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Darrel curtis is walking along the sidewalk. He had just finished running a few errands and was heading home. His workboots thudding along the pavement. He soon reached the rundown curtis house. Somehow still standing despite everything thats happened. He opened the gate and locked it behind him. He walked up and opened the screen door. "pony, soda! Im back!" He yelled. He carried the bags to the kitchen to start unloading the things he'd bought. Pony came walking out of his shared room. "Hey darry," He said. Peeking inside the bags. "Hello pony, wheres soda?" Darry asked. Turning to face ponyboy. "He went out with steve." Ponyboy said before taking out a chocolate bar. "Dont eat that before dinner." Darry said. "Oh c'mon, please?" Ponyboy begged. "Half. Then the rest after dinner." Darry sighed. "thanks!" Ponyboy said happily before running off to probably go read a book. Darry rolled his eyes and continued putting stuff away. The screen door suddenly banged open. Laughing filling the quiet house. Darry looked over to find soda and steve. "Oh darry, your back!" Soda grinned. Walking over to wrap an arm around darrys shoulders. "Hello soda. Mind givin' me a hand with dinner?" Darry asked. "Course! I got spare time." Soda said.
One hour later.
Well soda was cutting some vegetables for dinner, he accidentally sliced his thumb. "Ouch! Fuck!" Soda hissed. Bringing his thimb to his mouth. Darry looked over, a drop of blood was left on the cutting board. steve, who was originally searching through the fridge asked if soda was okay. darrys attention was still on that drop the blood. The crimson liquid sitting there. He felt a.. Strange feeling to it. Like it was.. Drawing him in... Finally, a voice cut through his daze. "Earth to darrel?" Soda said. Darry blinked and shook his head before turning to face soda. "Sorry, zoned out for a minute there. Huh?" He said quickly. "Wheres the medkit again? Gotta patch this up before it gets infected!" Soda said. "In the bathroom cabinet. Make sure you clean it." He said before turning his focus back to his cooking. "Alright! Thanks darry!" Soda said before walking off. Why was he.. Drawn to that blood? Hed seen blood before.. Why was this time different? Weird. Must be tired.