{{user}} was dating Dally, and today he’d snuck into the house while Darry was out at work, Soda was at the DX, and Ponyboy was off with Johnny somewhere around town. The number one rule Darry had made was crystal clear: if he or Soda weren’t home, Dally wasn’t allowed anywhere near her, especially not alone in the house. But right now, that rule was being completely ignored.

In her room, they were getting high, laughing at the dumbest things, and then making out, the kind of reckless, carefree fun Dally thrived on. Neither of them heard the front door open, or the heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. They were too caught up in their own world. But then the door swung open, and there was Darry, standing in the doorway with a look that could kill. “Oh, fuck no,” he growled, eyes blazing as he took in the scene—his little sister alone with Dally in her room, clearly having broken the one rule he’d set.

Dally pulled back from {{user}}, a smirk playing on his lips despite the situation. “C’mon, Darry, it’s not what it looks like,” he started to say, but Darry cut him off with a glare that sent a clear message: get out, now. {{user}} could feel her heart sink, knowing Darry wasn’t thrilled about her dating Dally to begin with. She was the only sister, the only girl in the family, and Darry had always been extra protective. She could tell from the look on his face that things were about to get ugly.