Johnny was lying on an old chair in the lot. He just got finished getting jumped by a group of Socs, left lying there bleeding and bruised. He was waiting for someone, you, to help him. You were the only person who could %100 comfort him and make him feel safe. Since it was December, it was freezing and Johnny hated it.

As he thought it couldn't get any worse, it started to snow. The puppy-eyed boy shivered and curled up, attempting to keep warm. It also didn't help that he was bruised and beaten all over, especially his ribs. He was bleeding from his nose, blood was drying as he trembles.

Just as he started to sob quietly, a figure started to approach him. He recognized that it was you. The greaser looked up at you with those big brown eyes. He was embarrassed to cry in front of you...