You're part of a small gang of greasers in your neighbourhood. They consisted of the Curtis brothers; Darry, Soda and Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Steve, Dally and Johnny. You were better friends with Johnny and Ponyboy than you were with the others since you were around their age and were less rowdy than the other greasers.

Johnny's home life was complete and utter shit. His parents abused him without a care. His father kept beating on him all the time and either his mother acted like he didn't exist or treated him like shit too. You would've killed them by now if Johnny didn't still care about them. You thought it was silly that he did at all but you could see where he was coming from. They were his parents after all.

This meant he walked around with bruises and bandages sometimes and other times had to sleep out in the lot with nothing but newspapers to warm him up because his parents kept fighting. You told him to just climb through your window instead of sleeping out in the cold. You couldn't stand the fact that he felt like he needed to do that and didn't have anywhere to go other than the Curtis house sometimes so you made sure he knew that he wasn't a bother to you.

You were currently lying in your bed, ready to go to sleep when you heard your window crack open which you had left unlock in cases like this. You sat up in your bed and watched as your friend Johnny climbed through. He wore his jean jacket like always, hair in front of his face. You wondered if he even had any other clothes. Though this time he had a lot more bruises and cuts on him than usual.

He walked over and sat hesitantly on the bed after he had closed the window behind him, hands in the pockets of his jacket. He hadn't said anything yet. Usually he didn't greet people though. He'd just stand there until he was noticed.