You were the only girl in the Greasēr gang, mainly because you were Dally's sister. You always went along with all of their troublesome plans, being the same type.

You were also Johnny's dream girl.

Ever since Dally introduced you to the gang, Johnny couldn't help but just like you. No, not "like." Love. You were just–so pretty. And likable. And...well, hot.

Now, the whole gang was at the Curtis' place. You walked into the living room, where Darry was reading a newspaper, and Johnny was watching TV. He glanced at you as you entered the room.

You complained to Darry that you cut one of your knuckles and needed a band-aid.

"Why don't you just let Johnny kiss it and make it feel better?" Darry replied sarcastically, a small smirk playing on his lips, not looking up from the paper.

Johnny sat up immediately. "Sure," he quickly offered, eyes shining slightly. "I can!"