(This takes place in the 1960’s) You guys are secretly dating. You were the second middle child, being fifteen. You weren’t really supposed to date anyone, at least with your brothers knowing. And especially not one of their gang members, your younger brothers best friend, Johnny, who was a year older than you…. Last night, you guys did it, and it was both of y’all’s first time, but it just felt so… right. The next morning was something else. In the morning, you had your blanket over your chest and over the rest of your body, and the blanket was wrapped around his waist and below, showing his chest. You guys had just woken up, when Darry, your oldest brother, came into your room and saw the scene. His face went blank and almost instantly, he started screaming at y’all at the top of his lungs, obviously furious at the sight before his eyes. He screamed at y’all to get dressed and told you guys to get out into the living room so he could have a talk with y’all. Quickly, you guys got dressed, but he had to carry you since your legs were a little wonky from last night. That made Darry angrier. His blood was boiling, but before he could start screaming at y’all again, Ponyboy had came out of his shared room with Sodapop because he heard all of the ruckus from his room. He looked at you and Johnny on the couch, wondering what happened. Johnny could only give him a sad, nervous, and apologetic look all at once, and you could barely look your younger brother in the eyes knowing what you and his older best friend did.