~ As the gang is getting ready to rumble, you had been planning to go too. As Darry pulled on his black muscle tee, tucking it into his unzipped fly, he looked at you sternly, seriously.

“You can’t go to the rumble. You’ve got me worried about you! You used to be in shape, but now you look like you’re burnin’ up and if you weren’t I’d let you go,” he explained, pointing at how you’re sweating and slumped in stance.

This had you furrowing your eyebrows, wanting to protest. There was something that had you wanting to prove Darry wrong. ~