~Purly~ (The Outsiders)

Chapter 3

  Since I had to walk, I figured I'd better leave a bit early. It was around eleven, and the Curtis house was about half a mile away. Fun. While I walked, worried thoughts filled my head. 'What if Darrel didn't let Ponyboy come with me? What if Pony didn't wanna come? What if he thinks it's weird that I like guys?'

  Oh, yeah. That's a tough thing in our neighborhood. Not the most supportive place. It also may or may not help that I've liked Ponyboy since fifth grade.

  Oops.

  Despite those thought biting at my mind, I continued walking. I wasn't about to let irrational thoughts ruin my day. Not today, at least. But alas, my mind didn't stop there. 'What if Pony doesn't recognize me?' I did get a few piercings, and my hair is cut a lot shorter, and then again, it's been six years since I've seen him. Damn, it's been six years.

  Before I knew it, I was walking up to the porch of the Curtis house. I made myself knock before I ended up turning back. Sodapop opened the door. "Um, hi, is Ponyboy home?" I asked with as much confidence as I could muster. "Yeah, hold on!" Sodapop answered before turning his head.

  "PONY! SOMEBODY'S HERE TO SEE YA!" He shouted through the house. I watched as Ponyboy made his way to the door. Sodapop left and Pony stepped outside.

  "Curly?" He asked. I grinned. "Yeah, it's me." He remembered me! "You look different...but it suits you," he remarked. "So, uh, I was wonderin' if ya wanted to hang out today," I proposed. Ponyboy nodded. He turned to the door and shouted, "SODA, DARRY, I'M GONNA GO HANG OUT WITH CURLY AND I'LL BE BACK BEFORE NINE!"

  He smiled at me and lead me off the porch. "So, how've ya been? It's been around six years." I asked. "Um, I've been okay, how about you?" "Well, it's been a but rough, but ya know. I'm a Shepard. Trouble comes natural."

Ponyboy nodded. "I know," he said with a smirk. "Hey, remember when we held those cigarettes to our fingers to see who would chicken out first?" I asked, trying to make some kind of conversation. "Ha, yeah, I do. It really was a stupid thing to do. I still have a scar!" He answered, showing me his index finger. I showed him mine, proving that I still had mine.

  "We were really close all those years ago. Maybe we should keep that up, hang out more," Pony said after a moment of silence as we walked aimlessly. I smiled. "Yeah, we should. We really should."

((AN: I know these chapters are short, forgive me 😅 Also, if you've read this far, thank you so much!! I hope you're enjoying the story!))