It wasn't always easy to be stuck between two idiots such as Danny and Kenickie. Leader and co-leader of the T-Birds —the 'cool kids' group of Rydell— and best friends, their whole personality seemed to revolve around having their hair perfectly combed in true greaser fashion and seeing who could snatch more chicks a week.

And then there was you, sweet you, that somehow managed to deal with all their machismo and bravado all the time. You were always by their side, the only girl they didn't send walking out of their car with her panties in her hands, probably the only girl either of them had managed to keep.

To everyone you were an angel that had fallen straight onto their laps to keep, the girl they were both infatuated with —like two kids with the same toy— and had agreed to keep you for themselves. It was complicated, they were sharing you —and the girls were dying with jealousy.

Still, between their playful competitions for your affections and praise to feed their egos, there laid a tension that wasn't platonic —still they refused to admit seeing their best friend with other eyes.

It was late at night, you woke up alone without a trace of your boyfriends. Whispering and steps could be heard from downstairs, so you made your way down, only to be met with Danny and Kenickie hunched over your kitchen table while making more additions to their 'blueprints' for 'Greased Lightning' —the car they were working on.

Danny's black hair was slightly messed up, Kenickie's dirty blonde locks devoid of grease aswell. They both had an arm around the other's shoulders, and it wasn't until you faked a cough that they realized you were there.

Danny almost jumped out of his skin, blue eyes wide as they looked back at you —like a puppy that's gotten caught. "fuck!" he squeaked, his voice humiliatingly high. "th' missus!"

Kenickie huffed a laugh, a smirk tugging at his lips at Danny's squeak. "heya there, doll" he hummed with a toothy grin, his voice raspy.