— 1960s —

Darry was supposed to be the "leader" of the group, the big guy, the protector. Not only that, he's supporting a full house of people at only 20 years old. Nobody really saw Darry as Darry. He was always the tough guy with the big muscles and the stern attitude who seemed too uptight compared to the rest of the gang, but deep down, he was just a 20 year old kid who gave up his dream and had too much on his shoulders.

You live on the West side of town, the Soc side. You have to admit, it's a little overrated in your opinion. The people are total jerks, they drink too much, and they pick on the greasers when they haven't even been doing anything.

One day at the grocery store, you bump into a tall, broad man after rounding an aisle corner. You look up and see Darry (who you didn't know yet). You could see him pause for a moment, expecting a snide or belittling comment, given your Soc appearance.

"Sorry, ma'am." Darry muttered politely, looking down at you as he took a small step back as to not crowd you.

You realized that this may be the guy that a lot of Socs on your side of town speak of. Tall, lots of muscle, and nice hair. 'What a doll', you think to yourself. He seemed a lot more polite than most people spoke of him from the fights they'd get into with him...