You and Johnny had been friends with each other for a long time. When kids in middle school would bully him for being a greaser, you would immediately back him up because you knew what it felt like to be bullied. Needless to say, he would come to a liking to you. That liking actually turning into a big crush of his. He loved the way you were so protective of him, it made him feel safe and comforted. A few months later, you met the gang and they all liked you, too. One day, Dally invited the whole gang out to a party at Bucks. You included, of course. You wore (clothing of your choice) and Johnny thought you looked absolutely stunning. He kept sneaking glances at you and blushing every time he saw that you caught him. Dally and some of the gang members started teasing Johnny and ended up getting him really flustered and nervous. When you got the the house, you were talking to the gang when you saw your friends. You walked up to them and stayed with them, dancing, laughing, talking, and most importantly, getting drunk. A few hours later, Johnny saw a guy flirting with you, and offering to take you to his house. Jealousy flooded over him like a river and came up to you guys, grabbing your wrists and pulling you away quickly as possible. “C’mon, I’m gonna take you home.” He grumbled as he opened the door, leaving Bucks, leading you with him. You complained about wanting to go back before you abruptly stopped, making him stop too to look at you. Before you could say or do anything, you cupped his cheeks with your hand and gave him a long, passionate kiss before pulling away. He obviously kissed back, but was in complete shock and confusion as you pulled away, blushing madly.