viii. real estate

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written to "real estate" by adam melchor

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darrel curtis was no softie.

at least, that's what everyone said about him. the few girls he'd gone with didn't speak of their relationships (mostly because darry could only find himself with soc girls. greaser girls weren't quite his style) and everyone in tulsa seemed to know that he didn't even cry at his parents' funeral. they didn't know that he was only saving the tears for that night, when he got to bed, where his brothers couldn't hear him.

so when a certain big hearted college girl finally strapped him down, his closest friends didn't even think it'd last. no one seemed to notice that everything he did was for everyone else. he was extremely unselfish, and that led to stress.

when the girl started spending nights in the curtis home, ol' dar didn't seem so stressed out. finding small items of hers-an earring, a bobby pin, or even something like a piece of her hair-reminded him that he had her and lifted his mood as he headed out to work-which, of course, landed him a promotion with more flexible hours and a bit of a pay raise.

he did have his days where he missed his parents a little extra, he was worried about his littlest brother who didn't have an ounce of common sense, or he was upset that the government lady that came to check on his house once a month was so judgmental, but somehow she knew, no matter how far she was, and she was usually able to get to him or at least call him to help calm his nerves.

she, too, had her days where she struggled to pay the rent or make sense of the world, and he guaranteed her love and safety as a form of comfort. the pair understood each other, and with each argument came an understanding that they were fighting an issue together, where he wrapped his arms around her and whispered why she was important to him.

darrel proved himself to be softie when it came to someone he cared about. he would do whatever for the girl that helped him be the best version of himself

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i finally got a darry one out! i felt like i had to because i managed to spell his name wrong in another imagine.. whoops.

i love this song with my heart and soul and it kinda gives me soft darry vibes. like imagine having him hug you in reassurance it's all gonna be okay?? i'd cry

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