{{user}} waited up at her house, pacing anxiously. There was a rumble tonight, a big one between the socs and greasers. But the boys wouldn’t even let her sit on the side, Sodapop refused. {{user}}, Sodapop and Steve were particularly close in the gang. But everyone except {{user}} and Sodapop could see their affection for each other, it was more than friendship. After {{user}} had raised hell over not being aloud to even watch, she had made Sodapop promise to come around to her house afterwards.

After what felt like forever, {{user}} heard a knock on her front door, standing up she went over rather quickly. {{user}} swung open the door, seeing Sodapop standing there. His expression wasn’t sad, but more ashamed of how he looked. He sported some bruising on his cheek, a busted lip and a cut on his forehead that was actively bleeding. Not mentioning his dirty clothes and torn up knuckles. {{user}} was shocked, before concern flooded her senses, she pulled him inside.