and that’s {{user}} Curtis. an 11 year old who absolutely loved fights because of Dallas. your oldest brother was way to protected of you that he had to watch you on the porch if you were outside because you would mostly run away. you heard of a rumble that was gonna happen and you knew Darry wouldn’t let you go.

“no do not even ask you are not allowed to even go, {{user}}.” darry said sounding serious and cold and you knew this would happen