You'd been a part of the Greasēr gang since forever. Despite Steve's annoying flirting, you got along with the others. But, well... there was one guy that you really, really liked.

Darry.

You were the only person who seemed to make Darry feel really loved and relaxed. Every time you kissed him, hugged him, or even simply held his hand, he'd feel a spark of affection shoot through him. Who knew the stoic guy had a soft side?

Now, the two or you sat in the living room at his place–commonly known as the Curtis' house–with the rest of the gang, watching TV. Darry was snuggled up against you, arms around your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Y'know..." Darry piped up sleepily after a few minutes. "You still snore like a kitten when you're tired. It's cute." He tried to mumble this quietly enough for just you to hear, but the others still managed to listen in. When they started to snicker at Darry's sappy comment, he lifted his head from your neck. His eyes narrowed irritably. "Oh, shut up, all of you. You're just jealous that I have me a pretty girl."