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the rumble - ponyboy curtis.

so i'm reading the outsiders in english and i'm really pumped so i got inspiration to do this. enjoy. also peep at the new perspective ;p

rumbles are the only thing thats going on tonight, no parties or nothing 'cause all us greasers are going to the rumble. and their ain't no socs to bother either. i love rumbles, maybe even more than james dean.

i walked along the gravely path, rocks rolling underneath my hole covered tennis shoes. my attire was cold but easy to fight in. a dark blue singlet, some old black jeans with holes made by me, and blue flannel that belonged to one of the boys. the arms on it were long so they had been rolled to my elbows. when the curtis house came into view i strolled up, two things on my mind - james dean and new shoes. james dean was on my mind because i just saw him in a movie at the drive in and new shoes because i really need a new pair.

i looked in the house all the boys revving each other up like a new souped up car. this rumble was the first one after johnny and dally's death and i wasn't as excited as i used to get. the killer butterflies that used to explode in stomach weren't there. i pulled out a smoke flicking the silver lighter, lighting with ease. the small stick of death was inflamed, and i finally inhaled a puff of nicotine that i had needed all day. money had been tough for the last couple of days so hadn't had enough to by smokes, but i finally got paid today.

the stick was puffed down faster than i could say 'chocolate cake'. i stood on the butt and padded up the creaky steps onto the porch. i opened the door without knocking. my mood was bad and angry, those socs hadn't killed johnny or dallas. the world had, and i was beginning to feel like dallas winston. i didn't care if the socs hurt, as long as i felt a little less numb then i didn't care.

all the boys looked over with grins and i just nodded back without a smile. just a sad excuse for a side grin. two-bit got up handing over a half empty beer can of the cheapest beer in town, which he probably stole. my small busted hand wrapped around the can and lifted it to my lips, the luke warm bitter taste made me feel a bit more buzzed and was gladly welcomed. only now was i buzzed because i had just had a drink with some other greasers after work. buck didn't care about giving me one, even though i was as young as pony. only difference was i didn't have no brother watching out for me, i ain't got nobody to tell me what to do and that never bothered me before i don't know why i suddenly cared now.

pony came out no shirt and his small back tattoo could be seen, which made me down the rest of the beer. 'j.c & d.w' i had the same one on my wrist.

ponyboy was different after there death, like me i guess. his hair grew back and went back to its dark colour, it was long again and done in fancy swirls that steve had taught him - they got closer after johnny and dally's death his face older, eyes colder, nose more crooked from fights when he'd broken his nose a few times, and his mouth was still as kissable as it had been in the seventh grade. it had been two years since the last rumble and he looked excited. his taller figure was in blue jeans and was pulling a white t-shirt over his more muscly torso.

"you know, white stains real easy right pone?" the words left my mouth as if i wasn't in the mood to pass out.

"well it ain't goin' be my blood at least." he stated nudging me as he finally pulled his shirt over his head and all the way down his torso. i threw empty can at two-bit and pulled pony's head in a lock.

"you sure about that curtis." his arms grabbed my waist pushing me back and pulling his head out.

"yeah i am l/n. smoke?" he said nodded out to the porch.

i nodded and we then sat on the steps looking at the sun setting. i pulled two sticks out holding one out that he leaned forward and bit holding it betweens his still straight teeth. i put one in my mouth and pony flicked his lighter open and we leaned in the sticks catching aflame.