#curtisboys

[jlcurtis4-blog]

Really proud of these two. They fight over stupid stuff, and a lot of times I can't grasps their thought process, but when it comes down to it, they have each others back. #brotherlylove #prouddad #goteachothersback #curtisboys

[nogoodhood]

The Group Gets Protective: Imagine for is-my-hair-tuff

Warning: Violence and Sexual Harrassment

            You didn’t like hanging around the Drive-In like the boys did. You didn’t mind it; you just didn’t like their constantly trying to pick up broads. Johnny and Pony were the only ones that you could stand to watch movies with – you were the only three actually watching after all… But tonight, Johnny and Pony seemed to want in on the action, and were sitting up front with the rest of the gang.

            You sat in the back row, sipping on your Coke and trying to get something out of the brain numbing movie that was on. You’re just about to get up and leave when the seat next to you creaks. Your head snaps up and there sits a boy. He had greasy black hair and a slouchy manner – a Brumley boy.

            “Hey there, Sweet Cheeks.” He drawls, pulling out a weed and lighting it. You don’t bother to ask for one – you always found that to be awfully personal. You only gave them to your friends. You smile at him.

            “Hey.” You say. Brumley boys and your outfit got on alright – he may not be too bad.

            “What’re you doin’ here all by your lonesome?” He asks, leaning closer to you.

            “I’m here with the boys, but they’re too busy tryin’ to pick up broads…” You roll your eyes. He laughs, slinging his arm over shoulders.

            “I’ll keep you company, baby.” He says. Only then did you realize the slight stench of alcohol on his breath. He was buzzed in the least, but you continued to let him talk to you. You smile nervously and go back to watching the movie. It’s only when you feel his breath hitting your jaw do you flinch. You pull back slightly, only to have him lean forward more. His lips make contact with your jaw and you push away.

            “Stop!” You say, shoving against his chest, but the position you were in gave you little room to fight like you normally could. Your legs were free, but one of his arms was behind you, and the other was pinning  your right arm down – the one that you should be able to fight him best with. He kisses your cheek and then your lips. You open your mouth temporarily so that you get his lip in between your teeth, and bite down hard. He jerks back.

            “Dumb whore.” He growls, lunging forward again. He’s jerked back, and Darry is holding him. You stand up quickly, but Pony and Johnny are in front of you, shielding you. You push in between Johnny and Pony to get a better view, and see that the Brumley boy is already on the ground, Dally on top of him. He slugs his jaw constantly, only to be pulled up by Two-Bit. The boy groans, and Soda and Steve are instantly kicking him… His ribs, his stomach, everywhere. Darry drags him back up and shoves him into Two-Bit’s grasp, walking forward and slugging him multiple times into the stomach. Two-Bit drops him and kicks him in the jaw, and Johnny and Pony step forward. Johnny and Pony take their turns kicking him.

            Dally finally steps forward, pulling out his switch. The Brumley boy pants, and Dally puts his foot on his chest, causing him to let out a hacking cough.

            “You don’t,” Dally says, digging his the toe of his boot down. “fucking,” He says, leaning down so that the knife brushes the boys throat. “touch her.” He says, stomping down one final time. They all back off and are around you in a second. You found yourself frightened for a moment, that the boys could actually do that.

            “Thank you,” You say quietly. They all nod, panting.

“Are you alright?” Darry asks, reaching out. You nod.

“Can we-“ You swallow back a lump in your throat. That boy had scared you more than you cared to admit. “Can we just go home?” You ask, and they nod, and Johnny wraps his arm around your shaky shoulders.