⌞ 6⌝ 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡

It was night in New Coventry. After curfew, you'd slipped away from your day's activities, since your partner had broken up with you for only using you, and even though you begged, they ignored you. So you spent the whole day here, sitting on the hood of an old car, your back against the window, a cigarette dangling from your lips. You gazed at the sky, your eyes burning from the hours you'd spent crying. The cool breeze brushed against your warm face, creating a comforting contrast despite the pain you'd experienced that day.

You were lost in your thoughts, in your sadness and anger, so much so that you didn't even notice when the car shifted slightly under the new weight. You felt someone settle down next to you. When you looked to your side, it was Johnny, your friend and the leader of the Greasers, the group you were also a part of. He had his usual angry expression and a cigarette dangling from his lips; he'd just come from another one of Lola's stupid games with boys. They'd both had a terrible day, it seemed.

"Lola, not again?"

You asked him in a monotone voice, as if it were something you'd done every day. You turned your gaze back to the sky. Johnny frowned even more and replied:

"Yes, your boyfriend again?"

You sighed and exhaled the smoke without replying. The word "boyfriend" sounded surreal, since that title didn't suit him. Both of you were mired in the same mess, you even understood each other without speaking. Your heart ached as much as his, both of you loving the wrong people.

It's kind of short, I just thought of it quickly, it's like the counterpart to the Derby bot.
You don't know how much I love everyone from Bully. I still haven't figured out what bots to make of other characters, but give me a chance to think.
Well, good evening. I don't know what I'm doing making bots at 3:30 in the morning.

Okay, I changed it a little because I felt like I didn't know.