bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Nine

The next morning, I was laying on my bed watching the fan spin round and round in circles. It truly felt like I was avoiding the gang and my brothers lately, which made me feel sick to my stomach.

I started to hear some laughing and carrying on downstairs, which rings me a bell that the gang is basically all riled up about something. I forced myself out of bed as I walked down the stairs, loosening my ponytail in which my long brown thick hair laid on my right side of my shoulder.

"What are your minds thinkin' highly about now?" I snickered as I flopped on the floor.

"Dallas wanted to teach Pony the 'talk'" Two-bit grinned as he quoted 'talk' with his fingers. "But Darry ain't havin' it, Pony is talkin' about his lovey dovey of a girlfriend he likes!"

"Aw hell, Two-bit! She ain't my girlfriend.. she ain't gonna see me as one either, so don't get your hopes up!" Ponyboy snapped as he came out of the kitchen with his arms crossed.

I got to be serious here, it is quite the show when you have my little brother Pony and Two-bit having a conversation together, let me tell you. It gets quite interesting. I couldn't help but let a small chuckle pass my lips as I felt invited into this topic.

"Why can't we say nothin' man? I mean this kid is gonna want to maybe take a step closer in this relationship one day.. ya know, how the hell is he gonna know how it works? give this kid a lil' talk about it." Dallas smirked, nudging Steve's arm. Steve softly rubbed his arm as he scooted away from Dallas with a disgusted look on his face with his arms crossed.

"What's the matter with you, buddy?" Soda talked lowly to Steve, leaning into his ear as he chuckled. "I thought you liked talking about this kind of stuff.. you always talk about this stuff during work."

"Well.. y-yeah," Steve anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. "But when Dallas smirks like that.. god, you know he has his mind straight to the gutter worst than I do. He goes into detail."

Soda and Steve exchanged glances as they sat straight glancing around the room.

"First, Dallas," Darry started as gotten more serious. "He's not in a relationship, he's fourteen, and I'm not havin' y'all take this topic as a joke in hand.. he'll know when he figures it out."

"The kid is smart enough anyways," Sodapop spoke up. "If he can figure out the maths, he can at least figure this talk, Dare'."

"How about y'all shut your trap and respect the fact my kid brother is thirteen-" Darry widen his eyes a bit and corrected himself. "Fourteen.. he's fourteen.."

Ponyboy slowly turned around and glares at Darry.
"I've been fourteen for a month."

"Right," Darry mumbled under his breath as he walked back into the kitchen. Everything got a bit silence. Soda and Steve were discussing the girl at a DX they thought was a pretty one. I was curious about Soda's and Sandy's relationship considering he hadn't breathed a word about her lately.

I walked onto the porch, sitting on the medal green couch sitting on the porch. This reminds me of my mom and dad, they would always sit here waiting for me to come home from elementary school everytime I came home from school right at 2:15. I would yell 'mom, dad!' when I would run up the steps and into their arms. My dad would pick me up and sit me on his lap as I tell him about my day. I zoned off, not realizing there were tears escaping, running down my cheeks. I sat up straight as I wiped my eyes with the side of my hand, sniffling as I gasped in a breath.

"Sweetheart, that you cryin' there?" I heard someone say in the distance. I looked around as my eyes widened a bit, the figure gotten closer as I realized it was just Tim.

"Tim?" I questioned as I sat up, leaning up against the white, chipped up pole that stood on my porch connecting to the roof of my house. "Why are you here?"

"I came to get Dallas, I need to.. have a talk with him about somethin' quick." He nodded, he looked like he forgot what he had to say about the reason he was here, but came onto me instead.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Fine.. I'm fine," I spoke softly, wiping the dry tears off my cheeks.

"If you say so.. " his eyes wandered on me to look at me a last chance before going inside being greeted by Dallas.

"How you doin' Shephard?... here to tell me about your tires again?"

"You're lucky I didn't slit your throat this time, Winston. Luckily my brother, Curly fixed it before my boss had a heart attack."

Dallas snickered as he raised his New York accent up a bit. "Alright Tim, lets get a move on."

They both walked out onto the porch as I just stood there, earning glances from Tim and Dallas.

"Wanna come with, little lady?" Tim smirked

"Where yous going?"

"Going to slash some tires on a mustang a little rich asshole owns.. we're gettin' em back after what he did to Johnny and Pony on the way home, man." Dallas sticked a weed in the corner of his lips, flicking the lighter a few times before lighting it up; waiting for an answer.

"Well? We ain't got all night,"

"Alright, alright.. I'll go, as long as we don't get caught."

"That's the best part about it, it's what they get, what they deserve," Dallas mumbled, keeping the cigarette in place as he breathed it in, blowing the smoke out watching it disappear in thin air as he held the cigarette faced down. He looked at me.

"You'll love it doll, trust me."

We all walked down to the south side of town which was a small bit of a walk. I looked around the place, seeing how different it was from the north side a' town. The big houses lined up together on one street, the mustangs and corvettes parked into the driveway. The grass that was nicely cut on the front lawn. I imagined how fun it would be to live in such a nice house, perfect everything. Perfect wardrobe, perfect rooms, perfect anything you can imagine you ever wanted. I stopped as I seen a bright, window shine bright in the house I was ready to walk past. I zoned out as I looked over to it, seeing a dinner table with a family. There was a girl who looked like my age, a guy who looked a little bit older, and the parents, and a little kid sitting in a high chair. The amount of food they have on the table, they were chuckling as the siblings high five each other.

"Bex!" Dallas whispered yelled as he caught my attention. "Get over here, you're going to get caught!"

I looked one more time in the window before I ran off to catch up with Tim and Dallas.

"You don't just stop and stare in the window, they will use us for a beaten." He growled a bit as he softly grabbed my wrist.

"Wheres the car dally, it should be here," Tim whispered as he flickered his head over to the garage.

Dallas let go of my wrist and went over to take a peek. He nodded as he waved his hand over for us to come over. We both walked over, but before Dallas used his switchblade to open up the garage door, he turned around, looking at me.

"Bex, Incase anything happens I want you to stay underneath the pavilion over behind the house and stay there, do ya understand?" He looked around and looked at me, waiting for me to answer.

I nodded, grabbing his wrist as I looked up at him with sad eyes. "Please.. be careful. I'm not standing another few months with you in jail. I need you here."

A smile grew across his face as he stroked my hair, leaving his fingers caught, bringing my forehead close to his, almost touching. He looked at my lips, than back in my eyes. "I'll be fine, doll.. if anything I'll always be there with you. Always, no matter where I'm at."

"Come on, Dally.. not much time," Tim spoke as he kept a lookout.

Dallas let go, getting inside the garage as I started making a run for the pavilion. I sat down, hiding as I closed my eyes to take a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, looking around, I sat straight as I seen a figure behind me.

"Who are you?"