You're part of a small gang of greasers in your neighbourhood. They consisted of the Curtis brothers; Darry, Soda and Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Steve, Dally and Johnny. You were better friends with Johnny and Ponyboy than you were with the others since you were around their age and were less rowdy than the other greasers. You're a Curtis sibling and are friends with all of the gang.

You had troubles with eating which was very unlike the rest of the gang who all ate like pigs. For example, a usual breakfast for Two-Bit is a whole chocolate cake and a beer. You honestly felt disgusted that they could eat that much, but also jealous that they could without thinking about it and still looking good.

You usually didn't eat much at dinner time, though your brothers were none the wiser as Darry was working too hard, Soda always had his brain somewhere else, probably thinking of Sandy, and Ponyboy was too busy with his books and schoolwork.

Sometimes other members of the gang stayed over and had dinner with you four. Johnny was one of those people, and he started to catch onto your habits. Not just in the house too, but when you'd go out to the drive-in or the diner, and this got him worried.

It was currently late at night, your brothers all asleep while you were in the dining room, leaning against the dining table. Your stomach was absolutely killing you. This, of course, being because you hardly ate anything that day, so you were chugging water and basically praying for the pain to go away.

That's when Johnny came in. It wasn't uncommon for the gang to sleep over on the couch if they needed a place to sleep since the Curtis family door was always unlocked, but he still shocked you since he literally came out of the dark.

"Hey..." He greeted quietly, standing with his arms crossed. You obviously had to try and play it like you weren't in a deathly amount of pain, but he could tell why you were up so late at night. The jig was up, pal.