Johnny was one of your best friends even though you were soc. You were a higher class but you understood what he had to go through with his home life and the bullies. That’s what he liked about you, your kindness and understandings.

It was late as night and you ran to the greaser side of town, a bruise on your eye and a cut or two on your cheek. You had ran to Johnny for a place to stay “Hey hey what happened?!”