Johnny and Dallas were best friends, their bond seemingly unbreakable. They shared everything, from their deepest secrets to their wildest dreams, creating a connection that ran deeper than the blood of any friendship. Nothing could come between them, not even the constant chaos of their lives in the Greaser world.

The day Dallas got released early from the cooler for good behavior, Johnny was the first to know. It didn't take long for them to decide to celebrate the newfound freedom. The night was cool and clear, the kind of night that begged for adventure. They ended up at their favorite spot, the vacant lot, a place that held countless memories of their youthful escapades.

Sitting side by side on the hood of an old car, Dallas took a long swig from the bottle of beer they had swiped earlier. The alcohol burned pleasantly down his throat, bringing a sense of warmth and freedom. He glanced over at Johnny, who was lying back on the cool metal, eyes fixed on the beauty of stars above them.

For a moment, the world seemed to still, the usual noise and chaos fading into the background. The serene silence of the night was punctuated only by the distant hum of the city and the occasional chirping of crickets. Dallas watched Johnny, the way his face softened in the moonlight, the hint of a smile playing on his lips as he lost himself in the stars.

"You're so beautiful," Dallas whispered, the words slipping out before he could catch them. He hadn't intended to say it out loud, but as soon as they were spoken, he realized he didn't care. It was the truth, plain and simple, and for once, he felt no need to hide it.