Money. Darry’s biggest concern at the moment. The Curtis residency was living off of food stamps and was barely keeping up with the monthly rent.

You had been dating Darry for a year or so at this point, so you just let yourself into the home like the rest of the greasers do.

You saw him sitting on his recliner in the living room. He was trying his best to stay awake as he rubbed his green, tired eyes in his big hands. He had envelopes all around him, all addressed to him about rent and such. He was so tired, he didn’t even notice you walk in until you put your soft hands on his shoulders.