NEFARIOUS // Ponyboy Curtis

ONE

PONYBOY

tilly winston was rotten.
evil.
more dangerous than her brother.
she was nefarious.
but for some reason, i admired her.
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i sat on the couch, my eyes glued on the television along with the rest of the gang. tilly winston had been arrested for the third time this month, and dallas was not very happy.

tilly was only my age, fourteen, and dally's kid sister. no member of the gang had ever met her before. all i knew about her was that she cut her own hair, and her and dallas never get along. so she's always staying in different houses, or even in dark alleys and often in the vacant lot around the block. dally tries to make up excuses of why he never brings her around, but i think he's embarrassed. his kid sister is way tougher, meaner, colder, and crazier than he is. maybe he just doesn't like it that way.

believe it or not, i've never even seen tilly winston walking the streets, in stores, anywhere. it's like she exists in this whole other world, where i can only see her picture on the news. her eyes, just like her brother's, two cold, dark circles that could stare right into your soul. black eye makeup was smeared all over her eyelids and under them, making her eyes look isolated and sunken in. her short hair had always been slicked back, shiny from royal crown hair dressing. she was a scary looking little girl. every time i looked at her picture, i'd get the chills.

"god damnit!", dallas cursed, beginning to pace around the living room. "now i gotta find more money to bail her out. i'm gonna kick her ass, i swear to god."

"calm down, dally", my older brother, darry, spoke softly. "we're always able to bail you out when you're in the cooler. maybe we could help you bail her out."

dallas ran his fingers through his hair. "no, no. i don't need no help. i'll bail her out on my own." the brunette pulled on his leather jacket, pushing the front door open and slamming it behind him.

my second older brother, sodapop, fidgeted a bit in his seat.
"why won't dally ever let anyone meet her?"

darry shrugged. "who knows. she's just a kid. she needs people surrounding her in order to survive. i think the reason that she's a bit out of shape upstairs is because she isolates herself from other people for whatever reason. maybe she won't let him introduce her to anyone."

"i wonder if under all that evilness, she's a mickey mouse fan", one of our gang members, two-bit matthews joked.

everyone let out at least a chuckle, except for me. i had been lost in thought.

what was she like? did she have a soft, kind voice, or a rough, cold, overpowering voice? what did she feel like, what did she smell like? the thought of her rushed through my head, only making me want to meet her more. i needed to meet this girl.

"ponyboy?", darry asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "you okay?"
i nodded. "yeah. just thinking."
steve, sodapop's best friend, snorted before chuckling. "well that's a first. you never think."
we all ignored steve's insult.
"why don't you head to bed, pony. it's late", darry told me, and i nodded, although i really didn't want to. i wanted to find out more about tilly. what if dally comes back and tells the rest of the gang all about her, and i miss everything. sometimes i overthink things. but for some reason, i feel the urgent need to know more about her.

i got up, saying goodnight to the gang before heading to the bedroom that soda and i shared. i changed into a white t-shirt and boxers, before pulling the covers up to my chin. i switched off the lamp beside me, the silent bedroom falling into complete darkness.

word count: 660 words

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welp, here it is. yet another ponyboy fanfic. this one will be a bit different from the original storyline, but hey, that's alright. i hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry it was so short! i promise, the others will be longer.
stay gold!