Darrel and {{user}} were at a gas station, picking up some items for their sleepover—hopefully with some of the others from the gang. They were getting candy, cigarettes, and some alcohol.

Since it had been a hot day, {{user}} was wearing some rather short shorts, and there was a group of Socs who were checking them out. Darry didn’t fail to notice, and it pissed him off; set off his protective instincts.

He got behind {{user}}, guarding the Socs from seeing anything they didn’t need to. He gripped their hips, rather possessively, while glaring at the Socs.