped.
A red Thunder-bird was on display in the middle of the lot. This car had white wheels, WHITE WHEELS! Burly couldn't pass this offer up. His eyes glittered with the thought of these white bad-boys deflating. Just as he was about to slash his switchblade into the tires-
"My Cars!" Curly jumped, startled. The Sales man had finally noticed the damage Curly had done.
The salesman spotted Curly. A passing cop car was flagged down by the salesman as Curly bolted away.
"I ain't goin' back to juvy!" Curly declared to himself.
Ponyboy laughed as Soda shoved two french fries up his nose but Darry kept his head down in embarrassment, but he couldn't help but laugh.
"You're somethin' ya' know that, Soda?"
Ponyboy stopped laughing when the door to the Dingo opened and someone flew under their booth. Ponyboy nearly shriked while Darry stood up.
"What the?" Soda asked, he glanced down and growled.
"Curly" Soda hissed. "What are you doing?"
"Shut up!"
Before Soda could say another word two cops came into the Dingo. Ponyboy was frightened as the two cops came closer to their booth. After what had just happened, Ponyboy was still a little shooken up, he was scared these cops were going to take him away from Soda and Darry.
"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Darry asked.
"Did you see anyone run in here?" Of course the officer would question the only Greasers in the Dingo. Out of all the regular customers, it would be these guys to interview. Darry thought for a moment, this would look good if he turned Curly in. He heard all about Curly leaving Juvinal Detention, him confessing just might send him back for whatever he did. But then again. . .
"I'm sorry officer, I must have miss him or her. I didn't see anyone, my back was turned to the door." Darry replied. It was half the truth, Darry didn't know anyone came in here until Curly slid under the booth.
Ponyboy gulped, daring not to look under the table.
The officer stepped closer to Ponyboy, who had a pink blush to his face.
"Did you see anything?" The cop asked. Down bellow Curly turned his head, getting a great view of Ponyboy's crotch, smirking he moved his head just a little closer, maybe to lay his head on the Greaser's lap, but Ponyboy could feel curly moving and at the right moment caught his nose in-between his knees and squeezed them together.
"No officer, I'm sorry." Ponyboy sounded so innocent, it was frightening really. But it was more than enough to have the cop believe him.
He wanted to scream from the nose-to-knee impact, but Curly desperately held his breath, praying the greaser's legs and the cheap table cloth were enough to block his sight.
The officer nodded.
"Alright, sorry to bother you folks. If you see a Curly-haired hoodlum run in here please contact us, we believe he was the one slashing tires at the Car-Lot." The officer walked away and Darry replied that he would.
When the commotion was over and everyone went back to their food, Darry hauled Curly from under the table by the collar of his jacket.
"Damn you!" Curly spat. "If you ruin this, I'll-"
"What? You'll slash me like you did those tires?" Darry asked, looking around to make sure the coast was clear before tossing Curly into the truck.
Darry hopped in the driver's seat whole Soda hopped in back, making sure Ponyboy sat in front. Away from Curly.
"Listen you snot-nosed punk. You could have gotten us in a heap of trouble!" Darry screamed. "I ain't your brother, but god dammit I will smack you!"
Curly rolled his eyes. "Oooh, go ahead, I'll just cry to the police for child abuse."
It was Soda's turn to get mad and Soda's never mad. "YOU LITTLE BRAT!"
Ponyboy sunk deeper into his seat while Soda and Darry argued with a sly-grinning Curly.
Tim Shepard kissed the brunette stripper on the cheek, earning a giggle from the dancer. The loud music and ungodly-bright lights flickered around the room where couldn't tell if it was night or day. This was Buck's. Dallas Winston's second home and Tim Shepard's meeting place.
"Dance, baby." Tim threw a ten while she positioned herself. Just as she was about to bounce, Buck came into the room.
"No interruptions." Tim growled, growing impatient.
"Phone." Buck held up the black cored phone while Tim groaned. The brunette stuffed the ten in her bra, calling in the next customer.
"You owe me." Tim growled in Buck's ear, taking the phone.
"Yeah?"
"Tim? This is Darry."
"Oh, need something?" Tim tried to not sound annoyed but this was his "me" time and he hated when that was disturbed.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, I do."
"Well. . . what?"
"Get over here and take your tire-slashing brother home!"
Tim was confused. "Curly? He's in Juvy."
"You didn't know he got out yesterday?" Darry groaned, Tim couldn't help but feel the same way. Tim sighed, looking back at his lovely-stripped waiting for him. He'd have to ditch her for his idiot brother. Again.
"Give me ten minutes, I'm on my way."
Darry nodded. "Alright. See you then." He hung up the phone glaring back at Curly who still had his tiry converse shoes on and was sitting on his sofa watching TV.
"Curly, get your feet off the couch." Darry hissed.
"Who's gonna' make me, blubber-butt?" Curly switched the channel.
Soda walked in the room and slowly back out seeing the rage-look in Darry's eyes. Darry bit his lip, he kept repeating: Ten more minutes, ten more minutes. In his head as he walked to his own room, slamming the door. Ponyboy came in swiftly from the bathroom, Curly immedatly sat up, allowing the Greaser to sit next to him.
"Curly. . . You can't talk to people like that," Ponyboy blushed. "It's rude."
Curly knew it was rude, hell, his brother and Dallas Winston invented the word, he was just living up to it.
"Maybe." Curly mumbled, flicking the TV to a western Ponyboy looked interested in.
Curly smirked, wrapping his arm around the top of the sofa, just above Ponyboy's shoulders. He desperately wanted to wrap his arm around Ponyboy, but just as he was about to the door opened and in walked Steve Randle, and two-bit Matthews.
"Well, well, well. It's Curly-locks and Muffin-Boy." Two-bit laughed.
Ponyboy looked confused but Curly growled like a mad-dog. These two clowns ruined everything!
"So, Curls, how long have you been out of the Juvy? I heard you left yesterday." Two-bit smirked.
"You just answered your own question, Two-shit," Curly rolled his eyes. His attention was now on Steve who was staring at him with disgust.
"Don't you have a girlfriend to knock up or something?" Curly demanded "Cause if not then go away."
"Screw you, you little punk!" Steve screamed "And you!" He turned to Ponyboy. "Shut your damn mouth!"
"I didn't say anything" Ponyboy muttered, ignoring Steve.
"H-hello?" A timid call came from the doorway. Ponyboy's eyes lit up with glee and he ran to the door. "Johnny!" With that the said Greaser gave Johnny a big hug, something the rest of the gang but Curly was used to having happen.
Right now there was a tsunami of anger flooding over Curly's head as he watched the two embrace one another in a hug. Curly didn't know this, but Everyone (accept Dallas and Steve) hugged Johnny, even Darry hugged Johnny, once. But Ponyboy did it often than others.
"Are you okay?" Ponyboy asked. "Your dad didn't beat you, did he?"
"Naw, I've an saw Dally in the cooler. He won't get out till next month though."
Curly felt ignored. Ponyboy's attention went from all directed to him to Johnny in less than a split second.
Curly's eyes narrowed at his "competition." Jut before he could open his mouth, Tim Shepard opened the door and casually walked in.
Yay!
I hope you like it so far, Jessie.
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