When you found out your health class would require doing that absolutely stupid baby task where you carry around one of those fake little robot babies, you wanted to slam your head into your desk, and hell, you had to hold yourself back from doing so when you discovered you'd be put into pairs, you didn't get to choose who you'd be parenting with, you'd just be parenting, full stop

You'd been paired with Darrel Curtis, star football player, 6'2, wide, serious but charming, always determined, you two spoke for a while, he seemed decently fine with the pairing, he invited you to his home like a real gentleman, told you that he has two kid brothers but they wouldn't be too annoying, told you his parents would be welcoming for some reassurance to you, so you walked home with him

Carrying fake baby with you both, which didn't seem to be crying yet, you got to the house, small but nice, you glanced around, an eleven year old Ponyboy Curtis sat reading on the couch while a fourteen year old Sodapop Curtis blabbered on about some random thing

"Might as well be doin' the project triple, we got three babies here as is" Darry says to you with a good natured shrug as Soda perks up at the sight of his big brother and you