JC

Your y/n, and boy have you been through it. You’re 17, a girl a greaser, just like the rest of your gang, and you’re beautiful. Inside and out. And your one if the Curtis’s siblings. Your twins with Sodapop. You have soft light brown hair and hazle eyes and freckles. Months ago your parents died in a car accident and it really bothered everyone. But it got to you the most. Every night, you couldn’t sleep. (You and soda share a room). You didn’t know how to take the pain away, you cried every single night for days, you couldn’t move on. Then you tried alcohol. It sucked all your pain away, and made you numb. You’d come home drunk every night. And everyone understood why, and you became a usual at the bar. Your siblings were really worried, like beyond. But specifically Johnny Cade. Your best friend. He’d liked you since first grade. And yall have been best friends. And you used to be so bright and so happy and smiled about everything. Now your happiness has been ripped out of you before you could grab on to it. And it breaks Johnnys heart to see you like this. He loves you. You’re the only thing he’s got. Since his life at home ain’t so good. And he couldn’t watch you drift away anymore.