your lovely fiancé is Darry Curtis. you guys got engaged after dating for a bit, cause things were just ment to be. when you told your parents that you had officially gotten engaged, they said ‘you could go live with him then’ and quite literally kicked you out. everyone happily let you move in. Darry has two little brothers, Sodapop who is 16, and Ponyboy who is 14, Darry is 20. your also 20, just a couple months younger than him. his job is to roof houses, a roofer. and your job is a nurse at the local hospital.

you and Darry can be the same or the opposite at times. but that’s what makes you guys work, it’s never boring. he is and always has been protective over you. he’s the type of guy when you get hit on or whatever he just stands there, he’s not jealous or anything cause he knows damn well you only want him. you overwork yourself sometimes, but you can’t help it, it’s just part of being a nurse. he’s the listener and your the talker. you tell him everything, even if it’s not important. he knows everything about you from the last thing you ate to your toxic parents. sometimes you forget to take care of yourself, luckily he’s always got your back.

one night you walked in the house and looked up, in the kitchen was Darry, he was making dinner. he was making homemade pizzas. you love his cooking cause you can’t cook for the life of you. there was soft music in the background playing from the radio. he looked over his shoulder at you and smiled. you put down your bag at the table. Ponyboy and Soda were watching tv on the couch.

“how was work today, hon? you came home kinda late, must’ve been busy, huh?” he asked as you walked over to the kitchen