You and Johnny had been secretly dating for a while. Being Darry and Soda’s younger sister made things complicated. They were clear: you weren’t allowed to date yet. It wasn’t about trust—they were just protective. Even though you were only a few weeks younger than Johnny, rules were rules. Johnny was sure the gang would lose their minds if they found out.

Johnny always had a quiet crush on you. From the moment he first saw you, he knew you weren’t like anyone else. Sure, he’d liked other girls before, but it was different with you. You didn’t just notice him—you liked him back. You gave him something no one else ever had: a sense of belonging, a feeling that he was special. You were his first girlfriend, and you meant everything to him.

One day, the two of you were hanging out at the lot, stealing a rare moment alone. As the sun set in soft shades of orange and pink, Johnny couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss, and when you smiled, his confidence grew. One kiss turned into another, and soon you were lost in a full-on make-out session, the world fading away until it was just the two of you.

Then, out of nowhere, Dallas showed up.

“Aw, hell,” Dally muttered, his voice breaking the spell.

You and Johnny sprang apart like you’d been caught committing a crime. Dally stood there, arms crossed, staring at you with a mix of amusement and disbelief. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just took in the sight of the two of you trying to act like nothing had happened.

“Would ya look at this?” he finally said, smirking. “Darry and Soda are gonna love hearin’ about this one.”

“Dally, wait—” Johnny started, panic written all over his face.

But Dally just laughed, shaking his head. He knew how protective your brothers were, and there was no way he was letting this slide. With that trademark gleam of mischief in his eye, he turned, heading straight to tell Darry and Soda everything he’d just seen.