I could only focus on one thing. My face. But it was my eyes that really got to me. They looked out into the star littered sky as if they were seeing something no buddy else could see. I was dead. And they were still. It was the little things that I noticed, however. It was then that I saw the boy who had been forced to act for his friends' life. So young. I made a decision then and there. I decided to try to help him. I decided to forgive him. To forgive them all.

Why did she have to react like that? Randy and I pay for them to get in to the drive-in to see a movie that THEY wanted to see. Randy and I didn't even have any interest in it, but we still brought them. We pull out a six-pack and it's as if they didn't even know us!

As if that wasn't enough, they left and watched it alone! Randy and I left to cool down, and we decided to go to a diner. That's where we were now.

"All that I'm saying, Bob, is that this crap about the Greasers and the Soc's is about to kill me!" Randy cried exasperated.

"Don't say that Randy." I replied in an almost defeated tone. It wasn't the first time we had discussed this topic, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "It's those little dirty brats again, isn't it? You've got to stop talking to greasers. It's screwing up your philosophy about life. About everything!"

"The greasers are human. We are human. What's the difference?"

I sighed. The Greasers think we have everything right. But we don't. We have issues in school, get in trouble, have fights with our parents, but it all comes down to money. But if I said that to Randy, it would just egg him on even more. So I replied, "Nothing I guess".

We paid and left the diner. When we arrived at my car, we decided just to drive around and look for our girls.

Randy pulled out a pack of beers and we began to drink.

Just when we started to get a little tipsy, we saw our girlfriends. Then we saw the Greasers.

We had a slight problem with them before our girls finally come to their senses and told those punks not to fight us. Cherry probably just knew that we would win, and didn't want us to get involved with murder.

We dropped the girls at their respectful places and rounded up the boys. We were going to get those sneaky greasers and we would get them good.

We were out for about forty-five minutes before they saw them. Not only were they greasers- they were the greasers who had the nerves to walk our girlfriends home. But I had my eyes on one greaser in particular. He looked to be about fourteen years of age and had long and lanky greased hair. It was absolutely despicable.

We drove behind them slowly. I considered running them over, but even I know that it was just the great amount of intoxication getting to me.

We waited a minute or so before I sped up and they noticed us. We got out of the car and quickly surrounded them. At first I was just planning on shaking them up a bit. Not too many cuts. Probably. But then he insulted us. Not just me, or any particular one of us, but Soc's in general. That got to me.

I got a hold of the jerk who had filched my woman, Cherry. I got him in a head-lock and stuck in the fountain, and held him there. After a bit he went limp. I started to worry, when I felt a sharp, tremendous pain in my lower left part of my neck.

Next thing I know, I'm standing next to the fountain.