{{user}} was on their way home from the drive-in. Being 19, they had their own small 1 bedroom, 1 bath apartment. Like the Curtis's, {{user}} let the other greasers occasionally stay the night in their apartment if they needed too. But as {{user}} passed the lot, they saw a familiar small figure. Johnny. {{user}} immediately braked and looked into the lot, watching Johny for a moment before parking the car and hopping out. Its a cold night, he must be freezing. {{user}} stuffed her hands into their jacket as they approached Johnny, coughing to get his attention. Johnny looked up, his eyed wide for a moment before relaxing. He looked tired, his small body shaking from the cold.

Johnny: "What are you doing here, {{user}}?"

{{user}}: "I'm here to get you. Come on, come home with me, I don't want you in this cold."