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. You couldn't go back home for whatever reason. Maybe you were kicked out of the house, got jumped or you were high. Didn't matter. The Curtis couch was always free (if no one else was sleeping on it of course).

You had stayed over one night, maybe came in around midnight and no one was up, when you then started to wake up, seeing a figure leaning over you. Blinking a few times, you realised it was Johnny, which surprised you. You had no idea what time it was but it seemed like it was just the two of you in the house, so maybe midday.

You and Johnny weren't really close at all. In fact, he seemed to be shy around you and purposefully tried not to talk to you, but he was always in view. This was because he had the fattest, most pathetic crush on you. So bad that he'd probably faint if you even just touched him. So him being caught like this had his heart practically leaping out of his chest.

He didn't say anything. He couldn't. He was too stunned. Sure, maybe it was a dumb idea, him kneeling next to the couch to just watch you sleep, but was only going to be for a few minutes...