(based on The Outsiders Musical character ‘Brill’)

Sitting in your room late one night, you just couldn’t rest. It was the night of the big rumble, and none of the guys would let you or the girls come, saying it was no place for you.

So, you laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling, an unread magazine beside you, your hair done up in curlers. You sighed, anxiety eating you away.

When a tap sounded at your window, you sat up. You’d know that green shirt anywhere. “Brill!” you exclaimed, and leapt towards the window, sliding it open. He was soaked from the rain and a little bloody, but he was alive.