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“Oh fuck off. Go find another hovel to hide in you fag” Curly snarled, getting in one last kick to the stomach of the poor guy who owed Tim money. He watched as the teen scrambled up and off, spitting in his general direction. He spun around, “right, you all go on home. Marty, what’s the time?” The kid stiffened and checked his watch, “uh, it’s about six o’ clock curly”
“FUCK, I gotta run, I have a date in 30”, ‘if you could call it that…’ he thought. He walked on home, intending to shower and head over to the Curtis’ house.
He had planned on asking Pony on an actual date that night, something other than going to the dingo and flirting for an hour. He wasn’t so sure now though, when he’d placed a bet on whether he had the balls or not he’d been drunk off his ass. ‘You know what? I’m gonna do it’ He was terrified of course, who wouldn’t be? He was gay in the 60s, plus his greaser status… He didn’t really wanna think about what would happen if it got out to the socy crowd, or even worse, Tim. Whatever, who cared, he was going out with Ponyboy!
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Curly walked up to the door of the Curtis house and waited for a moment, fidgeting with his chain, his rings, his jacket, anything he could find to distract himself from the anxiety of waiting. Jesus, what was taking so long? He looked at his watch, it had been a minute. Suddenly Pony showed up and opened the door,
“Curls! Hi! Sorry, Dar was bein an asshole. You ready?”
“Yep! Let’s go baby Curtis.” He grabbed the younger teen and noogied him.
“Ow, you fuck ass” he whined
“Yeah yeah, you loved it.”
Ponyboy rolled his eyes and kept on walking. They headed over to Curly’s car and got in. Well it wasn’t really Curly‘s car, it was borrowed from Tim, but who gave a shit.. He started up the car and started the commute to the dingo. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when Pony spoke up,
“What’s wrong? You’re tapping at the wheel, you only tap stuff when you’re upset.”
“I’m ok, just nervous…” Curly responded.
“Why? We’re just going to the dingo, did Tim not want you out tonight? You dumbass he’s gonna beat the shit outta ya”
Curly pulled the car over and started to speak,
“No, I was gonna ask you something. I was gonna ask if you maybe wanted to go on a date with me.” He mumbled, biting his nails anxiously.
“Are you kidding me” Ponyboy asked,
“I was gonna ask you the same thing!”
“No fucking way” Curly turned to face the boy in front of him, “seriously??”
“Yeah! Holy fucking shit dude” Ponyboy said, shocked at what was happening
“What is going on?! The universe is on our side?!” Curly wondered aloud.
Suddenly he realized how close the two of them were, “ah, shit sorry” he leaned back a bit, hating the disappointment it left him with.
“Oh uh, it’s ok” Pony responded, and Curly leaned back in, and stared at the subject of his infatuation. They sat like that for a bit, just gazing into each other’s eyes, or staring at lips. It was perfect, just looking at each other blissfully.
“Can- can I kiss you?” Curly asked, his voice barely above a whisper,
“Of course…” Ponyboy responded, and Curly leaned in, and they both giggled nervously.
Finally, they leaned into each other, and their lips met. They stayed for a second, both trying to navigate. It was awkward and messy and full of love and sweetness. A moment later they separated, blushing and wide eyed, before going back in.