*** DISCLAIMER: This is my first fanfiction ever. I never wrote one alone before, honestly. I normally did role-plays of such. I'm excited to write them alone now. It's giving me something extra do to. Hope you enjoy! ***
Darrel Curtis and Joann Caverly have been dating for quite some time now. It first started off as a fantastic friendship between them. They were always at ease when they talked, as if they can spatter out their troubles. It was one sudden night that they found out they had feelings for each other. Joann was walking out late at night from the movies alone. Her friend Vivian had gone home, and Jo decided to walk home by herself. Stupid decision, really, but Jo doesn't regret it. A few drunken Socs dropped by her and tried to flirt with her. Innocent flirting increased to harassment, and soon became violent, trying to grab her, and putting her in the Chevrolet Corvette '54. Four Socs to one Greaser girl. Jo screamed for help, for anyone to help her. The only name that she could get out was Darry. That's all she screamed for. Not too long later, a figure came running to them and beating the Socs up, muttering and cursing words. Jo remembered the specific words that Darry yelled. "Do not lay a single finger on her!" Jo will never forget that.
When Darrel was finished with his business with the Socs and them scurrying along like mice, he went over to her and helped her up.
"Are you alright, Jo? They didn't hurt you too bad, did they?" he asks.
"I'm just fine." She says softly. "Thank you…"
"What the hell were you thinking walking alone, huh? You coulda' asked me to go with ya to the movies." He says, beginning walking her home.
"I was with Vivian and she drove home. I didn't wanna be a bother and let her drive me home, so I decided to walk."
"Still! Those Socs coulda' done worse to ya. I couldn't stand that."
"Why?" asks Jo curiously.
"Because I love you…" Those words slipped Darry's mouth before he knew it. And it was true, he did indeed love Jo. He didn't know when he began to love her, nor did he know how. But he loved her, and he couldn't bear for anything to happen to her.
Jo stops walking and looks up at Darry, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open in shock. "R-really…?" she asks.
Darry stood silent, then nodded. "Yeah." He says in a voice so low and smooth sounding.
She smiles widely, her pure white teeth showing and her eyes filled with pure joy. Jo hugs Darry tightly, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck and her face on his shoulder, giggling softly and sniffling. "I love you, too." She murmurs against his shoulder. Darry was smiling, closing his eyes and placing his hand on the back of her head, twirling a few of her black curls on his index finger.
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how Darry Curtis; the strict and one of the toughest around the Greaser neighborhood, managed to get a girl. And he sure did it right.