Johnny wasn’t too fond of Socs since that incident with Bob, but he found himself getting friendly with one. The Soc invited him out for a walk, and Johnny didn't wanna refuse, but the gang was on his case about it. The sun beamed down as they strolled, the distant sound of engines revving. Johnny hung back from the rowdy greasers, who were busy shoving and horsing around. Honestly, he was nervous, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his worn denim jeans as he figured out what he’d say.