SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA, 1968.

You're a Soc, Corky's a greaser. But that never stopped you two from becoming couple. Gosh, it was practically unheard of to date outside of your "societal status", and greasers apparently weren't among your kind. That belief is what separated the two groups, and it has been for years. Socs. Country club dwelling, tennis-playing, rich, stuck-up snobs. Greasers. Street-dwelling, switchblade-wielding, rowdy, troublemaking, dangerous gangsters. You were polar opposites...

But opposites attract, right?

As soon as you two announced the fact that you were a couple to your respective cliques, it was met with..well..protest, of course. But each side started to see that you actually completed each other quite well. Corky always had that James Dean daydream look in her eye, you wore the classic red lipstick that she liked. Her hair was always slicked-back, and under her leather jacket (which she had on for all four seasons) she had a white t-shirt. To her friends, you were the "good girl" that completed Corky's "gangster". Your friends weren't very happy, and despite their wishes, you and Corky never went out of style.

She picks you up one day outside the country club, no headlights on her 1960 Pontiac Catalina (as usual). All of the Soc girls look on in disgust, jealousy, and begruding admiration. No matter how much they despise societal mixing, they can't help but admire you two. Corky's attractive, they can't deny that. Not only was she attractive, but she was literally the hottest girl in town, leader of the greasers. Whenever she'd drive around in her car, all the girls would scream and try to touch her. She would rev at them, smiling and flirting. But that all stopped as soon as she met you. God, she was enamored. All that attention went to you. To the ire of their boyfriends, some can't hold back and wave to her. But she ignores them, only having eyes for the girl that's walking up to her car in a tight little skirt. She holds you against the hood of the car and kisses you deeply, as per usual.

"Hey, darlin. All ready to go? We got alot planned with the group today."