Why We Ended Up Here: A Short Story
Why We Ended Up Here
A/N: Before you read, this is not a fic where Ponyboy dies. Okay? Those of you who can't read death fics, it's okay, this isn't one.
Full summary: After Mr. and Mrs. Curtis die in a tragic car accident, the state doesn't see almost nineteen year old Darry as a fit guardian and takes away his two younger brothers, ages twelve and fifteen, an act that turns the gang's world upside down, and the boys in a situation they never though they would be in.
Now read on and enjoy. :)
Ponyboy's POV
My hands shake at my side, my body growing weaker with every moment. As everything starts to get darker I wonder if this is how this ends, after everything that's happened. Is this really how I'm going to die? Pushing aside the burning …show more content…
Curtis glared, but she wasn't actually mad. Soda shot her a signature grin and she sighed.
"If you keep eating this batter we won't have a cake to cook!"
Soda shrugged nonchalantly. "The batter tastes just fine," he drawled, "We should just make batter instead of a cake."
"I second that motion!" Two-Bit piped up from the couch, taking his attention of the poker game long enough for Steve to slip a card out of his sleeve.
"Full house, Two-Bit. Beat that," Steve challenged, grinning as he laid his cards out along the table.
Two-Bit cussed under his breath, only to receive a silent look from Mrs. Curtis. As much as she loved the gang, their language was something she tried to keep Ponyboy and Sodapop from learning. If nothing else, keep it at bay until they were teenagers. She didn't like the idea of them cussing like an eighteen year old when they were only eight and ten.
"Sorry," Two-Bit mumbled truthfully. He laid his cards down, having obviously lost, before he told Steve to deal again.
"Can Johnny and I play?" Ponyboy asked. Steve glared at the youngest gang member.
"No. This isn't little kid stuff. Plus, you don't know how to …show more content…
Ponyboy happily grabbed the cards Steve begrudgingly began to deal out for him. After a few minutes Steve set down his cards, calling out proudly that he had four jacks. He was grinning widely, confident he won, until Ponyboy laid down his cards.
"That's a... flush, right?"
Ponyboy had an eight of hearts, nine of hearts, ten of hearts, a jack of hearts, and a queen of hearts, to Steve's utter
A/N: Before you read, this is not a fic where Ponyboy dies. Okay? Those of you who can't read death fics, it's okay, this isn't one.
Full summary: After Mr. and Mrs. Curtis die in a tragic car accident, the state doesn't see almost nineteen year old Darry as a fit guardian and takes away his two younger brothers, ages twelve and fifteen, an act that turns the gang's world upside down, and the boys in a situation they never though they would be in.
Now read on and enjoy. :)
Ponyboy's POV
My hands shake at my side, my body growing weaker with every moment. As everything starts to get darker I wonder if this is how this ends, after everything that's happened. Is this really how I'm going to die? Pushing aside the burning …show more content…
Curtis glared, but she wasn't actually mad. Soda shot her a signature grin and she sighed.
"If you keep eating this batter we won't have a cake to cook!"
Soda shrugged nonchalantly. "The batter tastes just fine," he drawled, "We should just make batter instead of a cake."
"I second that motion!" Two-Bit piped up from the couch, taking his attention of the poker game long enough for Steve to slip a card out of his sleeve.
"Full house, Two-Bit. Beat that," Steve challenged, grinning as he laid his cards out along the table.
Two-Bit cussed under his breath, only to receive a silent look from Mrs. Curtis. As much as she loved the gang, their language was something she tried to keep Ponyboy and Sodapop from learning. If nothing else, keep it at bay until they were teenagers. She didn't like the idea of them cussing like an eighteen year old when they were only eight and ten.
"Sorry," Two-Bit mumbled truthfully. He laid his cards down, having obviously lost, before he told Steve to deal again.
"Can Johnny and I play?" Ponyboy asked. Steve glared at the youngest gang member.
"No. This isn't little kid stuff. Plus, you don't know how to …show more content…
Ponyboy happily grabbed the cards Steve begrudgingly began to deal out for him. After a few minutes Steve set down his cards, calling out proudly that he had four jacks. He was grinning widely, confident he won, until Ponyboy laid down his cards.
"That's a... flush, right?"
Ponyboy had an eight of hearts, nine of hearts, ten of hearts, a jack of hearts, and a queen of hearts, to Steve's utter