(Requested ♥️)

"Y'two are too young to get married, Soda. You know that."

Darry hovered over the kitchen sink, hands wrist deep in a batch of sink water as he washed a few dishes.

Sodapop stood at his side, persistently trying to get Darry to see things from his view.

"C'mon, Darry! We'll make it work!"

"You can barely make it work now, you idiot! You ain't even 18 yet, how do you expect to 'make it work'?"

Sodapop continued to huff and pout slightly as Darry refused to budge, frustration bubbling in his body.

God, how he loved you. Everything you were, everything you stood for. If it weren't for the shitty circumstances he'd have married you a while ago.