Tonight was going to be one to remember.
It was your first time back in town after a month, and while it may not have been the best idea, you wanted to spend it with Dallas Winston.
You smoothed out your little black dress with your fingers nervously. The gang has never seen you dressed up before. Curly hair, a dress, makeup. It was always leather jackets and worn out jeans with you.
You opened the bathroom door and stepped out. All of the boys gathered in the living room of the Curtis house, awaiting your big reveal.
Your high heels clicked against the floor tile, each echoing sound quieting the rowdy boys.
“Woah! Look at Y/N,” Steve shouted once you arrived in the light.
You blushed with a light smile.
“Guys, she has legs!”
“Nice legs too.”
“What a knockout!”
“Y/N, you look like a model.”
Nearly all the boys complimented you to your liking. Johnny, however, looked you up and down with wide eyes. That could have been a good or bad thing, but it gave you a feeling you liked.
“Y/N, Johnny’s comin’ to Buck’s with us, ya cool?” Dally asked you.
You smiled and walked over to Johnny.
“Yay! Johnnycakes!” You said as you ruffled a hand through his greasy hair.
Johnny giggled and grabbed your hands.
“Hey now, we ain’t suppose to do that, remember?” Johnny spoke with a smile.
“But I like your hair, it’s soft besides all that grease!” You pouted at your friend.
“Hey lovebirds, time to go!” Dally called out.
You rolled your eyes sarcastically at his little joke.
It was nothing new, everyone in the neighborhood practically shipped you and Johnny, even though you both were only friends. You happened to be the only girl that could get him to talk no matter what.
“By the way,” a voice whispered warmly into your ear, “You look really beautiful.”
You looked into Johnny’s big dark eyes with pure admiration.
He made your heart skip too many beats.
“Thank you cutie,” you charmed back.
As soon as the three of you arrived at Buck’s, it was only a matter of seconds before you got separated from Dally and Johnny.
Looking for them in a crowd this big was nearly impossible, so you just sat at the bar.
“Wanna drink hot lady?” The much older bartender asked you.
The smirk on his face was enough to send chills up your spine.
You instantly got up and fled from the bar. All of the rough dancing bodies made you uncomfortable as you shoved your way through.
You only wanted one person with you tonight, and that was Johnny.
Friends, enemies, or something more, he was the only face you wanted to see.
Finally, you found Dally.
You approached his pool table, where he stood tall against the wall, a Cue stick in one hand, a ciggerate in the other.
“Hey Dal,” you shouted over the loud music, “Where is Johnny?”
You left the pool game area, and shoved yourself through more drunken people.
You opened the back door to find Johnny standing against the wall. He was biting his nails in a panic. His big eyes seemed even bigger as they held fear, worry, and stress.
“Johnny, you okay?” You slowly walked over to your freightened friend.
Johnny’s eyes instantly flickered to you. He left out a deep breath of relief.
“Y/N,” Johnny pulled you into a strong hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
You did not know why he was hugging you, but you sure needed it.
“Johnny, are you okay?” You whispered into his ear.
Johnny did not say a word, he only pulled you closer against him. Tighter, even.
“Johnny,” you whispered once more.
“I-I felt like I didn’t belong,” Johnny stated, “All these people, I just felt out of place. Worth nothin’ like they are.”
You pulled away from Johnny slightly. You craddled his soft face in your hands, his arms still around your waist.
“That’s not it Johnnycakes, you are too good for this place,” you said.
Johnny flashed his adorable smile down at you.
“I guess I like you too much,” You confessed.
Johnny’s face changed to complete shock and excitement. He was so cute, it made you blush like crazy.
Johnny’s nose slightly rubbed against yours, as your foreheads touched gently.
Turning your head only a little, you pecked his lips softly.
Almost like a reaction, Johnny kissed you passionately.