𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Look who's graced me with his presence," you sighed, a small smirk playing on your lips as Dally hopped the hand-rail to the Nightly Double, obviously not paying.

"How ya doin', Nails?" he smiled, sitting down in the empty aisle seat next to you.

"Peachy...'til you got here," you teased, "Slide me a cancer stick."

He sighed, rummaging in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a single one, handing it to you, "You better smoke it good, that's my last."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on," you rolled your eyes, kicking up your feet and whipping out your bright, red lighter.

A gift Johnny gave you for your thirteenth birthday.

You placed the cigarette in your mouth, checking out the scar on your lip through the reflection of the trigger.

It had been two months since you got jumped by the Socs, your encounter leaving you with a faint scar on the right side of your lip, stretching from right under your nose to right under the curve of your bottom lip.

And, unsurprisingly, things between the Socs and the Greasers had gone tremendously bad.

There was a fight nearly every other day, and despite the No Jazz rule you and Darry had tried to put into effect, the Socs were just making it too hard to keep a cool head.

Fightin' words, slashing tires, jumping.

It really made you wonder who were the real hoods.

"Hey, (y/n/n)," Johnny greeted, walking up to the rail and hopping over it just like Dally did a minute ago.

You quietly gasped and dropped your lighter, nearly inhaling your cig and setting yourself on fire in the process.

You squeaked and scrambled to pick it up, Dal letting out an obnoxious laugh as Johnny quickly rushed over to you, patting you on the back to clear up your coughing fit.

"You alright?! What happened?" he asked, concerned as he took his seat next to you.

You sat up, turning to Dally and shooting him a sharp glare, him returning it with his very punchable smirk.

"Sorry, Johnnycake. You just startled me is all," you cleared your throat, rummaging in your pocket and grabbing some change.

"S'all right if you could go to the stand and get me some water?"

"Sure," he nodded, taking the money and standing up, walking over to the concession stand to wait in line.

Once you were sure he was out of earshot, you let Dally have it.

"Bastard! What the hell?! You didn't tell me Johnny was coming!" you whisper-yelled, smacking the man in the arm.

"Cool it, would ya? You two need this," he scoffed, your attacks not even phasing him.