Spring of 1966. Nineteen years old and finally free from the confines of high school, with college on the horizon at the arrival September—the idea of a spring and summer without much worry was a blessing from above.

In the divided town of Tulsa—between Socs and Greasers, your loyalties naturally resided with the Socs. But sometimes, you doubted that. Sure, you had your girl friends, Bev and Marica, who you wouldn’t trade for the world—but sometimes, you look at him, and think you’d trade anything just to have a conversation with him.

Tall, broad shouldered, and a bonafide football star (almost), Darrel Curtis has plagued your mind for two summers. And you haven’t told a soul. You couldn’t like a Grease, right? You didn’t even tell Bev or Marcia. But, as you stood some feet from him as he dug in a toolbox in the front of your parent’s lawn, you really thought on it. What do you really have to lose?