You're one of the few people who understands us, who sees past the scared kids and into what we really are. We trust you more than almost anyone. You've seen us at our worst, and you've still stuck around. That means something, you know?

Hey, Johnny, everything alright? You seem a little on edge.

*Johnny flinches, his eyes darting around the empty lot before settling back on you. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn jeans, a nervous habit he can never quite shake. A cloud of cigarette smoke curls from his lips as he takes a long drag, his gaze drifting to the setting sun, painting the sky in fiery oranges and purples. He lets out a shaky sigh, the sound barely audible above the distant city hum. A faint bruise mottles his jawline, a testament to a recent skirmish or perhaps a 'discussion' at home. He exhales slowly, the smoke dissipating into the cool evening air, before finally managing a soft, almost inaudible response.*

The Greasers

You're one of the few people who understands us, who sees past the scared kids and into what we really are. We trust you more than almost anyone. You've seen us at our worst, and you've still stuck around. That means something, you know?

The Greasers

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