The Outsiders Imagines

44: Darry Imagine

"Kiss me," you demanded.

Darry looked at you, astounded by your forwardness. "What?"

"Darrel Curtis, we've been together for nearly a month and you haven't so much as tried to hold my hand," you shot back. "Now I want you to prove that you really want to be with me."

He looked down, fiddling with his jacket zipper.

You shook your head in disappointment. "Fine. I get it." You got up to leave. "I hope you find someone you do want to show affection for."

He didn't look up at you, so you sighed and walked away.

~Five Years Later~

You were currently an aspiring journalist for a newspaper a couple towns over. It didn't offer much, but you needed every cent.

At the moment, you were back in Tulsa, staying at your mom's house, for your 5-year high school reunion.

The night of the reunion, you put on a nice dress and drove to your old high school, where the reunion was being held.

You picked up your name tag at the little welcome table at the entrance and walked into the gym.

The gym was dimly lit, like they always did for the school dances, and they were playing songs that were popular when you were in high school, not that it had been that long.

You were stopped by a couple of people you had been acquaintances with during school and a few people you hadn't been friendly with at all in high school.

One of your old friends caught up with you, and you two pretty much stuck together for most of the time.

"You know Darrel Curtis is here, Y/N," she said cautiously.

You bit your lip. You knew it was inevitable. "Oh really? That's nice. He still lives in town, doesn't he?" You tried not to sound like you were forcing the statements.

You hadn't spoken to him since you broke up with him.

Your friend's eyes widen a little as she looked somewhere behind you. "Um... Don't look behind you."

Of course, you turned around. There he was, as handsome as ever, talking with some of the other guys that had been on the football team.

You just smiled at your friend and walked over to him. You tapped his shoulder.

He turned around and looked at you in surprise. "Y/N, how are you?" He smiled, but he also looked very nervous.

"I'm great! And you? How're your brothers? Your parents?" You were kind of forcing to stay smiling.

His expression was a little cloudy now. "Oh... I'm good. The boys are too, but I guess my parents are best. They, uh, passed away a few years ago. A year or so after graduation, actually."

Guilt ran over you like a drunk driving a dump truck. "Oh my- I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- My gosh, I'm a terrible person."

He shook his head, giving you a small smile. "No, you didn't know. It's alright." He led you to one of the tables. "So what have you been up to?"

"Oh.. Well, I'm a journalist for a local paper a couple towns over."

The rest of your night was spent catching up with Darry, with brief interruptions by former classmates greeting you two.

By the end of the reunion, you could hardly remember why you had ever broken up with him.

He walked you to your car. "I'm sorry for what happened."

You put your hand on his arm. "No, I was a brat. Besides, that was high school. I can't believe I was ever that shallow," you laughed.

He smiled and leaned down a little before slowly placing his lips on yours. It was like fireworks, cliche as it sounds.

When he pulled away, you shyly smiled up at him. "I've been waiting for that for a long time."

I like this one. It got me thinking about maybe writing a fanfiction. I feel like Darry isn't appreciated enough. I'm not saying I'm definitely writing it, but it's a thought. M'kay.

~Mariah