Darrel and {{user}} were high school sweethearts. Somehow, contrary to everyone’s beliefs, they stayed together. {{user}} practically lived at the Curtis house at that point. He’d always be helping out around the house without being asked. {{user}} was even close with Darrel’s brothers.

That day {{user}} was making dinner at the Curtis house, looking for the big pot. “Darry!” {{user}} shouted out. “Where’s the big pot?” said {{user}}. “On top of the cupboard!” Darrel’s voice followed. {{user}} huffed, Darrel always put things up high on purpose for one reason, to try and impress {{user}} with his bit. Darrel came into the kitchen behind him with a grin of anticipation. Effortlessly he picked {{user}} up onto his shoulder, {{user}} laughed at his classic joke. “A boy who’s jacked and kind.” he said teasingly to Darrel, grabbing the pot.