This story is written with SuperSammyO1999
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It was the average day in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The neighbor's hounds howling and barking at any one and thing daring enough to pass by. Cars passing by houses varying in shape and style, modest yet obvious tells of different incomes and classes. An occasional person walking down the pavement in clothing of their social status and personal styles.
Just any other day to a normal person in town. Little did people know, not everybody was having that average day.
~Slam~
Darry woke with a start, sitting upright in his bed due to the sound. Who on Earth was slamming the door this early? Whoever it was, they needed a good reason.
His arms propped him up from behind his back as he yawned. The male blinked to actually register the sun peeking into his room. Darry glanced over and read his clock; eight-thirty in the morning, too early to wake up on his day off. The male yawned once again and pushed off his blanket with his legs.
Today, unlike others, Darry didn't have to work. It was a very rare occasion, it almost never happened to him. Not with the bills and other expenses not worry about.
After months of working endless hours, Darry finally had a day off. The last time was reasonable, a holiday during the winter. Even then, he still had to work his second job cleaning tables at a run-down diner. Though he quite not long after. The job sucked and the pay was close to nothing, so he didn't miss it.
Darry always works too much, even he knows that. After he quit his second job, Darry had to work even more overtime than he already did. His brothers wanted him to lay off, but the three Curtis brothers needed the money and they all knew it. More than they'd like to admit.
The poor boy worked twenty four-seven, if not more. When most people would feel a little lousy they'd call off, but not Darry. The male wouldn't call off or leave early unless he fell off a roof, had a fever over one-hundred degrees, or he was heavily bleeding.
Darry was too stubborn to leave half the time. Meaning he was still there, working at least twelve hours a day, everyday, every week, every month. For six long, never ending months now.
Fading back to groggy reality, Darry groaned, figuring now was a good time to get ready for the day ahead. The brunette stretched, popping his back in the process. He scratched his chest mindlessly while walking towards his closet.
Most of his clothe, besides a suit, were used for work. Somehow, Darry found a shirt that wasn't worn for his job and only his job. Some old high school football shirt with Curtis written on the back.
As he slipped the article on, Darry walked towards his dresser and dug through to find a pair of jeans that haven't been torn up from the demand of his job. Just then did he realize how badly the male needed more clothes, but his brothers came first. They were still growing, he wasn't.
Darry kept fazing through his thoughts, one topic to another as he dressed. After his work and it's hard demands, it was how he needs new things. And after that, he was thinking of who could've slammed the door. But he did have a moment to realize, he could have gotten at least thirty minutes of sleep added.
Sighing deeply, the male slipped on a pair of socks and walked out through the house. The kitchen didn't take long, seeing as the house wasn't exactly large. He was glad it was only for him and the other person there. Darry didn't feel like cooking for an army that morning.
He cracked the eggs on the edge of the pan and let them fall from the shell, watching them cook out of boredom. Darry thought more to himself as he scrambled eggs on the stove.
'Two-Bit's in Ireland visiting family, so he couldn't've slammed the door. Soda and Steve are his place before the early shift. Pony and Johnny are at school - wait a minute....' He paused. The thought had finally hit him after -he didn't know-how long. How could he be so stupid? '...Dally.'
Darry continued to cook for the two of them. But only this time, he was grinning like an idiot.
He let his mind wander as he continued. Darry has always liked Dally, although he showed the exact opposite. Ever since the day they had met, he never seemed to fully leave the male's thoughts. Whether it was good or bad, he didn't know yet.
The way Dally's thick blonde hair was messy, yet put together and framed his face perfectly made Darry's eyes lock onto it. His cold, ice blue eyes that showed so much emotion for a split second at a time gave his face warmth. His toned muscles and the scars from blades the Socs would use on him, it made his heart skip a beat. He was tough, and tuff. So there was that.
When he walked into a room, Darry couldn't help but blush the slightest shade of crimson red with butterflies in his gut. It's all the male could think about. He never mentioned it though. It's the sixties. People get killed for that kind of thing.
Darry came back from his thoughts just in time to keep the food from burning, managing not to burn himself in the process. He placed enough food for the two of them on plates before sitting down at the dinning room table.
The image of Dally and his perks were still in the back of his mind as he finished eating. Darry would check up on Dally once he was finished eating, but he did want to make sure he wouldn't blush mad red when he saw him.
Darry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of something else, anything else. Eggs.
The eggs were his favorite, yet Darry never liked eggs all that much. These were what he'd rather; scrambled and a side of bacon. Darry would have much rather French toast, but that's all there was in the ice box that morning. He didn't have enough money laying around to go and buy everything just for French toast, so he sucked it up and ate what was provided to him.
With a final gulp of coffee, the male stood and walked towards to the sink. He washed and dried his and the remaining dishes left from his brothers, Johnny and Steve as yet another distraction.
As Darry put the last of the plates and glasses away in the cupboards, he heard a pained and quiet groan from the living room. Curiosity took advantage of his senses as he walked through the house and into the living room. Thoughts were racing faster than light with each step he took through the small house and in the direction of the living room.
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