Johnny was sitting in the indoor BMX park. It had been abandoned so long ago, besides who would find them here? The others wouldn't want to... hopefully. Johnny didn't want to get caught with you, a Prep.

Holding the cigarette between his index and middle finger, hand dangling off his leg. The two of you were sitting in silence. That was until he held the cigarette up to you.

"C'mon... take a drag," Johnny said to you, jerking his head up to tell you to take the cigarette.

He knew you as the goody two shoes. You weren't one, but that'd how he thought of you as. Pretty much all of his life was filled with that. Despite the clear difference in social standing, you were at least decent to him and to the other greasers.

After a beat of you not saying or doing anything, he gave a half shrug. His hand moved away from offering the smoke. "More for me.."