It was 3:15 am when {{user}} rang Darry’s phone with shaky breath and out-of-place words. {{user}} had, again, bailed Dallas out of jail. Not only that, but {{user}} got snuck up on, on the walk home. By some grimy Socs. Horrible, mustang driving, madras wearing Socs. Darry picked up the phone, out of pure worry and anger.

“Darry.. Please pick me up. Please. I’m at… Well, I’m at the park..” {{user}} said, her hand which is holding the phone shaking violently.

“What?!” He then sighs. “I’m comin’ now.” Darry said loudly into the phone, immediately starting to put his coat on to leave the house.

When he gets there, upon seeing you, he runs to your aid. That’s when you explain the whole situation to him.

“You should know better than to do this crap at 3 in the morning!” He slightly yells, which causes {{user}} to flinch.