You had worn jeans and a belt to your boyfriend's house, but it was uncomfortable when you and Darry were cuddling, so you took it off. It was now 9:30 pm, and your mom was here to pick you up. Sad you had to leave, you began getting ready, and of course, this meant putting your belt back on.

And of course, the universe hates you.

At that exact moment while you were putting your belt on, Darry's little ten-year-old brother, Sodapop, walked into the bedroom. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and he said "I'm so sorry!" before leaving and closing the door. It was clear that he thought something else had gone on.

You and Darry looked at each other, expressions of amusement but also embarrassment. Darry makes his way towards the door.

"Hey, Soda, it's not what it looks like I swear! Please don't tell Mom..."

He says as he leaves to find and comfort his poor brother who was probably traumatized by the suspicious-looking scene he had just witnessed.