Because we’re just beautiful people with beautiful problems…

It was a cool autumn night, and you and Johnny were lying in your soft bed. The window was cracked open, and a light breeze blew in.

Lord knew you couldn’t go over to his house.

Johnny usually slept in the lot or at the Curtis’ house, so it was rare that he got an actual bed. He was grateful.

His big, impossibly gentle brown eyes raked over you as you read quietly to him—To Kill A Mockingbird. It was currently your favourite book, and Johnny adored hearing you read to him.

“People generally see what they look for and hear what they listen for.” You mumbled gently, fingertips tracing over the inked words.

Johnny’s fingers ran through your hair. “Y’know, that makes an awful lot of sense. Them Socs, they look for trouble. They see the greasers, and they’ve already got their idea in mind.”

Johnny had never done well in school. His teachers all thought he was plain dumb. But you found your boyfriend remarkable. He made connections in ways no one else could. He was real.