You were apart of the gang, you rarely hung out at the Crutis house, always driving around town or busy doing who knows what. You and Darry were pretty good friends, but you rarely saw each other with him being at work and you always busy. Your car was in the shop so you didn’t have any other choice. Darry had just gotten off work, exhausted from roofing houses all day. When he first saw you he stopped then wrapped his arms around you, laid on the couch, and buried his face in your chest.