Chap 7 ya'll! Some S/Pb! and lil' bit of J/Pb! I hope you guys don't mind that ;D 'course ya don't! Well, a song from the band Weezer made me think to pair up J and Pb, and Johnny's going to have a few lines from the song, just throwing a disclaimer out there to my favorite band. But definitely look up the song: Brave new world by Weezer, It goes perfectly with Johnny and Pony's relationship in this chap. To help you guys decipher which ones are the lyrics and which ones aren't, I'll put the lyrics in this style and the non-lyrics in normal print =) Oh, and fyi, Pony's bein' a bit of a Debby downer and doesn't have much of his fight left in him ever since I sent you know who to da coola
Pony: ;n; y u so mean?
Ponyboy laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Feeling deeply under the weather. Seemingly to have gone into a depression ever since Dally was locked up. Sulking, sighing and moping was all he seemed to do anymore.
'I knew Dal would've left me if I didn't give it up to him, why else would he get himself in trouble like that?' Ponyboy thought, sighing as he pulled the blanket to his chest. 'I was just his damn play thing.' Pony thought angrily, hating himself for actually believing the hood when he said he loved him. 'I can't believe I was so stupid!' the auburn thought, clenching his fists into the blanket, glaring holes into the ceiling. 'I'm more angry at myself for loving him,' Pony thought, rolling onto his side, staring out the window. 'He lied to me,' Ponyboy thought sadly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"Pony, you alright?" Soda asked, settling into bed next to his brother. Rubbing his brother's shoulder as if to coax the words out of him. "I know Dal was pretty close to you, that why yer so gloomy Pone?" Sodapop asked, stroking his brother's arm soothing and sympathetically.
"I just-" Ponyboy began to say, only to cut it off with an irritated sigh, shaking his head.
"Ya just what Pone?" Soda asked, pulling on his brother's shoulder so he was laying on his back; no longer facing away from him.
"I-" Ponyboy paused, unsure of how to break it to his brother. "Can I tell you something? And you promise not to tell anyone?" Ponyboy asked, rolling onto his side so he could face his brother better.
"Pony, you can tell me anythin'," Soda said with a laugh, almost finding it cute how his brother still managed to act like an elementary-Schooler; given his age and his high school stature, he managed to pull it off quite well.
"Well, yeah, me and Dally were pretty close, actually really close," Ponyboy said, a slight blush creeping to his cheeks.
"I'm not followin' too closely Pone," Soda said, not understanding what Pony meant entirely. Feeling a tad apologetic when his brother sighed in irritation.
"I- we-we kinda, had something," Ponyboy stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously " We had feelings for each other, and, well…" Soda starred at his brother for a moment before asking,
"So you were seein' each other; like hookin' up?" Soda said, watching as his brother's face flushed completely red as he nodded. "Oh," Soda said nonchalantly. "Oh!" he said again when the realization struck him, "Oh," he said again, nodding his head in what seemed like an understanding or approval, "Oh, naawww!" he said once more, ruffling his brothers hair. "Oh, that stinks, he got himself in jail, Awww. don't worry, it'll work." Soda said, giving his brother a hug.
"Really?" Ponyboy asked, letting himself get pulled into a hug by his brother, laying lax as his brother's arms wrapped around him.
"Yeah," Soda said, rubbing his brother's back. "I know from experience." Sodapop said, patting Pony lightly.
"Experience? Have you dated a guy before?" Ponyboy asked, nuzzling his chin into his brother's chest, looking at him with his big green eyes.
"I didn't 'date' him, I am dating him, I guess." Soda said, twirling a lock of his brother's auburn hair.
"Who?" Ponyboy asked, extremely interested.
"Steve." Soda said plainly, not realizing how much of a mental shock his poor brother was in.
'Steve! Freakin' Steve! The same Steve that has been a thorn in my aching side since the day we met? Steve Randel! The same Steve Randel that has been trying to get in my pants?' Ponyboy thought, too stunned to even talk, to even yell in protest, to even be able to tell Soda what Steve had done to him. But he decided it was for the better not to tell as to not break his brother's heart.
"We've actually been goin' out for a while. But yeah we've had feelin's for each other I guess you could say for a while, and decided to, well, haha, ya know," Soda said, making light of the subject. "I know you two don't get along too well, but, neither of you have killed each other, so I guess that's pretty good," Soda chuckled, yawning tiredly before dozing off slightly, murmuring a 'night' before he was too far gone in the dream world.
"Night," Ponyboy nearly whispered, still in shock of Soda's relationship with Steve, managing to doze off after an hour or so of thinking.
Ponyboy woke several hours later, doing his usual morning routine, settling onto the couch afterwards to sulk as he looked out the window.
"Ponyboy," a stern voice said from the doorway of the kitchen. The auburn turned his head towards the voice, finding his eldest brother, Darry. "Get outside, you've been moping around for the past two weeks; go get some fresh air," Darry said, walking back into the kitchen. Ponyboy sighed in irritation, getting off the couch and going over to the screen door, pressing on it before stepping out.
"Is Soda here?" a voice came from the body that was coming up the walk. Pony looked over to the walk finding Steve.
"He lives here, where else would he be," Ponyboy said dryly, watching as Steve came up the porch steps. 'I can't believe you two are dating,' Pony thought, looking the older greaser over from head to toe; finding nothing attractive about him.
"You better shut that pretty little mouth of yer's before I shut it for you," Steve growled out, giving a good shove to the auburn's shoulder, watching as the kid wobbled a bit, falling onto the couch as he lost his balance. Steve laughed coldly, opening the screen door and stepping into the house, purposely slamming the door behind him.
"Ass-munch," Ponyboy cussed under his breath, settling onto the couch comfortably.
His head popping up when he heard the familiar low rumbling of Two-Bit's car, watching as it rolled down the street, pulling into the driveway.
"Hey Pone!" the rusty haired greaser shouted, stepping out of his car, Johnny hopping out the passenger side.
"Hey Two-Bit," Ponyboy said, a small smile on his face as the greaser passed him on his way into the house. "Hey Johnny cakes," Ponyboy said, not noticing him at first.
"Hey," Johnny said, walking around the front of the car over to the walk. Stepping up the porch steps, sitting on the couch next to Pony.
"Wanna go hang by the park for a while, then maybe headin' over to the Nightly-Double?" Ponyboy suggested to his friend.
"Ah, I don't know man, me and Two-Bit were gonna head over to Buck's for a while," Johnny said. "Maybe when we get back the three of us can go; we're not goin' to be too long anyways." Johnny said, a bit of a 'sorry' lacing his words, giving an apologetic shrug as he toyed with a loose button on his jean jacket.
"Sure," Ponyboy said, a bit mellowed that his best friend had other plans; knowing full well that he was never allowed to Buck's under Darry's and Soda's orders, so he wouldn't even be allowed to tag along.
"Ya ready Johnnycakes?" Two-Bit asked, stepping out of the house and onto the porch.
"Yeah," Johnny said, standing up. "Catch ya later Pony," Johnny said as he stepped off the porch behind Two-Bit.
"Later," Pony said in return, watching as they clambered back into Two-Bit's car before taking off down the road.
"Hey, Pony, wanna come with me and Steve ta get some cokes?" Soda asked cheerfully as he stepped outside, patting his brother on the back. Ponyboy was a bit reluctant to answer; unsure if he really wanted to deal with Steve when he was feeling so depressed but decided otherwise.
"Sure, I'll come." he said with a shrug. Steve immediately pulled Sodapop over to the side.
"Why ya gotta go around invitin' him for?" Steve asked, giving Ponyboy a sharp glare, whom gave him one in return just as sharp, if not sharper.
"'Cause he ain't feelin' too good, and I hate seein' him like that. Try and cheer him up, or at least just stop fightin' for today and get along, 'kay?" Soda said, giving Steve a grin, making his friend grin as well. "'Sides, he's my brother, I can't not invite him." Soda explained "For me?" he nearly begged, smiling up at his friend as he rested his hand on his shoulder.
"Fine." he said, the grin now fading into a smirk.
The three of them were going down to the drugstore in the shopping center to buy some Cokes. Settling into a booth and sipped on their drinks after having ordered them. Soda being Soda, just couldn't sit still. Taking the paper wrapping on his straw, blew it at Steve. Steve retaliated playfully, doing the same to his friend, eliciting a laugh from him, soon Ponyboy joined in. The trio were now goofing around like kids, causing a bit of a scene. The manager not appreciating their obnoxious behavior, put an end to their tomfoolery, asking them to leave.
"I'll meet'cha out front, I have to go to the bathroom." Ponyboy said as he scooted out of the booth and walked towards the restrooms. Little did he know that Steve was trailing behind him. His hand grasped the cool metal handle as he pushed the door open, letting it close behind him. All of the stalls and urinals were vacant, leaving the bathroom empty. After relieving himself in one of the urinals, he proceeded to wash then dry his hands. A sudden slam of the door made him jump, looking to the door he found Steve, giving the older greaser an annoyed glare. He went to walk out, but a shove from Steve made him falter and stumble backwards. "What!" he snapped angrily when Steve shoved him into a stall.
"Soda said to cheer you up," the older greaser said with a leer, pressing the smaller boy up against the stall wall. Placing a hand on Pony's waist, moving himself closer to the auburn as a sadistic smirk sliced his lips.
"I-I don't think this is what he meant." Ponyboy stammered as Steve's hands became more adventurous, shivering as they ran up and down his body. Ponyboy winced as the older greaser raked his nails down his sides. Gasping in shock when Steve thrust his leg in between his thighs as his hands gripped his ass. "Ah!" Ponyboy gasped as the hands on his rear tightened their grip on him, pulling him a bit further up the older greaser's leg.
"I guess all that damn runnin' you do pays off perfectly." Steve growled lowly in the auburn's ear, cupping and rubbing the younger greaser's round ass. 'So nice and firm, wonder what its like on the inside,' Steve thought, continuing to grope the auburn; running his fingers over the rounded cheeks, giving them a good tweak every so often.
"Don't," Pony said as Steve tried to capture his lips with his own, shuddering as he turned his head away from the older teen as he screwed his eyes closed. Stopping Steve's wandering hands with a firm grip of his own. Steve ignored the auburn, pinning Pony's hands above his head by his wrists with one hand. Ponyboy wriggled to try and break free as the older greaser slid his hand under his shirt, feeling the hot, soft skin of his torso.
"Ste -," Ponyboy tried to say, only to be hushed by the older greaser's lips, "Mmpph!" Pony attempted to break away, only giving the perfect opportunity for Steve to slide his tongue into his hot mouth. The auburn tried to break away as he shook his head, only to be stopped abruptly by a rough calloused hand gripping his jaw in a tight grip.
"Mmmnn," Steve moaned as he explored the younger greaser's sweet mouth, swirling his tongue around in the boy's mouth; trying to taste the teen completely. Ponyboy tried to break out of Steve's grip, squirming desperately, but too weakly to get away. Feeling Steve's tongue nudge his own, trying to coax the auburn to kiss back. Giving up on the boy's non-complying mouth, he moved to the auburn's neck.
"Ah!" Ponyboy gasped as the older greaser began to nip and lap at his neck. "S-stop," Ponyboy panted out lightly, squirming as Steve began to undo the front of his pants.
"Nmm, no!" Pony said, thrashing his hips to get the older teen's hand's off of him, but to no avail.
"Quit squirmin' kid, I'll make sure it feels good," Steve leered, groping the auburn's package through his underwear.
"Nghh," Ponyboy groaned softly, feeling himself hardening in Steve's hand. 'N-no, damn body! I really hate you right now, ahnh!' Ponyboy cussed himself, hating how his body betrayed him. "Stop! I-I don't want this!" Ponyboy growled out the best he could, trying not to buck his hips into Steve's hand.
"I think your dick begs ta differ Pony," Steve chuckled, gliding his hand down Pony's shaft.
"Uhngh," Ponyboy groaned, struggling to free his hands from Steve's grasp. "Ngh, no." Ponyboy panted out, feeling the older teen's lips back on his neck. "Ahn," Pony gasped softly, his head falling back, giving Steve more access to his neck.
"Feelin' any better Pone?" Steve growled lowly next to Pony's ear, loving how the auburn gasped and twitched under his touch.
"Nhh, stop!" Ponyboy struggled, moaning when Steve swirled his thumb around the head of his penis.
"I don't think you really want me to," Steve said, squeezing the inside of the boy's thigh, massaging it deeply and slowly, watching as the boy shuddered under his touch. Moving his hand back to the boy's groin, chuckling softly when the auburn moaned and bucked his hips softly. "Let's take this a step farther," Steve said, pulling Pony's pants down to his thigh, reaching back up to stroke the auburn.
"Let go! Ge-get off!" Ponyboy growled, his hips bucking forward into Steve's hand. Cursing himself for doing so. Not able to stop himself from continuing to thrust into Steve's hand. "Ahn," Ponyboy whimpered as Steve forced his mouth over his, shoving his tongue into the auburn's mouth. "Mmnph!," Ponyboy groaned as Steve pressed his tongue deeper into his mouth, only to retaliate with his teeth.
"Ah, fuck!" Steve cussed, pulling away from Pony's sweet mouth. "Not diggin' it?" Steve hissed as he backed off a bit, letting go of Pony's wrists. "No wonder Dally left ya, you're such a prude," Steve gritted out, shoving him away as if he were a bag of trash, leaving Ponyboy in the bathroom to go join up with Soda.
"Dally," Pony said in a choked whisper, a lump in his throat making it hard to breathe. Usually what Steve says to him, he just lets it roll right off or fight back with a snarled comeback of his own. But that struck an ultimate low, it stuck in his head, repeating and rolling over and over again in his mind. So focused on what Steve said, he couldn't even remember how or when he got home, all he knew was that he was lying on his back on his bed starring at the ceiling. 'Maybe I should just forget about Dally to save myself from anymore damn heart ache. I need someone to help me forget about him.' Ponyboy thought, clenching his chest over his heart as if it were in physical pain, only feeling the low 'thump, thump' of his heart.
"Hey, Ponyboy," came a soft, timid voice from the doorway. Johnny stepped in, watching as his friend sat up immediately upon seeing him.
"Johnny," Ponyboy said in voice mixed between excitement and surprise.
"None of the movies at the Double are that good tonight; me an' Two-Bit checked earlier, wanna just head over to the park, we could just watch the sun set instead," Johnny said, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets.
"Sure, a sunset is better than a movie anyway," Ponyboy smiled at his friend, getting up off of the bed and heading over to the door, standing in front of his friend. 'When did Johnny get so tall?' Pony asked himself, finding his forehead coming to Johnny's chin. 'And his build seems…thicker, like he put on some muscle weight. He doesn't look like a kicked puppy anymore, at all, but more like a shy dog,' Pony thought as he looked his friend over. Having never been able to see his friend's toned arms and chest before because of the jean jacket he's always wearing. Having misplaced his jacket, Johnny was clad in a tight maroon t-shirt; not much money came into his home so he had to hold onto old shirts from years ago that were a bit snug but still fit enough to cover. 'I guess he had a growth spurt.' Ponyboy thought absentmindedly. They headed downstairs, and outside, making their way down the street to the park.
"I think the swings would give a better view," Johnny suggested as they walked across the park.
"Okay," Ponyboy agreed, making their way over to the swing-set, settling into the squeaky, whiny swings when they reached them. "I wonder what it would be like if the sky always looked this way, and not just at sunset." Ponyboy said absentmindedly.
"Pretty, I guess." Johnny said, getting a chuckle from the younger teen, making him chuckle a bit as well.
"Yeah, I guess so too," Ponyboy agreed, rocking himself gently in the swing as he pressed his feet to the ground. "The colors mixing together in nature's pallet, stirring with the golden rays from the light of the sun," Ponyboy said, completely mesmerized by the sunset. Johnny tuned the auburn out, completely lost in his own thoughts to be able to listen to Pony ramble on poetically about the sun and the sky
'I've been scared to make a move, so much left for me to prove.' Johnny thought, watching Ponyboy rock gently in his swing. 'Everyone seems to have showed Pony a piece of themselves,' Johnny thought a bit coldly, not fond of the thought that other people have touched Ponyboy. 'I guess it's time for me to show what I've got,' Johnny thought as he gnawed nervously at his bottom lip. 'Things will never be the same between us if I do this,' Johnny thought, debating whether he should fallow through. 'I may snuff the burning flame within in me that's been burnin' for awhile for him, just one kiss would be enough to satisfy,' Johnny thought, watching the green eyed auburn stare at the sunset.
'Or I may prove to be much more than I thought,' Johnny thought, gripping the chains of the swing nervously. 'But this will be the dawning of a brave new world, a brave new me.' Johnny tried to convince himself. 'I don't know where we're goin' if I take our friendship further; he might hate my guts for kissin' him. But I know I'll figure it out, yeah.' Johnny thought, a bit more confident now. 'No more hesitating,' Johnny thought, butterflies beginning to take flight in his belly as he gripped the chain of Pony's swing in his sweaty hand, pulling the auburn closer to him as he turned in his swing to face him. Swallowing harshly, leaning close to the younger greaser. 'It's too late to turn back now,' Johnny thought, leaning his face closer to Pony's.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Ponyboy asked, turning his head to look at his friend, suddenly realizing how close Johnny was to him, their faces an inch apart.
"Yeah," Johnny breathed out, pressing his lips to Pony's in a chaste kiss as he closed the small gap between them.
"Mnnnt!" Ponyboy let out a surprised squeak, a blush staining his smooth cheeks. Closing his eyes, he kissed back, putting his hand over Johnny's hand that gripped the chain of his swing. Ponyboy broke away for a second, getting a better angle, coming back with a bit more vigor as he clamped his lips over Johnny's bottom lip in another kiss. Johnny's face flushed a soft crimson, timidly placing his other hand on Pony's knee, getting a grip on him. Johnny moaned softly as Ponyboy laced his fingers through his thick black hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss as he sucked on his lip softly. Johnny removed his hand from Pony's knee, placing it on his soft, blushing cheek; cradling Pony's face gently as their lips stayed locked. They separated after a few more euphoric minutes. "Maybe we should get back to the house, Darry might start ta worry." Ponyboy panted out softly, his emerald eyes glazed over and half lidded, staring at his friend's flushed face. Johnny could only nod in agreement. Both of the greasers slowly getting off their swings, heading back across the park.
"HEEEY GREEEASEEERR!" a couple voices yelled off to the road from a Mustang before pulling into the park's grassy field, pulling close to the two.
"Damn it," Johnny cussed under his breath. 'I can't have one good night can I?' Johnny thought bitterly as the socs began to pile out.
"What should we do?" Ponyboy asked nervously, watching as one after another of socs came piling out of the Mustang.
"Play it cool, kay? Don't let 'em see ya sweat." Johnny said, he wasn't as scared as Ponyboy, a bit more fed up than anything.
"Greasy, greasy, greaser," one of six socs cooed amorously as they began to circle the two young greasers, eyeing them almost hungrily.
"Go back to your own side of town," Johnny growled out, pulling Ponyboy closer to him, sure as hell not liking the way they were looking at them, especially Pony.
"In due time grease, we just came for a little bit of fun, then we'll be outta this shit hole of a neighborhood," a brunette haired soc said smugly, looking Johnny up and down, his eyes soon wondering over to Ponyboy.
"Just leave, you don't have any damn business being here," Ponyboy snarled, glaring at the socs, earning a chuckle from the group.
"Looks like this ones got quite the mouth," a soc behind Ponyboy said, the circle seeming to be shrinking as the group tightened up on them. Ponyboy shuddered, not liking where this situation was heading. A sudden shove from behind sent Ponyboy flying forward towards the other half of the circle.
"Johnny!" Ponyboy called out frantically as hands gripped at him, holding him so he couldn't get loose.
"Ponyboy!" Johnny shouted, trying to reach out to help his friend as he lunged forward, only to be stopped and put in the same predicament. Both of the greasers struggled fiercely to break free. Three socs on either of the two greasers, making it impossible to break loose.
"Let go!" Ponyboy yelled, struggling desperately against the hands that held him tightly. Twisting and squirming his body to try and break out of their grip.
"Hahaha, he looks so freakin' cute strugglin' like that." the soc gripping tightly onto Pony's left arm said, watching as the auburn continued to twist and grunt.
"Get off!" Johnny shouted, kicking and flailing his legs attempting to break loose, seeing as how his arms were of not much use to him as they were held tightly.
"Feisty fellas aren't they?" the soc clutching Johnny's arm said to his friend.
"Cute too," his friend agreed, stroking Johnny's cheek softly, nearly getting bit. "You son of a bitch," the soc cussed, placing the back of his hand across the boy's dark cheek in a hard slap.
"Johnny!" Ponyboy cried out to his friend when he saw him get struck by the soc, wriggling desperately as the socs continued to man handle him.
"Try something like that again and I wont be so lenient on you," the soc said, gripping a fist full of Johnny's hair, forcing the young greaser to crane his neck up to look at him. Johnny nearly smiled to himself, they obviously didn't know what he went through almost every night with his father.
"I'm fine, worry about yourself," Johnny called over to his friend, as if on cue, a knife was pressed to Pony's throat. Fear coursed through his veins as the blade was ran gently along his jaw bone, his body becoming stiff with fear.
"See, nothin' to worry about," the brunette purred, gripping the area along Pony's ribs as he pressed his body closer to the greaser.
"Ah," was all Pony was able to utter as the soc slipped his hand under his shirt. Shuddering as the hand dipped lower.
"Isn't it better when you don't struggle." the soc purred into Pony's ear, gently plucking and twirling at the trail of dark pubic hair below the auburn's naval. Loving the small whimpering noises he was eliciting from the auburn.
"Stop," Ponyboy shivered, gritting his teeth as the soc dipped his fingers teasingly into his jeans.
"Hmhmm, you don't want me to." the soc chuckled softly, putting his face into the crook of the auburn's neck, pushing his hand deeper into his pants, feeling him tense and squirm slightly.
"St-stop," Ponyboy nearly whimpered, hating how he felt so defenseless against them.
"HEY!" A sudden urgent and enraged voice yelled from a souped up car on the road before pulling onto the grassy field across from the soc car.
"Two-Bit!" Johnny shouted, ever so glad to see his friend, struggling more against the socs as Two-Bit stepped out of his car.
"Mind tellin' me what yer doin' to my friends," Two-Bit said casually as he strolled over to the two groups of socs.
"Back off Mickey boy," a soc seethed, insulting both Two-Bit and his Mickey mouse shirt, earning a few laughs from his friends.
"I don't see why I should, I mean, it's not like I was the type of jackass that came into a rival's neighborhood and started dickin' around with two of their gang members, now am I?" Two-Bit said, a bit of hate tingeing his words as he spat them out like venom.
"I guess you have a point there, grease," the brunette agreed, pulling away from Ponyboy, giving the rest of his friends a head nod to let the young greasers go. "Just watch your backs the next time you're in town." the brunette warned threateningly, smirking at Ponyboy with a leery look on his face as he began to walk past him over to Two-Bit.
"We'll see about that," Two-Bit hissed back when Johnny and Pony were next to his car, safely behind him. The brunette smirked back almost friendly as he walked back over to his car with his friends.
"C'mon, lets go home," Two-Bit said as he got into his car with Johnny and Pony.
"How'd ya know we were in trouble?" Pony asked as he settled into the back seat.
"I didn't, Johnny forgot his jacket in my car so I went out lookin' for 'im and found you guys gettin' jostled around by those damn socs." Two-Bit said, pulling out of the park and down the road back to the Curtis house.
"Well thanks for comin' when ya did," Ponyboy said, truly thankful.
"Don't sweat it, I'm just glad you guys didn't get hurt. Did you?" Two-Bit said, about more than half a block away from the Curtis house.
"Nah," the two greasers said in unison, getting a chuckle from the three of them.
"Well that's good, now get out." Two-Bit said, pulling into the Curtis driveway, parking.
"Thanks," Pony said, jiggling on the door handle having found it jammed closed. "Uh, Two-Bit?" Ponyboy said with a chuckle.
"Awh, that dang handle again," Two-Bit muttered as he stepped out of the driver's side. "head on in Johnnycakes, we'll be right in," Two-Bit said, gripping onto the jammed handle.
"Kay," Johnny said over his shoulder, making his way up the few steps onto the porch, heading inside.
"Let go 'kay," Two-Bit said, and without warning suddenly yanked on the door handle, making the door fly open with Pony still attached.
"Ahh!" Ponyboy yelped as he fell out of the car, practically doing a belly flop minus the water and times the pain. "Ooof!" the air getting knocked from his lungs as he hit the ground.
"Pony! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it! Are you okay?" Two-Bit said frantically, bending down to help the auburn up.
"Ughhh, cough! Cough! Ah, I'll be alright," Ponyboy winced as Two-Bit pulled him up a bit quickly.
"I'm sorry man," Two-Bit tried to apologize, dusting the auburn off.
"It's alright," Pony said, pulling a piece of grass off his shoulder.
"Ya sure?" Two-Bit said, checking the younger greasers palms for any cuts, just finding dirt and some light scrapes from the gravel.
"Yeah, just get that thing fixed; I sure as heck wouldn't want to replay this in the parking lot at school that's for sure," Ponyboy chuckled, rubbing his palms together to try and get the dirt off.
"Ooh, yeah. Could'a sworn I brought it to the DX to have Steve and Soda work on it," Two-Bit said, scratching his head as he tried to remember, walking up the porch behind Pony. 'Man do I feel lousy! Come to his rescue just ta throw him on the ground! Some hero I am.' Two-Bit thought, mentally kicking himself.
"Maybe it got jammed again," Ponyboy said as he stepped into the living room, finding no other than Steve sitting in front of him, "just like the hamster wheel in Steve's fat head," Ponyboy growled out as he glared at the older teen. The rest of the gang appreciating the perfect timing that the dig was thrown out.
"What'd you say?" Steve snarled, standing up in his chair.
"Deaf and dumb, who would'a guessed?" Pony hissed as he shoved past Steve on his way into the kitchen.
"Ohhohohohhoh!" the gang seemed to cheer in unison as Steve stood there with an angry glare on his face.
"Aw, c'mon Steve, ya gotta admit, that was pretty good." Soda laughed, rolling on the couch in stitches. Steve glared at them, obviously not finding it as humorous as the rest of them.
"Oh, lighten up, with how many digs you throw at that kid, it's surprising he hadn't done it sooner." Two-Bit laughed, clapping Steve on the back before he sat back down.
"Shove off Two-Bit," Steve hissed, shrugging his friend's hand off of his shoulder.
"What, cant take a joke?" Two-Bit asked, hitting his friend's arm playfully. "Just gonna sit there with a puss on your face 'cause Pony's tired of takin' your shit?" Two-Bit asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Seriously Steve, ya need ta lay off my kid brother," Soda said, finally over his fit of laughter.
"Whatever man," Steve growled, "I only do it when he does somethin' stupid, he just walked in here throwin' a fuckin' dig at me!" Steve said, his voice rising.
"Whoa, calm it down buddy." Soda said, trying to ease his friends mood.
"I'm out," Steve growled, heading out the door.
"Ugh, Ste-" Soda began to say, only to be too late when the door slammed behind him.
"Sheesh, issues much?" Two-Bit said, taking the seat Steve was sitting in.
"Kind of, he and his dad have fightin' for awhile on and off." Soda said, heading up the stairs to bed. "Night," Soda yawned.
"Night," his friends said in unison, their attention suddenly drawn to the bathroom.
"Hey," Pony said, clad in just shorts and socks.
"Whoa, when'd you take a shower?" Two-Bit asked, ruffling Pony's towel toped head.
"Ten minutes ago; I take quick showers," Ponyboy shrugged, heading up to bed. "Night," Pony said, having just reached halfway up the stairs.
"You get the spare bed, I get the couch," Two-Bit said, kicking Johnny off the couch, hearing no protest from the younger teen.
SOOO YEAH! HAHA, CHAPTAAAAH 7! Review please, it would be mighty awesome of you since I stayed up til 12:01 to finish this bad boy ;D on a school night need I mention, but im happy cuz now I get to start on chap 8.
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