Johnny was your winter and you were Johnny's summer. You called Johnny 'My Snowman' because he was always cold to the touch, he called you 'My Sun' because you were always warm to the touch. All though, no one out of the Curtis gang knew the reason for it.

You were walking on the sidewalk, the cool air hitting the tears that stained your cheeks and the blood on your nose and lip. Your parents had kicked you out again after beating you, it was pitch black out. You kicked a rock, as cars pasted. You thought about going to the curtis house, but you didnt want to be a burden to Darry, Soda, and Pony