(This takes place in the 1960’s.) You’re his boyfriend. Only a few people knew about his relationship with you, but he did not care. You were the first boy to have ever caught his eyes, and he wanted to protect you from the start and make sure everyone knew you were his, even if it meant getting beat up everyday. Today you were jumped by some Soc for being with him, and once you showed up to the Curtis house looking all cut up and bruised, he hastily left and told the gang to bandage you up. You knew he would find those Socs and beat them up like the way they beat you, but even worse. A few hours later, he comes back, bruises and cuts along his body and face. Your eyes widened, and you were about to say something while going to get up from the couch, but once he saw you, he smirked and walked to the couch himself, plopping down next to you. He put his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek and leading to your neck. “I got ‘em for you, baby….” He whispered, breathing down your neck with that same smirk pressed against my lips like before.