The Outsiders Imagines

Darry Imagine

S. E. Hilton owns all the characters. 

Hey, so I kept reading the imagines for Darry and I'm not saying this about all of them but I mostly read the ones where he's working on your roof and I thought that maybe we should go a little bit deeper into Darry's character. I made this because I realized that the Curtis brothers...their parents died 8 months ago. Not years. Months. It hasn't even been an entire year since their death and I just froze when I realized it. Like, wow. So, guess what this is about?

Also, in this, the girl has known the Curtis brothers and all the other boys for a long time, so she's personally spent time with their parents. Just wanted to bring that up.

Alright, let's go!

I hummed an old Disney tune in my head (Thanks to Two-Bit) while I made breakfast. I heard the shower start to run and light footsteps across the floor.

Soda and Pony are up, I thought, which means Darry shouldn't be far behind.

"You want any breakfast, Tim," I called out. Tim sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. His feet were on the coffee table and he had the tv on at a low volume.

"I'll take a piece of cake to go, [Y/N]," He replied.

"Comin' right up."

Pony walked into the kitchen, scratching his head. He mumbled a "good morning" to me and Tim before slouching into a chair at the table.

I had prepared bacon and eggs along with some small pancakes for the boys. After I had given Pony his meal, I kissed his head and ruffled up his hair with my hand.

"Dig in," I said, cheerfully. There was still a lump in my throat, but I just kept trying to swallow it down. Just keep it together.

I placed a piece of cake onto a small plate before wrapping it in a bag and handed it to Tim.

"Thanks. Hey, [Y/N]? Give the big guy my regards, alright?"

I nodded and smiled sadly. "Thanks, Tim. And don't worry, I will."

As I headed back to the kitchen, I heard Tim mumble something like "Darry sure is lucky to have her". I wonder what he meant?

Steve, Two-Bit, and Johnny made their grand entrances after Tim left. All of them gobbled up my cook like they hadn't eaten for weeks. I had to cover my mouth a few times with the hand towel to keep myself from throwing up.

I slapped Steve's wrist when he tried to reach for the food I had left for the others.

"You already had ten pancakes, seven slices of bacon, and you still want more? Leave some for the others!" I snapped.

"I'm a growin' boy!" Steve said. He yelped when I slapped him again. Two-Bit snuck over to the fridge to try and get the chocolate cake, but he ran right back to his seat when I gave him the "look" with a frying pan in my hand. Johnny just munched on some bacon while Pony had his head on the table, still half asleep.

Sodapop walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair had little droplets forming at the ends and his chest shimmered from the sunlight coming in through the windows (You're welcome, ladies! ;p) He reached over Pony to get some of the bacon on his plate.

I shoved him out the room and ordered him to put some clothes on.

Dallas walked in and immediately went for the fridge for some beer. After he took a gulp, he saw Pony and asked if we could draw on his face with marker. All the boys agreed happily and immediately went into Pony's room to grab a Sharpie. I sighed and watched as they pulled his head back. I giggled while they argued as to what they should draw on his face.