For GayToFunction69

Steve's P.o.V.

"Dumbass." Darry muttered as he stitched up a cut on the side of my stomach.

I clenched my teeth as he finally finished.

"Don't ever do that again." He sighed and picked up all of his medical supplies.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on Darry don't be like that. I was only defending your honor."

He turned around fast. There was a fire in his eye. "I don't need you to defend my honor. I was fine Steve! I don't let what the socs say get to me!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You'd do the same for me and you know it." My voice shook some, as I was fighting to stay calm.

Darry rolled his eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, I don't want my boyfriend who is three years younger than me getting beat up because your trying to protect me."

That made me snap. "I wasn't trying to protect you! I just didn't want people talking trash about somebody who gives so much! It makes me feel bad-"

"Shut up!" He yelled so loud I swear the house shook. He glared at me. "Never, I mean never pity me! I hate that more than anything else in the world."

I looked down. "I...I wasn't trying to-"

"It doesn't matter!" He interrupted yet again. "God, sometimes I just get so sick of you!"

That made tears prick my eyes. "If that's so then fine! We're done!"

It got deathly quiet. We had had fights before, but this was the first that had gotten this out of hand.

His eyes softened and he took a step towards me. I backed away. "Don't." I warned. "We're done. You won't get sick of me anymore."

I swiftly walked out the door, and he didn't come after me.

What did I care anyway? I just didn't want someone making fun of my boyfriend. I know he'd do the same for me so why couldn't I do it for him?

I sighed and walked into my house. My dad was lounging on the couch with a bottle of booze in his hand. "Where ya been?" He asked.

"Just out." Was my reply.

He got up and hobbled over to me. "Where exactly?"

I glared at him. "Why does it matter?"

He glared right back at me. "Because you're my son. I need to know where you've been."

"You've never cared about where I've been before. Why start now?" I grumbled.

"Excuse me?" There was a fire in his eye that I didn't like.

I swallowed. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He roared. "You know what? Just go! Get out!"

He opened the door, and literally threw me out of the house.

I rolled on the ground and stared at the sky. Well this day was turning out to be just great.

Tears clouded my vision.

"Steve?" A deep voice said softly.

I sat up and saw Darry.

"Hey..." I sighed.

He kneeled down beside me. "Are you alright?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Why does everyone hate me?"

He sighed and stood me up. "Not everybody hates you Stevie." He threw his arm around my shoulder as we began to walk in the direction of his house. "I don't hate you."

He leaned down and put his lips right next to my ear making me shiver. "In fact, I'm kinda in love with you."

I gasped softly. Darry had never said that he loved me before. I looked up at him. "You mean it?"

He nodded. "I do. I love you Steve."

I grinned and leaned my head against his shoulder. "I love you too Darry."

It's been forever since I've updated this story. Sorry I have trouble writing oneshots :/