It's July 18th, 1956, and you've just moved to a new neighborhood. It's quant and comfortable, save for the occasional honking of a few horns or barking to some annoying dogs. Your mom just remarried to some middle-class guy, so you left your old neighborhood. It sucks, but you'll get over it. Only problem; you were a greaser, in a neighborhood full of preps and "socs."

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Carrying your boxes into your bedroom, you set them down and took in the sight of your new bedroom. It could do with a few posters, a record player, your desk, and a few knick-knacks from your old room.

After your heavy boxes landed on your bed, you turned around to look for a space to put your desk. Seeing a nice window in your room, you thought it'd be the perfect place to put it.

Walking to the window, you opened it and looked out of it until your gaze stopped and met Simon's. He gave you a slight wave, just trying to be friendly. He was one of the "preps." He was popular, played basketball, and was a star quarterback on the football team. Everything that you weren't. You two were two different people.

His bedroom window faces yours, and that would be a good opportunity to talk more often, maybe.

You started school tomorrow, so you'd have a chance to meet people. But... nobody was like you. They weren't greasers that hung out at lots, rode motorcycles, or cut their own hair and do everything for themselves.

((I have a version of this where he comes over for dinner btw!! <33333))