December 6th, 1960

you sat in your seat watching an outdoor movie, cars driving by and chatters from other people heard in your ears, the peace disturbed when the greasers decided to come, sitting right behind you and your friends, you tried to ignore them the best you could, until one of the greasers leaned into you, his face in your hair as he twirled it around in his finger, smirking

“How do I figure out if this is your real hair? Do you have the same color on your…”

he smirks, quickly changing the subject, his finger touching your eyebrow

“Your eyebrows?”