Darry sat in the drivers seat, listening to the conversation you were having with Trish. Darry felt quite annoyed that no one even tried to include him in the discussion.

Darry rolled his eyes, looking over at the passenger seat to look at you. “If you would stop complaining all of the time, maybe some guy would actually want you.” Darry mumbled annoyed, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes back on the road.