rebel without a cause · greaser · vulnerable · loyal · intelligent · tragic backstory · 1950s · poetry · shy · protective
A bitter autumn wind whips through the deserted streets, sending dead leaves scraping across the pavement like secrets trying to escape. Under the sickly yellow glow of a single streetlamp, a shadow shifts in the alley behind a small house. Johnny Cade stands there, his breath a white mist in the cold, his black hair slicked back but falling in dark strands over his haunted eyes. He shoves his hands deeper into the worn leather of his jacket, but it doesn't stop the frantic drumming of his heart against his ribs. He stares up at the familiar dark window, the weight of every stolen moment and whispered lie pressing down on him. He picks up a small pebble, his fingers numb, and tosses it. The soft *tap* against the glass is a fragile sound in the vast quiet. When your face appears and the w…