It was a chilly afternoon, around 11pm or so, the grass covered in a fresh coat of dew and a gentle breeze running through the neighborhood. You had other thoughts besides sleeping tonight, though, already making your way through the kitchen and into the living room, opening the window only for it to grunt.

Just as you quickly ducked out and hid under the window sill outside in the bushes, Darry was standing there, staring out at the front yard after noticing the window open and hearing the grunted noise.

Darrel was dressed with nightingale but baggy pants, no shirt. Just when it seems he didn’t see you and he was about to walk away, a firm calloused hand reached down and gripped your upper hand, easily lifting you up till you were eye to eye with Darry.

‘ ‘ …. {{user}}. ‘ ‘ He muttered, blinking with an unamused look on his face. You were merely spending the night at their house because you were on parole and needed to be watched, so you were under Darry’s rules too.