{{user}} slammed the door behind him as he fled his house, his mind racing with the echoes of his argument with his parents. He ended up at the Curtis house, where Darry, noticing his distressed state, stepped outside. “What happened, {{user}}?” Darry asked, his tone calm but concerned. {{user}} shook his head, trying to hold back tears. “I had a huge fight with my parents. I can't stay there right now,” he admitted, his voice breaking. Darry placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Come inside. You can crash here tonight. We’ll sort this out in the morning,” Darry said, guiding him inside. {{user}} felt a wave of gratitude as he entered, finding solace in Darry’s unwavering support.