The Outsiders Imagines

Two-Bit Mathews - Fighter

Y/n was shaking.

Whether it was from the adrenaline of having just gotten into a fight, or from being afraid, she didn't know. Regardless, the drunken girl staggered up the steps of her boyfriends house.

It was late, but she didn't care. She knew he was babysitting his sister since his mom was at work and every other babysitter cancelled, besides, Two-Bit had told her to stop by if she got the chance.

Her plan was to go watch a new movie with Johnny and Ponyboy, then go straight to the Mathews house, but of course, with Socs' roaming the streets, that's never what happens, even for middle class girls like her.

Simply because she hung out with people from a lower class, she was practically excommunicated, even though she wasn't even a soc. It annoyed her to no end. If people just stopped, life would be way smoother.

Maybe in the morning, when she was in her right mind she'd wish she had asked one of the guys to walk her there, but right now she was too far gone to care. Two-Bit of all people should understand.

Y/n dropped Ponyboy and Johnny off at the Curtis house after the movie, and after a few beers with Dally, she started making her way to Two-Bit's home. She was about halfway there when she was surrounded by four high class kids.

Annoyance immediately settled deep as she looked at each of them. "Howdy boys." She greeted them, her face anything but kind as she tried to continue walking.

Two of the boys placed a hand on each shoulder, halting her pace. She looked up at them, glaring furiously. "Where do you think you're going, lil' lady?"

"Anywhere but here so I don't have to see your nauseating faces." She stepped back, her arms tense, ready to start swinging if she needed to. "Let me go now, will ya?"

"Wait- aren't you that broad who hands out with greasers?" The tallest soc scoffed, looking down at her as he stepped closer. He didn't wait for an answer before laughing mischievously. "Hey look guys, it's the greasers sl-"

As if Y/n lost all control of her body, she threw a hook with her right hand, sending it across his jaw forcefully. He processed what had happened for a moment before grabbing her wrist.

"Fiesty little one, aren't you?"

She slapped him, hard, with her other hand, yanking away from his grasp as she glared up at him. "Let go of me you perve." She spat at him, pulling away, wasting no time on making a break for it.

She had only made it a few feet before she was tackled by one of the larger ones, her chin hitting the ground, her elbow scraping against the concrete.

Honestly, between the energy and the alcohol, she had no clue how she managed to free herself from four boys, larger than her, and most definitely stronger.

She shoved the switch blade Two-Bit had given her into her front pocket as the door swung open, revealing a tired looking boy. His hair was all over the place, and he was wearing PJ's, honestly looking as if he just woke up. "Jesus Christ, Y/n what happened to you?"

"Eh, I got into a small scuffle, nothing too big." She grinned, kissing his cheek gently before slipping past him. "Well, when I say small scuffle I really mean a full on fight with four socs."

Two-Bit's eyes went wide as he looked at her appearance, her torn clothes, her bleeding wounds, her tangled hair. "Are you bleeding? Is all that your blood? Are you drunk?"

"Jeez man, what's with the third degree?" She rolled her eyes. "But to answer your questions, yes, no at least I hope not, and yes." Y/n laughed quietly as Two-Bit sighed, grabbing her wrist gently, pushing the door shut.

He led her to the bathroom, signaling for her to hop up on time counter. He opened the cabinet and pulled out Neosporin and bandages as well as some clean wash clothes.

He wet the wash cloth, rubbing the cuts on her arms and legs gently, before moving on to her face. He gently dabbed at a spot above her eyebrow. "Is this what it's like to take care of me?"

"Mmm...basically." She shrugged, laughing quietly as she looked up at him. He finished bandaging her, holding her hand as she hopped off the counter.

He ran to his room, grabbing a pair of clean pyjamas. He returned, handing them to Y/n who, after a few remarks about being fine in her clothes, accepted them and changed, going to locate Two afterwards.

He was sprawled out on his bed, so Y/n joined him, laying down beside the yawning boy. "Thanks for being an amazing boyfriend."

"Thanks for taking care of me when I'm drunk." He chuckled quietly, running his hands through her combed hair. "Did you really fight off four Socs at once?"

She laughed quietly, nodding. "Pretty cool, eh."

"Very." He smiled, kissing the top of head gently.