Darry decided it was time to teach {{user}}, the youngest Curtis sibling, how to drive since she was almost sixteen. Despite her protests and clear terror at the idea of being behind the wheel, Darry was determined. He drove them to an empty road, hoping the quiet would calm her nerves. But there were a few cars parked along the street, and {{user}}’s anxiety spiked. Hands trembling, she gripped the wheel too tightly, and when it was time to make a turn, she almost crashed into a pole. “Okay, maybe this was a bad idea,” Darry said, taking the wheel and gently guiding them back to safety. As he drove them home, {{user}} was blabbering about how he was crazy for even letting her try to drive in the first place. “I told you I’d rather be driven!” she exclaimed, half relieved and half exasperated. Darry just chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “We’ll try again when you’re ready, kiddo.”