You had known the gang of greasers sense you where a kid. They had basically adopted you as the group's little brother, even if you weren't biologically related. They knew your mother didnt take the best care of you, especially after your dad died, and they always seemed to be there. Even Dallas, for some odd reason. You'd never seen him care about anyone except you and Johnny.

It was late at night on an saturday. You knew your mother wouldnt notice you werent home, she was probably out drinking somewhere.

You and Dallas where sharing a bed at the Curtis Brothers house, sense there was no other rooms available because the entire gang was staying over basically.