Author: pmcurtis PM
Set two years after the bookmovie, Ponyboy is now 16 and getting into all kinds of trouble. What is Darry gonna do to keep him in line?Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Ponyboy C. & Darry C. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 7,839 - Reviews: 76 - Favs: 66 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 09-10-07 - Published: 08-27-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3750876
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Set 2 years after the events in the book/movie, Ponyboy is now 16...and getting into all kinds of trouble. What is Darry gonna do...?
I didn't even know Darry had walked into the party at Buck's. I just kept on doin' exactly what I'd been doin' since I'd arrived with my new best buddy, Curly, nearly 30 minutes ago - drinkin', smokin' and makin' out with some blonde (Two Bit woulda been impressed) who wouldnta been able to stand up had I not had her up against a wall, kissing her, and trying to sweet talk her into joining me in one of Buck's bedrooms.
I didn't even think for a moment about the warning both Darry and Soda had given me two years ago about stayin' away from Buck's. and I somehow seemed to have forgotten that the last time Darry had found out I was drinkin' he had grounded me for two weeks. And curfew? Well, the last time I came home late, Darry hit me - and we all know what happened after that. Darry would NEVER do that again.
I was about to find out how wrong I was...
I had just started drinkin' my third beer...tuff enough, huh? I wasn't drunk, mind you,
but I have to admit, I was feeling pretty good. As I slipped my hand into Missy's hand to lead her upstairs, Curly Shepard staggered over, rudely interrupting the plans I had for the remainder of my evening.
"Hey, Pone...hate to interrupt and all", he slurred his words and I briefly wondered how much he'd had to drink, "but, ain't that your big brother Darry standing over there watching you?"
I turned around, taking another drink of my beer, and regretting it as soon as I did.
Curly was right on. Darry was watching everything I was doin'. My heart stopped. I put the beer into Curly's hand quickly.
"Curly, here, take this." I nearly choked.
As soon as Darry realized I saw him, he started walking over to me. Glory, I'd never seen him look so mad. I'm gonna be grounded til I'm 18, I thought miserably! And for a moment I actually thought about running. Instead, I lowered my head and stared at the hole in the toe of my shoe while waitin' for Darry to start hollerin' at me.
Now, that'll look real tuff, I thought. A 16 year old greaser bein' yelled at by his big brother in the middle of a party. Why didn't I just stay home? I was grounded anyways. What was I thinkin'
Oh, right. I wasn't thinkin'. Darry always says I never use my head.
But...Darry didn't holler.
He just walked over to me, grabbed me by the arm, and sternly spoke only two words.
I thought I would die on the spot.
Darry ushered me outside and down the steps, still grabbing my arm firmly.
"You're hurtin' me!" I hissed, as I attempted to pull out of his grasp.
He only held me tighter while pulling me to our truck.
He calmly replied "This ain't nothin' compared to how you're gonna be hurtin' when I get you home, kiddo. When I'm done with you, you ain't gonna be able to sit down for a week!"
My mind raced. He had to be kidding! Glory, I was 16...what was he plannin' on doin.
spanking me like a little kid? I shuddered at the thought.