How You Met Him

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Danny

It was about 10 o'clock at night on a Friday night, and you were walking home from the drive in. You suddenly then hear a faint little cry and turn around to see a young man with jet black hair, a leather jacket, and bluejeans. You slowly tip toe up to him and them got down on both knees to examine him. He was a cutie.
"What's the matter?" You asked the lonely teenager. He wiped up his tears and faced his blue eyes on you. His hair was a mess, and you can hardly notice that he had sideburns it was so messy.
"It's my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend. She cheated on me and is in love with a jock named Tom. I just found out today at the drive in," he whispered faintly. All you could do is just sit there next to him. You have never dated anyone before, but by the sounds of it, cheating on someone must be devastating.
"I'm sorry," you said as you began to play with your saddle shoe laces.
"No need to apologize. And I didn't get a hold of your name. What is it?" He asked you as the tears stopped. You smiled a nice perfect smile at him.
"Y/N."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Danny Zuko. How about I walk you home?" You grinned and allowed him to walk you home.

Kenickie

You were fighting with some of the Scorpions behind the school bleachers.They claimed that you stole a ring from them, but in reality you didn't. You noticed one had on a switchblade on him and a gun. As much as scared as you were, you tried to keep your cool.
"Guys, I told you, I didn't steal no ring," you said to them with anger in your words. The one with the switchblade then pinned you to the ground. You tried to squirm to get free, but suddenly you feel a sharp pain in you cheek. A older Scorpion, who had on jeans and a Mickey Mouse shirt took a piece of paper from his pocket and jammed it in your mouth.
"Thats what ya get girl!" He said as suddenly he and the others began to run away. You stayed still, taking in all the events that just happened. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming in the distance and you began to shake. From the corner of your eye, you see a dirty blond haired figure.
"What was that ruckus?" He questioned. With tears now flowing down your face as well as blood, you began to tell this person the whole story with the run in with the Scorpions. The boy then picks you up and begins to carry you. You can smell cologne and smoke on his t-shirt.
"It's okay now, I won't hurt you. I'll take you to my house and get that cut on your cheek fixed up. The name's Kenickie," he whispered as he can tell you had fear in your eyes.
"My names Y/N." All of a sudden, you fall asleep in his arms.

Putzie

It was the first day of school of your senior year, and you just moved from (where you live). You didn't want to move as you left all your old friends behind. California was different to you.
You sat in the office waiting for your schedule when suddenly a blond haired greaser walks into the office. He looks confused, but finally speaks.
      "Ah Y/N?" He asks. You stand up and ran your hands through your H/C hair.
      "Hi!" You said, almost yelling. He turns around you and winks at you. You couldn't stop looking at his black leather jacket that has the words "'T' Birds" on the back of it.
      "Oh, hey. I'm Rogers, but everyone calls me Putzie. I'm going to give ya a tour around Rydell." He holds his hand in front of you and you gladly take it. The rest of your day was spending it with Putzie and his gang.

Doody

      You were absolutely angry at your parents for arguing about you. They always beat you up and you usually run to the beach a lot. In fact, you sleep there many times a week. The beach quickly became your home.
      One day, you were sleeping on the softish sand tossing and turning. All if a sudden you hear a voice mumbling above you. Slowly, you open your eyes to see a curly, black haired boy that looked about 17 staring at you. You rose up and sat in criss crossed position.
      "What are ya doing here?" You questioned him. You have seen him in school and liked him for a while now, but you never found out his name.
      "My friend Kenickie ditched me for his girlfriend Rizzo. So I just came here. You?"
       "It's just....... nothing. I don't like to talk about it," your voice drifted off as you tried not to think of your abusive parents. They didn't care where the heck you were.
      "Well, I can listen if you want. I don't have the best life either. My ma died when I was ten and my father has been drunk ever since then. I usually have to defend for myself thousands of times," he said as you started to cry. He hugged you and began rocking you back and forth. You flooded out all the events about your parents hitting and hating you. The boy suddenly frowns.
      "I'll sleep out here with ya. Look up at the stars. I'm Doody. My mother gave me a pretty original name," Doody said. All of a sudden, you began to shake from the coldness and Doody wrapped his leather jacket around you. You close your eyes and hear crickets chirp from a distance.
      "Thanks, Doody. I'm Y/N."
       "That's a pretty name for a girl like you," he says softly as all you could do is blush.

Sonny

       You are known for your smartness across the school. So when a teacher asks you to help a student with a subject, you quickly jump into the opportunity to help. This time Ms. McGee asked you to help out a boy named Sonny with science. The meeting was to take place after school in the library to discuss the subject.
After study hall, you quickly packed your F/C backpack and walked into the library. Nobody was there but the school librarian, Ms. Peach.
"Hey there, Y/N!" she yells across the library to you, since you guys had a tight bond since freshman year. You say hi back and then begin to read Gone With The Wind at one of the library tables. About five minutes later, a boy who had brown eyes and extremely curly blackish- chocolate brownish hair walks into the room and quickly sits across from you.
"You must be Y/N. I'm Sonny LaTierri. Now lets get started. I don't know what the difference between tension and compression is!" He said in a high pitched voice as you just laughed. Little did you know that you were gonna like him.

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