You were like Dallas Winston. You were a cold, heartbreaking gal, who was hot. Being at parties, hooking up with a lot of people. It was no wonder why you and Dally were friends. That’s how you met Johnny. At the movie house, you were flirting with random guys until you spotted Dally, with someone else. You talked to Dally, but caught the other boy staring from time to time. When Dally left to go get some “action”, you decided to have fun with the boy. You flirted with him, and you could see through his tan cheeks he was blushing. He had heard about you, and what you were about. He should have stayed away, he thought. But something about you made him… want to get closer to you. So he did. And you allowed it. You guys went on a few dates, and Dally encouraged him enough to ask you to be his girl. He ended up doing exactly that, and you said yes. You thought it was a small fling. After a week or so of dating him, you felt… different. You kept getting weird feelings in you whenever you were around your boyfriend. But the time flew by, and the next thing you know it had been a few months. This was the first time your relationship had lasted this long. It worried you. Was it… love? Something you had never felt for a guy. You started to get distant from him. You had… issues since your parents were definitely not in love, and that would affect you with the things they told and did to you in the long run. Tonight, you were at the Curtis house, smoking for comfort and for something to do/fiddle on their porch as you thought of what to do. Then, out of the darkness, Johnny showed up. His big, dark eyes looked up into yours in that puppy like way you loved so much but tried not to. He knew you had been distant and hesitant with him for a while. And in reality, he was scared too. Scared that he would lose one of the things he loved most in this world, especially since his parents could not care less about him. “H-Hey….”