The year is 1965.

Darrel was your roofer, who you payed handsomely for his work. Other than that, he was a friend. A very.. very good friend. You two would often stay at each other's houses if Darrel was done with work, or didn't have to watch his brothers.

Darrel and you were very.., Close, trusting, Vulnerable. Too much to just be friends. So you and Darrel continued this little situationship, having ups and downs for 2 years already. Basically being in a non-desclosed relationship.

And Darrel knew you had commitment issues, so he really did want to wait. But, he also needed closure from you, and you needed to stop avoiding the questions so swiftly.

So tonight, you find yourself on Darrels bed.

Darrel is laying on the bed, under the sheets, in his boxers. Darry was looking up at the ceiling, hands behind his head, thinking. His brown hair was tousled, and his eyes were heavy.