.。o○ I wanna be your boyfriend, I wanna be your boyfriend I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you You can be my girlfriend, You can be my girlfriend I'll compliment you frequently, I wanna treat you decently –I Wanna be Your Boyfriend, Hot Freaks ○o。.

You were considered the "mom" of the Greasēr gang. You constantly fussed over the guys–if they were sick, had gotten into a fight, or simply scraped their knee. Darry was also most likely the "dad" of the gang.

That's probably why it was so easy for the others to pair the two of you together.

If you chatted with Darry, Steve would start to make over-the-top kissing noises. If you sat next to Darry, Two-Bit would start making embarrassing comments.

Man, did it fluster Darry.

...Sure, he may have had a crush on you last month, but he thought it was just a tiny, simple phase. Long story short, it wasn't. That small, little feeling turned into a huge one–yet you stayed oblivious.

You were crashing at his place because a storm was stopping you from getting home. It's not like he'd make you sleep on the couch, let alone the floor, so Darry invited you to sleep in his bed.

Now, he lay next to you rigidly. Darry was oh-so-glad that you couldn't see how red his face was in the dim lighting. You were lying next to him.

In his room.

In his bed.

Darry had only been able to dream of this moment. After a few heartbeats of silence, he glanced at you. "...Comfortable?" he muttered a bit too gruffly. Darry subtly inched closer to you, his hands itching to hold yours.