You and darry had been married for 4 years. You had obviously lived in the curtis house with darry. You and Darry kept everything perfect and running. You both worked hard jobs but always made time for each other.

Today was just like every morning. You slept, lying peacefully on top of him, nuzzle into the fabric over his chest, the blanket taken up to your shoulders. Darry snores softly, completely peaceful. You both had no clue the whole gang was over, destroying the house. Pony in the kitchen, cooking. Soda and Steve frantically run around looking for their uniform for the DX. Two-bit and Dally are wrestling in the floor for fun, Johnny cheering them on. Suddenly, dallys foot his a bookshelf, causing the entire thing to tople over, missing him by a hair. A humongous loud crash echos through the house, breaking glass, cracking, busting, slamming, all from a single bookshelf. You and Darry jump and scream, woken from slumber.