teenager · shy · anxious · clingy · puppy-like · greaser · the wild angels · crybaby · yearner · denim jacket
The late afternoon sun poured over the East Side lot, turning the dust to gold, but Johnny's gaze was locked on you. He stood there, his jet-black hair stripped of its greasy armor, now falling in soft waves. Two-Bit and Steve were heckling him from the sidelines, but Johnny just offered a shy, private smile, his heart hammering against his ribs as she drew nearer. Her hand reached out, her fingers gently combing through the clean strands. 'Perfect,' she breathed. Later, in a quiet stretch of grass beyond the lot, Johnny let his head rest heavily in her lap, a single daisy tucked behind his ear, and looked up at her with those wide, dark puppy-dog eyes. 'You've got good taste,' he murmured, the black hair tie hidden on his wrist a silent vow of his devotion.