The Outsider's Imagines

enough - d.c.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~y/n~

You tapped your foot anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You were slouched with your elbows on the table, eyeing the food that you had cooked. It was supposed to be a date night, and you had specially made two of whole turkeys with cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes. An apology for what happened with the previous Thanksgiving food (thanks to Sodapop's dumb idea to start a food fight), but Darry hadn't come home yet. You had even kicked out Ponyboy and Sodapop. 

You glanced at your watch. Ten thirty three. - he was four hours and  three minutes late. Sighing, you just about decided that he wasn't coming. It wasn't like him to just not show up, but you guessed there was a first for everything. You gently picked up the plates and utensils and put them back in their appropriate cabinets before you put all of the food in the refrigerator. 

*creak*. You whirled around and saw Darry slinking in, turned away. "Oh, Y/N, I thought you would be sleeping by now," he said, rushing over to the bathroom.

"No, I wasn't sleeping - I was waiting for you to come home so we could have a dinner to ourselves!" you said, irritated. 

Darry immediately exhaled heavily, putting his face in his hands, knowing that he'd messed up. "Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot-" 

"Save it, Darrel. You can't even look at me," you huffed, putting your hand out and shoving the cranberry sauce into the refrigerator. 

Darry dropped his hands and you almost dropped your bowl when you saw his face. You quickly set the bowl back on the table and rushed up to him, running your fingers over his cheek. "Oh my God, Darry, what happened?" His face was completely swollen and bloody, he had a black eye, and he seemed to have a hundred different cuts all over his face and body. You rushed to grab a towel and a cup of water and cleaned up his face.

"I was buying some ingredients for some chocolate cake and on my way back a group of Socs just jumped me," he said, taking the towel from my hands as I went to grab him a glass of water. "I could definitely take a good four or so, but there had to have been at least eight or nine." 

Your hurried back with a glass of ice water and an ice pack. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Darr, I had no idea! Are you alright?" Darry took the ice pack from your hands and put it against his head. You rushed to get the first-aid kit when you heard a small sniffle.

"Darry?" you asked, rushing over and grabbing his hand. He was crying. You have never seen Darry cry. Not ever. "Oh no, where does it hurt?" 

"It- It's not that-" he stuttered, grabbing your hand. "I- They were right. I c-can't give you t-the life you d-deserve." 

"What?" you asked, squeezing his hand. 

"I-I'm j-just a g-greaser who r-roofs h-houses. I-I can't b-buy you n-nice t-things that y-you d-deserve," he stammers through tears. 

"No, Darry, I don't care about nice things. I want you," you said, stroking his head and letting him bury his head in your shoulders. You breathed deeply, cradling his head. "You're here with me. That's enough."