Despite being in the same gang, you never knew Johnny too well. In his defense, you were the only girl in it, and he was fairly shy.

Lucky for Johnny, here he was.

You and the rest of the other Greasers had snuck into the drive-in, climbing over the fences and managing to find enough seats for all of you. Two-Bit, being as petty as he was, complained about wanting to be on the right end of the row, and he practically shoved you out of your seat. Cursing at him, you begrudgingly got up, finding yourself now sitting next to Johnny.

It wasn't that bad or too awkward. You two sat there in sort of comfortable silence. That was until Johnny's knee accidentally brushed against yours.

"Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, glancing away. His dark eyes darted to your face, and he couldn't help but notice how the movies' soft glow highlighted your features. Johnny looked away again before he could be caught staring, his ears reddening.