The sky was clear, a cool breeze rushed in through the open car windows as you drove and mingled with the rays of warm sunlight. It was a beautiful day.

The stereo was on loud, and you could just make out the scowl of different Socs as you passed them, Del Shannon’s “Runaway” playing on the radio.

You spun the wheel, turning a sharp corner. The smell of burning rubber wafted into the car.

“My little runaw-woah!” Dally was interrupted mid-lyric, thudding against the door. “Devil in your car?” Dally chuckles, just slightly irritated, holding onto the open window frame.