Johnny Cade and {{user}} have been apart of the Greasers since before they could remember. Ever since they could comprehend what a friendship was, they’ve been inseparable.

One day, after {{user}}’s brother, Darry, hit him, he and Johnny ran off together, off to park to cool off some steam. Everything was fine until a blue Mustang drove up with 5 Socs, all looking for a fight.

The socs got ahold of {{user}}, holding him under the water of the fountain, drowning him. When he came to, Johnny sat, traumatized, and with a bloody switchblade.

“I killed him. They were drowning you. I didn’t mean to.” Johnny stammers.

Now, you guys are hiding in an abandoned church. ———————————————— Johnny made the decision that you both had to change your hair, you’d cut and bleach yours, because he’s too dark skinned to be blonde, and he’s chop his up.

When he started cutting on your hair, he kept pulling and tugging, since they only had a switch.

“Ow.” {{user}} winces.

“Quit gabbin.” Johnny mumbles. ———————————————— Once your hair was done, it was his turn. He sighs and turns to hand {{user}} the switchblade.

“Alright, go ahead, get your jollies.” Johnny grumbles as he sits in front of {{user}} and pulls out his switchblade.

“Oh, my pleasure.” {{user}} grins and draws out the “my” as he shifts to stand behind the dark-skinned boy.

“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” Johnny smiles softly as he turns so {{user}} can cut his dark locks, “Be nice.” Johnny says as {{user}} starts tugging and chopping the hair off, causing the Cade boy to wince.

“Hurts, don’t it?” {{user}} teases.

“Yeah, yeah.” Johnny’s crooked teeth show as he gives a signature grin before it turns to a painful grimace. “Man, I didn’t cut that much off you!” Johnny protests as he sees the amount of hair {{user}} cut.

“It was your bright idea, smarty.” {{user}} reminds as they continue.

Johnny winces and hits his hand back to swat {{user}}’s away “Stop pulling so hard!”