Two-Bit's P.O.V:✨ I turned around, so that I was facing the other way. I was a deer in headlights. "Well, well, well. Guys, look what we have here." I turned around slowly, so that I wouldn't look scared running off. Besides, they have a car and would probably catch me if I tried to run. Three Socs stepped out of the red mustang. I reached into my pocket, and grabbed my switchblade, flipping it open, all in one swift motion. The Socs walked slowly towards me, and all had evil grins on their faces. As they approached me, I backed up a few feet, and noticed two other people coming out of the car. It was Marcia, and the guy that I saw her with in my bedroom. Anger grew up inside, as Marcia kissed him roughly, looking at me throughout the entire kiss which lasted a few minutes. "So what do you think your doing Greaser? Thought you'd take a stroll on my side of town?" I didn't say anything. The Soc stepped closer to me, and held his blade up to my neck. "Answer me!" He shouted, leaving a trail of spit and alcohol across my face. I pushed him away from me, onto the asphalt street, which made him even madder. "Get him!" The Soc who I pushed to the ground yelled. The other two Socs grabbed both of my arms, while the other one punched and kicked my stomach multiple times. I moaned and winced in pain, and I could hear Marcia and her boyfriend laughing and saying things like, "Hit him again" and "Get him" in the background. They had to have hit me about twenty times already, and I kept saying to myself, "This is it. This is how I'm going to die." The Soc cut my neck, and threw me to the ground. They got back into their car, and one of them said, "That will teach you Greaser." I lied there on the cold, street, and the only thing I remember seeing before I blacked out, was Mary.
You turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” you laugh, as you lean down to scoop the snow.
You are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. You fire back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles you into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” You laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
You were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
You start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are you cold?”
“Yeah.” You nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” you smile.