𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

d.c. ~ brothers

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Curtis' house.
Wednesday, 1967.
14:30 p.m.

•••

"My goodness, Y/n. You're room is too messy for my eyes." Said my dear friend, Darry Curtis as he opens the door to my room.

"Get used to it, I live like this everyday. My room can't stay tidy." I said.

"You have vinyl record all over the place, they should be in a safe place so it doesn't get dirty or break." He said. "What do you listen to anyway?"

"Mostly Marilyn, sometimes some Elvis or The Beatles." I said.

"You've got books all over too. You're just like Ponyboy, just more messy." He said. "Well at least my room is clean. It's not tidy or neat, but it's not dirty. You know what I mean?" I said.

"Who's this you're with?" Darry says, holding up a photo.

I immediately take it out of his hands.

"None of your business." I said, putting the picture in my pocket. "Someone special, huh?"

"Just shut up and pick the books Pony wants." I said. "Well I sure as hell ain't never seen you smile like that before." He said. I sat silent for a second, wondering if I should tell him who that was in the picture with me.

Eventually I let out a sigh and gave in. Darry was my close friend after all.

"It was my brother. The picture was us right before he was getting on the bus to the war in Vietnam. After that he just forgot about Tulsa and got married, had 2 kids in New York." I said.

"I thought you were gonna say he died. I'm sorry he forgot about y'all."

I paused again, holding back tears in my eyes and trying to stabilize my voice so Darry wouldn't realize I was crying. "He did die. Just not in the war." I said.

Darry stopped rummaging around my room and turned to look at me. "He did some bad things up there in New York. Betting and dealing, all that gambling stuff. Sure as hell was an idiot." I said.

"How come you've never told me this before?" He asked. "I don't know, man. I don't like talkin' bout that stuff." I murmured.

Darry slowly sat next to me on the bed. "Y/n, I'm so sorry." Darry says, trying to hug me. I knew if he hugged me, I would only cry even more, I slightly pushed him away.

"You did not deserve any of that." He said, making a tear finally roll down my cheek.

"You know, you remind me so much of him, it hurts me sometimes." I said with my voice shaky.

"I'm sorry." I said, wiping the tear off my face with my sleeve.

"It's alright, Y/n. I'm glad you let it out. If you kept it inside you, I would've never known you were hurting." He said.

"You have me and the guys now. We may not be just like your brother but you're just like a sister to us." He said. "Oh Dare..."

"You all are enough to make me smile again." I said.