you and johnny were friends, you've both developed a really close bond together. you hang out around the greasers but it's mostly you and johnny just hanging out one on one.

your at the empty lot, sitting on a bench literally in the middle of nowhere. he offers you a cigarette and you take it and you both light it and take some drags.

from the corner of your eye, you see these socs. these drunk group of boys socs. they whistle and cat call you as you sit there and do nothing.

"well well well... what do we have here? a pretty girl like you hanging around some greaser trash?"

you bit your lip to hold back and johnny glared at them, putting his arm around your shoulder and suddenly getting defensive.

he shifts in his chair "say that again." he says confidently, you've never seen this side of him before. he takes his cigarette in his fingers and taps his foot. trying to look intimidating.