The Outsiders: Brooklyn From New York

Chapter 32: I Miss You

Here we go. Brooklyn is in New York, Pony is in Tulsa, and the summer days begin to pass. Here we have some tender moments of both situations. Enjoy!

Summary/Disclaimer:

Last chapter, Brooklyn left Tulsa and a rather distraught gang. This is how they cope.

Um, same disclaimers as last chapter, although this chapter there is the unthinkable. An allusion to straight sex. Holy cow. I know. I'm starting to go crazy in my old age, lol. Have fun with this chapter, it's supposed to be kinda lighthearted, between the gang fights, ya know.

Brooklyn staggered to the front door of his parent's old house and fumbled with the keys. He coughed and blood specked his hands. He would be fine, but he needed to sleep that fight off. He knew because he knew how to feel what hurt inside, outside and he could judge when the pain would subside to bearable. Jacoby, on the other hand, was gasping beside him, bitching up a storm.

"Jesus, that guy hit like you, Brooklyn."

"If he hit like Brooklyn, we'd be going to the hospital." Ace said. He was holding his ribs but overall, he was heartier than Jacoby.

Brooklyn opened the door and limped in. Jacoby, Ace and four other guys came in after him. Jacoby and him were the worst off, but any gang fight here would require some aspirin, bandages and beer. He missed Tulsa gang skirmishes. He'd threaten someone, they'd try to threaten him, he'd throw a punch and they'd haul off. And he missed caring about fighting too. He fought so he'd live now, sure, but in Tulsa, when he fought, he fought so those asshole, spoiled rich kids that knew nothing about real fights, real gangs, would never touch Pony again.

God he missed Pony.

"You guys need any medical attention?" Brooklyn asked. He had to be nice to these boys, he'd grown up with them. And he'd thrashed a few of um when he first came back. They challenged him because he'd turned tail and ran. And these were his friends. He didn't want to think about the people who weren't so hot on him.

"Naw. We're just bleeding a little here and there." Ace said.

"All right. Jacoby, got any good alcohol around here?" He followed Jacoby into the kitchen and ice appeared, along with a few bags of frozen vegetables. Brooklyn dispensed them to his bruised gang members and sighed, putting one to his eye.

"Rum in the freezer, Coke in the fridge." Jacoby said.

"I think I could love you." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, New York, make me one too." Jacoby said.

"Sure. Anyone want a beer?"

Several yahs and a groan later, he grabbed a six pack and made some Coke and rum. It was a lot like being with Pony and the boys, but something was different here. Desperation, clinging to life, and fighting all the time changed these people. Deeper, they were similar to the men he'd left in Tulsa, who fought for their family, friends and gang brothers, but it was darker here. Violence changed people. It wasn't impossible to go back to normal, Tulsa kinda of living, but difficult, and much easier to slip back into the detached, hit, fuck, fight or run kind of life.

And here he was, doing just that.

Brooklyn slammed some rum and it burned, creating a hollow heat in his stomach. Jacoby took his Coke and rum and looked Brooklyn over.

"You aren't going to start drinking yourself to sleep because you miss your boy, are you?" Jacoby asked.

"No. By the way, I'm sleeping in the master bedroom. You get the twin bed in my old room." He laughed.