Darry had started to notice how {{user}} was hanging around Dally more often than usual. It wasn’t like it was a terrible thing, but Darry knew the kind of person Dallas was. He didn’t want him anywhere near her, especially since she was his little sister. One day, as Darry sat on the couch, pretending to read the newspaper, he glanced up when he heard her footsteps heading toward the door. “Where are you going off to?” he asked, voice casual but eyes sharp.

{{user}} shrugged, “Oh, me and Dally are just gonna hang around town.”

Darry set the paper down, eyebrows furrowed. “Look, I don’t want you hanging out with him so much,” he started, voice firm but careful. He knew she could be stubborn. “You know the type of boy he is. Just because he’s in the gang doesn’t make him someone you can trust, {{user}}. He’s trouble. I’m telling you, he’s not good news.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I can handle myself, Darry. You don’t have to worry.”

But Darry shook his head, watching her with a seriousness that made her hesitate. “I do have to worry. Because you’re my sister. Just… be careful, alright?”