{{user}} Curtis didn’t know how to drive, at all. His brother Sodapop kept promising to teach him, but was always busy at the DX. And Darrel, well he just didn’t want to see his little brother grow up. After yet another long day at work Sodapop and Darrel came home, Steve along with them. {{user}} shot up from his seat as Sodapop sat down himself. “Please Soda-“ {{user}} started pleading and Sodapop shook his head profusely. “No, {{user}}. Not tonight, I’m tired.” he said, kicking up his feet.

{{user}} huffed in defeat, before perking up once again when he heard Steve’s voice. “I’ll take you out driving.” Steve shrugged. In reality Steve couldn’t stand to see {{user}} keep begging, and seeing him smile was worth it. “With what car?” he asked curiously, Steve didn’t have a car as far as {{user}} knew. Steve smoothly took the keys to the Darrel’s truck, with a soft smirk. He’d thrown them down on the table when he came home. {{user}}’s eyebrows shot up, Darrel would beat the living hell out of Steve if he knew. {{user}} looked over his shoulder irrationally as Steve called out leaving. “You comin’ or what?” {{user}} heard the car door close, and raced out there to join him.