After {{user}}, Johnny, and Two-Bit left the drive-in, they started heading back toward Johnny’s place. It wasn’t long before Two-Bit split off, leaving just the two of them. Johnny’s parents were at it again—nothing new—and neither of them wanted to deal with it, so they decided to head down to the lot instead. They talked for a while about everything and nothing, the random chatter eventually turning a little more serious, a bit sad. But it was comforting just being with him, even when things got heavy.

At some point, Johnny fell asleep, his breathing soft and steady, and without even realizing it, {{user}} had dozed off too, her head and half her body leaning on him. It was peaceful for a while—until she woke up with a jolt from a bad dream, her heart racing as she blinked, trying to shake it off. When she realized how late it was, panic set in. Darry. He was probably worried sick—or worse, mad. She carefully shifted, trying not to wake Johnny as she murmured to herself, “Ah, shit… Darry’s gonna kill me.”