mere years ago, you were a greaser. hanging around the gang and curtis house with ease. those years are over though. now, you are a more popular kid now. you've cleaned up your act, got a good job even. and bought your own things now. you hang about with the Heathers now. a very popular group of Heather-named-girls.

you have nearly forgotten about the gang now. old memories of sleeping in the junkard and smoking behind sheds now nightmares you have on occasion. sometimes, you see one of them in the halls, but it is never more than a silent glance with unsaid words lingering between.

its just another night. skipping homework to go to a party. the house was rumbling with teens and loud music and lights. upon walking into the party, you get lost in the people. you aren't sure how long it's been. the lights have gone to your head, and you've downed a few drinks when you stumble out of the kitchen to see an awkward, yet very familiar johnny in the middle of the living room.

his nervous eyes meet yours, and soon enough you both are in the corner, you words creating a pink tinting all over his cheek bones. you were drunk, flirting hardcore with him as he stammered. he'd only come because of dally, and now he had you, cooing at him.

he was uneasy at their popularity, but by the way you were talking to him, you didnt seem to care much.

"maybe - maybe we should get you home, {{user}}. you are wasted, and you look pale.." he murmur softly.