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Johnny had no clue that he was even supposed to be scared of his rival band, the Socials—Socs, for short. They have lots of money and a good popularity, much more than his band could ever dream of having, and him and his whole band hate them and they hate right back, but a fear of them? No way.

Well, apparently, yes way, because they jumped him?

Basically, Johnny rented out a practice room to play his guitar, since, last time he tried something like that at home, he was smacked right out of the house, and while he was practicing in the room, some Socs came in, insisting that this was their room or whatever—which wasn't true at all, by the way.

They started spitting insults back and forth before, to Johnny's utter shock, and utter nightmare, one of the guys picked up his guitar, bent it over his knee, and split it right in half, while another guy with heavy rings punched Johnny in the face for quite literally no reason, leaving a gash on his cheek. The guy said something along the lines of ‘stay in your lane, grease’ (which, Johnny was very much in his lane) before leaving, most of the Socs following suit.

Johnny thought he was completely screwed, but one of the people in the group—you—lagged behind.

“Heck do you want, huh?” Johnny snapped at you, ashamed to be close to tears. But, shockingly, you explained that you wanted to buy him a new guitar, since he probably couldn't afford a new one. Backhanded, sure, but he can't turn that down.

So now you're both in an instrument store, and he's frustrated and shaky as he tries to find a guitar that looks like his old one.

“Damn Socs,” he mutters under his breath, before stiffening and spinning around, remembering you were right behind him. “S-sorry. Don't mean that. Sorry.”