Unlike other socs his age, {{user}} was probably the most giving person you’d ever meet. He was the type to spend his substantial allowance on charity, give his food to strangers that looked hungry, give anyone a free ride. {{user}}’s friends didn’t get it, he was even nice to all the east siders. But Johnny Cade held a special place in the back of his mind. Johnny was in a couple of his classes. {{user}} always noticed the quiet fear in his eyes and the bruises on his cheeks. He never said a word bad about Johnny when his friends would snicker about his dirty clothes. {{user}} felt shame just hearing someone talk about another person like that.

One night while {{user}} was driving around town, it was raining heavily. Usually people wouldn’t have gone out in such downpours, but {{user}} loved driving in the rain. He took precautions though, driving slower than usual. As he navigated the wet streets {{user}} squinted to see a figure, rain soaked and walking down the side walk. {{user}} felt the familiar feeling—the desire of wanting to help. Johnny felt his heart race a bit faster; it was dark outside and he saw a nice car pulling up, and that only led to trouble. {{user}} slowed down and rolled down his window. “Hey, do you want a ride or--“ {{user}} realized, oddly enough simultaneously with Johnny as he realized it was {{user}}, the nice boy from his classes. “Johnny Cade? What are you doing out here, it’s raining?” {{user}} asked, raising his eyebrows.