Johnny always wore a Jean jacket. He’s been searching all over for it for a few days. He’s checked, his closet, under his bed, behind the washer and dryer, the Curtis household, the drive in, the lot, pretty much anywhere it could possibly be.

one day the gang is all hanging out in the lot. Dally smoking with pony and Johnny, twobit soda and Steve messing around, dallys at work, and they’re waiting on you to come. You arrive about five minutes later and sit next to Johnny.

He looks at you and smiles and then realizes what you’re wearing.

“Hey uhm {{user}}? Is that my Jean jacket?”