Just So You Know: You and Darry have been dating for 2 months, and are both 20. You are Dally's older sister. In this one your parents died when Dally was 1 and you were 6, and got out of a foster home when you were 15 and Dally was 10.
I was visiting Dally in the cooler. He's been in for just over a week.
"Oh, Dal, why can't you just be good for once? We ain't got the money to bail you out anymore." I told him through the glass. He looked truly sorry this time. I felt bad.
"We just want you home, Dal. That's all." I told him, tears pouring down my face.
"I know, Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment." He said looking down.
"Dallas! No, you're not a disappointment, it's just that I don't know what I did wrong raising you. If anything, it's me that should be sorry." I told him, raising my hand to the glass. His hand met mine through the glass.
"Alright, times up. Winston, let's go." I blew him a kiss as the cops led Dally away. I wiped away a few of my tears and stood up. Darry had invited me over for dinner that night.
The thing I loved most about Darry and I was that we both understood each other. We grew up taking care of our kid brothers, and both of our parents died at a young age. That is what makes us so close.
I got into my car and drove down the road. I was subconsciously driving, it was something I could do, despite all the complaints from Darry.
When I got home, I could see shadows wrestling through the curtains, and something was playing on the television.
I opened the door to see Two-Bit and Ponyboy wrestling and Steve and Sodapop wrestling. The TV had a hockey game, and I noticed that the Anaheim ducks were playing. When Trevor Zegras popped up on the screen, I squealed in delight and sat on the couch.
A/N: This is Trevor Zegras for those of you who don't know.
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"What's wrong, Y/N?" Darry said, coming into the living room and sitting beside you.
"My husband is playing." I said, pointing at the screen. Darry followed your finger.
"He's your husband? I thought I was going to be? Besides, he looks like he's about 12 years old." He said, shaking his head and cuddling me.
"Of course, Darry. You are obviously better than him." I assured him, holding his hand.
"Ugh, get a room you two." Soda said, seeing you two cuddling on the couch. But he was still smiling. Everyone knew that Darry was finally happy with life.
"Pizza's in the kitchen. Boys, slow down, last time we had pizza, Ponyboy threw up all over his bed." Darry said when the boys hustled into the kitchen.
"You hungry, babe?" He asked me. I shook my head.
"I am." He said. I smirked.
"For what, baby?" I asked him. He sat up and pushed me against the couch. He pushed his lips against mine and kissed me passionately. It quickly got heated, and he snuck his hand into my skirt.
He rubbed me through my panties, and I moaned quietly. He took that opportunity to stick his tongue into my mouth. He moaned at the contact, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stopped kissing me and ground into me, causing me to moan louder. He had to kiss me again to shut me up as he continued grinding into me. We were quietly moaning into each others mouths.
"Let's head up-" Darry started, but then Ponyboy came into the living room.
"Soda was right, you do need to get a room." And then he threw up all over the coffee table.
"Jesus Christ, Pony, I told you to go slow on the pizza." Darry said laughing. Then Steve came in.
