The Outsider's Imagines

just a theory - s.c.

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You were sitting on the couch with your best friend Ponyboy. We made sure to sit at least five feet apart just so that we wouldn't get that awkward feeling when someone was reading a book over your shoulder. He was reading his copy of 'Gone with the Wind' and you were reading your copy of 'Little Women'. Well, at least you were reading 'Little Women' until Sodapop Curtis waltzed in shirtless. Now, you pretended like you were reading while sneaking glances at him. 

"If you keep biting your lip like that it's going to bleed," Ponyboy chuckled. He was the only one who knew about your little crush on Soda and he never let a moment slip by without teasing you about it. 

"Go bite your own lip at Cherry Valance," you whispered back, throwing a pillow at him so hard that he tumbled backward off the couch.

"Hey! No horseplay in the house," Darry scolded just as Soda and Steve tumbled onto the floor in a complete friendly brawl. Darry rolled his eyes at them and went back to stirring his pot. You were about to help Pony up, but stopped to watch them rolling around the house like the teenage boys they were. You loved to wrestle and you were a good person in a rumble, especially due to your father being a previous martial artist. But you were the girl and the new baby of the gang after Johnny died two years ago and nobody would ever let you do anything that might even remotely result in your injury. 

"Hah! Pinned ya!" Soda exclaimed, holding Steve down. 

"Alright, alright, you win. How 'bout an arm wrestle?" Steve sighed, jokingly punching his best friend. 

"Maybe later, I got some stuff to do," Soda said, picking up his DX hat from the table and running over to the bedroom. 

You sat back down on the cough, chewing on your lip again. "You wished it was you under Soda didn't ya?" Ponyboy whispered, laughing. 

"You asshole," you retorted, throwing another pillow at him and making him fall right off the couch again. 

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Later that evening, you found yourself with Ponyboy at the movie theater watching "Hombre" with him for about the third time in a row. Ponyboy was obsessed with Paul Newman and he had been since he was fourteen and decided that he hated people with green eyes. 

"Boy, I wish I look like Paul Newman," Ponyboy muttered. For the twelfth time. Today.

And that's when Sodapop Curtis himself slipped into the seat right next to yours. Ponyboy snapped out of his Paul Newman trance and quickly grabbed a sip of his Coke to stop himself from laughing at how red you were turning. 

"I'm going to uh... water the cat-" you said, quickly standing up. Ponyboy let out a snort and you mouthed 'shut your trap' to him before essentially running out of there. 

You ran to the girls bathroom and splashed water on your face. You were awful with crushes. Especially considering that Soda was your first. Yes, you had not liked anyone for the past seventeen years of your life. 

"Are you avoiding me?" 

You whipped around to see none other than Soda. In the girls' bathroom. "Oh my God, Soda, get out!" you exclaimed, drying your face with your shirt since there were no more paper towels. 

"There ain't nobody in here except us," Soda said, leaning against the counter. 

"Yeah, okay, now I'm leaving," you announced, quickly brushing past him and heading towards the door.

"I know you like me." 

You froze in place and you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest. You hadn't told anyone! You weren't that obvious, were you? Wait, it couldn't be... Ponyboy? Did he rat you out? 

"What? No! What? Where? Who?" you stammered, panicking and cursing under your breath. "How did you find out? Was it Ponyboy?"

Soda laughed. "Well, it was just a theory but I think this confirms it."

"Shit," you said, looking down at your feet. "Uh, well this is awkward, isn't it?"

"Why?" Soda asked, approaching you. "I like you too." 

"What? Huh? Wait- you- you do?" you stuttered, looking up at him as he moved so close to you you could almost feel his breath on you. 

"Yeah, for a while now," he whispered, playing with a strand of your hair. 

"Oh, well, I-" 

And Soda grabbed you by the waist, pushed you against the wall and kissed you. You were shocked, but didn't reject. But it was obvious that you had no idea how to make out. Good thing that it didn't last long. The door whizzed open and a girl let out a shrill scream before closing the slamming the door and running away. 

"She's gone now," Soda said, smirking.

"Come on, not in the girls' bathroom, Soda," you laughed, dragging him out the door.