Outsiders imagines

Darry

Darry and I have been fighting for hours now, screaming horrible things to each other. All because of a canceled date, but it isn't really just a canceled date. its seven canceled dates. Its never being able to see him anymore. It's being placed on a back burner while he focuses on everything else in his life. 

"You're blowing this all out of proportion," Darry scoffs as he rubs his temples. 

"No, I'm not! Darry I never see you anymore!" I yell, exasperated. 

"Well, I'm so sorry that I have to work to support my family," he said rolling my eyes.

"It wouldn't hurt you to take one day off, all you do is work, and when you're not working you're too tired to do anything! That can't be healthy for you!" My throats starting to hurt but I refuse to back down. 

"Having two jobs makes a person tired! I have bills to pay!"

"I've always offered to help with bills and you refuse every time!"

"I don't need help! I have everything handled, and it's not like you would actually be able to help," he remarks snidely. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" My eyebrows furrow as I try and process what he's saying. 

"It means you have a shitty job that doesn't pay much," he says as if it's obvious. My cheeks heat in embarrassment as I finally look away from him. 

"I hate you," I mutter as I try and hide my tears that have started to trail down my face. 

Silence fills the room as he suddenly whips his head over to look at me. I fall down onto the couch, holding my face in my hands as I try to hide my sobs. Why can't he understand that I just want to help? I'm not criticizing him, I just miss him, and now we've wasted his one night off in three weeks fighting. 

"You hate me?" he whispers, looking at me with wide eyes. 

I take a few deep breaths to calm my crying down before responding, "No, but right now I wish I did."

"Honey," he tried to start. 

"No, Darry. I don't want to hear anything right now. I just missed you, okay? I'm sorry that it's that big of a deal." I shook my head, standing up from the couch. "I'm going home, but I'll come by tomorrow after work, if you're even here."

"I'll be here," he promised, "but please let me drive you home so I don't have to worry?"

I nod in agreement, allowing him to lead me out to his truck. The drive back to my place was tense and quiet, the rumbling of the engine being the only noise. I gave him a swift kiss on the cheek before jumping out of the vehicle and walking into my house, desperately hoping we can have a civil conversation tomorrow. 

The next day after work I slowly make my way over to Darrys, I'm not sure why I am so scared but I am. What if he's decided that I'm not worth all of this stress? He has enough going on in his life without me being difficult as well. 

As I reached his house I was immediately surprised at the lack of hollering and yelling from the rowdy boys that are always at the Curtis household. Usually I can hear at least one or two of them. It only made the nerves in my stomach tangle even more. 

I carefully opened the front door and peered into the house, surprised again to see it tidy and lacking of the gang of boys. I step inside slowly, looking around for Darry. He told me he would be here when I got off from work. When I walking the kitchen I see the small table covered with a table cloth, candles, two plates of pasta, and two glasses of wine. I couldn't stop the smile that was growing on my face. 

I hear footsteps behind me and turn around to find Darry walking out of his bedroom, clean clothes and hair slicked back. 

"What's this all about?" I ask with a smile as he walks up and kisses me, pulling me into him with a hand around my waist. 

"An apology," he offers as he pulls away from me. "You were right, I've been neglecting you and that isn't fair. I promise from here on out that I will always make time for you."

"When did you get so perfect, hmm?" I asked, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs as my hands frame his face 

"Also, after Soda and Pony knocked some sense into me, I want to talk to you about a couple things," he said carefully as he pulled my chair out for me. 

"What's that?"

"Well, I wanted to address some of the things we fought about. I don't think your job is shitty, but I feel guilty taking your money because you have your own bills to pay," I try to speak but Darry grabs my hand before interrupting me. "Soda so gracefully pointed out to me that you spend most of your nights here anyways, so I wanted to ask your thoughts on moving in? We can split the bills, and maybe I won't kill myself by working too hard."

I knew it was hard for him ask me about moving in, it's hard for him to talk about anything that he thinks makes him look vulnerable. 

"Darrel Curtis, I would love to move in with you."

The rest of the rest of dinner was amazing, the food, the wine, and even when boys stormed in and took over the living room, claiming that they had given us enough time and that they didn't trust us not to 'taint the house' with our love. 

Darry and I shared knowing smiles before settling into the living room with the rest of the boys to watch TV