#soc!reader

It started off as a joke, the whole thing did, really. And at first you thought it was funny too. Making fun of some poor, lonely greaser by leaving notes from a secret admirer in his locker. You had never really cared about a greaser’s feelings before – everyone had always told you they were mean, dirty, careless assholes who were just jealous of the socs – and your locker was only a few away from his so it was real easy to catch his reactions which only made it better. Being able to see exactly how flustered he got after reading them.

You especially had fun writing the letters. It was just exhilarating and you giggled the entire time. They were cheesy love notes written in blue ink on your college ruled notebook paper. You loved dotting your i’s and j’s with hearts and saying stuff that you’d normally never have had the confidence to say.

The problem with your perfect joke (which, now that you thought about it sounded more like blatant bullying than a funny joke) came a few weeks into this new hobby of yours. You found yourself glancing over to him every passing period, smiling when you thought about him, and even getting excited seeing him read the letters. It was then that you realized that it had gone too far.

Your friends started to pressure you into telling him it was a joke and breaking his heart, but you could no longer bring yourself to do it. It was what you had been planning to do in the first place. Yet you realized now that it was much too cruel to be funny. He was just too sweet, Johnny didn’t deserve it. He was just some poor kid who was actually quite cute, the more that you thought about it. You didn’t think that someone like Johnny deserved it. He’d done nothing wrong. If anything, you were the one who deserved it. You were the asshole, you were the one who had thought it’d be funny to play around with some guy’s feelings.

Eventually you decided that you needed to end it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You liked Johnny more than you’d originally thought and you didn’t want to stop writing him letters. After what felt like years of barely sleeping because you couldn’t decide, you finally figured out what you wanted to do.

The letter started off with, “Please act upset as you read this letter. I will explain why in a minute.” Just in case your friends had decided to watch for his reaction you didn’t want them to catch on to the fact that you actually weren’t breaking his heart in your letter.

You then wrote asking him to meet you in the back of the drive-in at eight in the evening and that you’d be wearing a dress with a bow tied in your hair, both in your favorite color. You didn’t want him to be scared off if you told him you were a soc right away but you also didn’t want him to think that you never arrived.

You snuck up to his locker and quickly pushed the letter in while your friends giggled almost hysterically. You didn’t like the fact that they were laughing at him but then again you were just like them only a few weeks ago. You weren’t any better. If anything, you were practically worse for being the one who wrote those letters in the first place.

Johnny did his best to act upset, his face dropping as he read further and further and then running away to go to the bathroom, but in reality he only left so that he could smile without anyone seeing. He had been crushing on his secret admirer ever since he found the first letter in his locker. He couldn’t believe that he would finally get to meet you.

He couldn’t help but be a bit anxious. He didn’t really trust girls, not after all that Dallas had told him, but he was still excited. You seemed to be nice and he really did want to trust you. Living life assuming that everyone was just going to hurt him wouldn’t get him anywhere.

He got there early and leaned against the fence, anxiously rubbing the letter you’d left him as he waited. He eventually saw you and smiled softly even though you were a soc. Johnny felt even more anxious now but he couldn’t let himself back down. He had gotten this far after all, and he didn’t want to be a weak kid afraid of doing anything forever. Leaving now wasn’t what Dally would do, he told himself as he shook his head.

You ran up to him with what was probably the sweetest smile he had ever seen, if he had to guess. “Hey Johnny!”

Johnny nodded his head towards you as you leaned against the fence, copying his position. He was already a little flustered but he pushed through. If it was Dally here with you he would’ve already started flirting. There was no reason for Johnny to just back out.

“Oh hey…” He looked down to hide his smile, “Y/n, right? We have English together.” He could recognize you from a mile away. Everything about you made him smile, and learning that you were the one who had been writing him those love notes all along only made him more happy.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you out of school for once.” You put your head on his shoulder. You didn’t want to make an advance too quickly and scare him off, but this was also technically a date.

He quickly felt his face heat up. You were just so gorgeous and kind and he just couldn’t help it. You two watched the movie, but neither of you were really paying attention. You were too busy staring at him and he was too busy staring at you without you noticing.

At the end of the movie you suggested going back to your house. Usually you would have not offered, him being a greaser and all, but your parents were out on a business trip and they would have no clue. Johnny was obviously skeptical. He wasn’t so sure it would be a smart idea for him to willingly go into soc territory with some pretty girl. But he eventually agreed. If he was gonna die tonight he would rather it be while on a date with a pretty girl.

You two got into your car and you started driving. Johnny did not talk much, so it was mostly you just carrying the conversation but you didn’t totally mind. Being a soc you could talk about absolutely nothing for hours on hours without messing up once, but there was one thing different about talking to Johnny. You quickly realized that you could tell him things that you would never normally tell anyone. It was comfortable and you felt safe and he was a greaser so he wasn’t nearly as judgemental as anyone else you had ever talked to.

Soon enough you pulled into your driveway. It was a nice white picket fence house with a freshly mown lawn, fairly boring if you really thought about it. He took note of how perfect it was. Not a single thing out of place. That was only a facade, but not a lot of greasers seemed to understand that. They all seemed to think your life was perfect, that every socs life was perfect and that they shouldn’t ever have the audacity to complain about it for even a second.

You two stayed up almost the entire night; drinking way too much soda, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s company. It was genuinely the best date you had ever had and you were quickly grateful that you had taken that chance.