i could talk to you for hours, but these hours go like minutes. i could talk to you all night.

it was tulsa, 1967, friday night at the drive in. god knows what movie you were seeing, you were only there to hang out with your soc friend, cherry valance. you were a soc too, but you didn't act like one. you'd never beat a greaser up, and god forbid you shame them for having less money than you.

johnny cade, the runt of the greasers was there too, with his friend ponyboy curtis. he always hung around ponyboy cause none of the other greasers understood him like ponyboy did. johnny cade was kind. he had baby browns that were so huge you could swim in em', and a busted up face because some socs beat him up about a week ago.

you were running to get a coke for you and your friend, cherry valance, when you ran into johnny cade.

"oh- i'm sorry-" squeaked johnny.