Tis’ but a Scratch: Curly and Ponyboy
Being in a fight was usually something fun for the hood, but this time he hadn’t gotten through it as well off as he would like, and that’s why he had his hand up to his now broken nose, blood dripping from between his fingers and all down the front of his shirt like the niagra falls. Curly had been being a bit more of an asshole than he should, and mouthing off had gotten him jumped, and he knew that at the moment going home only to get degraded by his older sibling would be a very bad decision. Pondering any other location that would be good to clean up, he came out empty handed, and that left him wandering around the streets in the dark bleeding all over himself like stuck pig. Yet soon enough, a certian greaser’s home popped into mind, and he found himself walking to the Curtis home all to quickly. Opening the door that everyone in the whole damn neighborhood knew would be open, he carefully walked inside, his voice a tad soft since he was unsure if anyone was awake. “Anyone home?”
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posted on March 1, 2013