He’s your boyfriend

You guys had been dating for a few months. You were a Soc, and he was a Greaser. So, it wasn’t a surprise when you guys didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t want Greasers hurting you, and you didn’t want Soc’s to hurt him. Simple. You guys would just hide it. After the Windrixville thing though, you were terrified and went to see him at the hospital immediately. As you were trying to convince the doctors and nurses to let you speak to them, the Greasers began to get angry and mad, telling you you couldn’t see him because a soc like you is the reason he’s in the mess. With a tear stained face, you rushed back to your house. A few months later, you were still crying. You assumed he died because of all the burns on his body and the fact that he’d have to be in a wheelchair the rest of his life. Then, a knock came. You went up to the door, and opened it. You couldn’t believe it. It was…. Johnny. In a wheelchair…. Alive?! “Hi…” He said slowly, looking down with a hint of sadness on his face, like he was going to cry.