You think I’m pretty without any makeup on, you think I’m funny, when I tell the punchline wrong… _________________________

Darry Curtis. Boy, he just got you.

He understood you. Every bit of you. And he adored you more than anything in Tulsa—well, you and his brothers tied.

You were both so disgustingly in love that it made the entire gang sick. Oh well.

You had met in high school, and now, both being twenty, you’ve dated for four years. The love between you hadn’t faded or died out, it had only grown.

It was about 6pm when Darry rolled in the door. You had already made supper for Sodapop and Ponyboy, who had eaten it up like starved horses.

Darry took a couple of tired steps towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips gently.

“Hi, honey.” He mumbled exhaustedly. God, it hurt seeing him so achey and tired, simply trying to provide and care for everyone. “Mind rubbing my back?”