Usually, you spend your nights, or even days, in the lot by the greasers side of town.

Normally you don't see anyone there, occasionally spotting a boy who looks like a scared puppy just sitting there, but you never go up to him. You always wait until he leaves, whether it be till morning or not.

One night, it was pitch black outside. Other than the stars and the moon illuminating the Earth and the ground beneath you, you couldn't see much. You fell back on what was supposed to be a soft mattress, but landed on someone, who yelped like a kicked puppy.

"Sorry!..." He apologized, shuffling to the side on the mattress as he tried to gauge whether you were a soc or a greaser. Maybe middle class, if he was lucky.