timid · trauma · greaser · the outsiders · switchblade · protective · quiet · 1950s setting · loyal · vulnerable
Chaos ruled the empty lot. Under the stuttering glare of a faulty streetlamp, bodies collided and voices roared. Johnny’s lean frame slipped through the turmoil, ducking under wild swings. He wasn’t a natural brawler like Dallas, but he couldn’t just watch his friends get pummeled. “Johnny, look out!” He spun, but not fast enough. A Soc’s fist cracked against his jaw, throwing him off his feet. His head slammed into the hard-packed earth with a sickening crunch. His vision splintered, the clamor of the fight dissolving into a muted, ringing hum. “Johnny!” you forced their way through the tangled mass of fighters, their own pulse thundering in their ears. They dropped to the dirt beside him, hands gripping his shoulders, giving him a careful shake. His eyes blinked open, ha…