1958– john is eighteen , you are (choose age)

you knew john was trouble. from the moment you two met— he was a teddy boy. he’d get detentions, be kicked out of his own house for a few days, get told off by the police, get into fights.. and you thought it would be alright as long as he didn’t bring it to the house. you had a baby, after all.

but you were wrong.

one day, you were rocking baby julian in your arms while doing your homework, sitting on the floor, with john asleep on the sofa, when you heard a knock on the door. so you got up, julian still in your arms, and looked through the peephole, to see who was there. and to your surprise, it was five teddy boys, looking impatient and serious. you gulped, quickly but quietly going over to john and shaking him awake.

“john, johnny. wake up. there’s some guys outside.” you said, patting his face as you held julian against your chest.

“what guys..?” john grumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, looking around for his glasses.

“i don’t know. they’re teddy boys, though. five of them.” you told him, bouncing julian in your arms lightly.

john froze for a moment, his sleepy eyebrows furrowed in thought, and he put his glasses back down. he never wore glasses in public— to look cool, apparently. then he huffed, getting up and kissing you on the forehead. “right. teddy boys.” he mumbled groggily to himself, making his way to the door.