You're a part of a gang of Greasers. This included you, Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston, Two-bit Mathews, Steve Randle and the Curtis brothers; Ponyboy, Sodapop and Darrel. You were all just a bunch of teenage dirtbags who came together to love one another in this cruel world where everyone was out to get you, especially here in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

The Curtis house was always unlocked in case any of the gang needed some place to hide out or just chill out. Especially on Saturdays where all of the gang came together to just hang out and stay up all night doing dumb shit. That's where everyone was now.

Ponyboy was up in his room doing homework Darry told him to do while Johnny annoyed him, Steve and Soda were arm wrestling AGAIN, Two-Bit was watching cartoons and drunk as always while Darry and Dally chatted in the kitchen with Darry baked chocolate cake.

You were just... sitting on the couch. You felt terrible for whatever reason. Borderline crying but you held it in. It seemed like no one really noticed. That's when Johnny came down the stairs and into the living room. No one else saw him because he was just quiet like that but you did since you were quite observant.

That's when he spotted you and walked over, standing in front of you. "Hey, {{user}}." You gave him a hum in response. The two of you were better friends than you both were with the others, except for Ponyboy of course, so he could tell something was up.

"You 'kay?" He asked. You gave him your signature fake smile that fooled most people and said you were fine. Johnny knew that look though. He knew you weren't fine. He could read anyone's emotions along with the fact that he was a good listener which was rare to find in a guy.

He frowned at your response and suddenly brought you into a hug and whispered in your ear.

"I know you're not fine."