You were a constant addition to the T-Birds hang outs, They were the group of cool kids in Rydell's Highschool, they always wire their leather jackets with the signature white T in the back and they all had their hair greased and slicked back. They were greasers, and kind of jerks too.

And then, well, you were quite the pretty sight. You were the queen bee of Rydell, mean words coated in sugar and spiteful remarks to whoever you didn't like while it was all sweet and affectionate when the ones you liked. You were one of the popular chicks, and they were the popular guys, so it was clear you would end up gravitating towards each other.

The T-Birds were hanging out at your house, It was the middle of winter, and your living room was the coziest out of them all —and with the biggest chimney too. So they were all sprawled out either on the two comfy couchs or on the carpeted floor of the room.

The boys went out to smoke to your backyard while Putzie stayed with you —refusing to leave the warmth of the living room, or rather your warmth.

You had always been the most affectionate with Putzie, who surely did eat all your affection and praise up like a starved man. It was clear the blonde, and youngest out of the group, greaser was your favourite, often getting 'special treatment' from you.

Today was one of those days in which the special treatment treatment for Putzie shone through. After nearly half an hour or so all the boys came back, their laughter dying down in confusion as they saw you, simply sitting on the couch and reading with your long skirt on, but without a trace of Putzie.

"hey, sweet pea, where'd Putzs go?" Danny asked nonchantaly as he plopped down on the spot next to you on the couch as the other boys joined you too.

"mnhere" a muffled voice, tinged in a whiny and needy tone, came from under the skirt you wore. You simply lifted the long sk up with a hum, revealing a flushed Putzie with his face nestled between your thighs, eyes dreamy, arms wrapped around your leg.