The Outsider's Imagines

janitor's closet - s.r.

You and your fiancé have the best getting together story ever. At least, that's what his friends said. As in, Dallas, Ponyboy, Darry, Sodapop, Johnny, and Keith. They had asked you. You offered to tell them the short version, but they insisted on the long one. So now, for your wedding, they forced you to tell the story.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~y/n~

It was an average school day and you were hanging out with your best friend, Callie, in the lunchroom. That's when she dared you to spray paint the girls' bathroom. And you never backed out from a dare. In your high school years, you had narrowly avoided being expelled nine times for doing stuff like that. By that, as in stealing the principal's private journal and printing it in the school newspaper, releasing twelve snakes in Mrs. Jones' classroom, stealing the school lunches and replacing them with cigarette packages, spread a tiny rumor about Lana and Mr. Montany dating- the list goes on. You had even once keyed some inappropriate stuff on one of your classmates' cars. You had avoided getting expelled thanks to your mother being one of the school's founders. So after the last class of the day, you picked the lock to the janitor's closet (like you had done so many times) to stay after the school closed and graffiti some questionable things in the girls bathroom.

After a while, you ended up drifting off to sleep (as usual because the school doesn't close until six) and you woke up in the corner of the janitor's closet behind the mops. You yawned and checked your watch. 6:23 P.M. School was closed. Stretching yourself out, you accidentally knocked over the mops.

"What the hell!"

You emerged from behind the mops and looked around in the dark. It was pitch black but you could make out a boy in the pile of mops. Cursing, the boy stood up and looked around. You turned on the flashlight in you watch and shone it right at the boy. In his eyes.

"Argh!"

He accidentally ran into the wall and fell back down. It was Steve Randel. He was one of your classmates- in your math class specifically. He also happened to be the owner of the car that you had keyed. He sat up and looked at you, illuminated in the light. You both stared at each other for a while before Steve suddenly yelled, "Hey! You're the bitch that keyed my car!" He lunged at you and you screamed. You both tumbled into the wall and knocked over everything. You also accidentally fell into the door and the doorknob and lock broke off. You both sat up immediately and grabbed the doorknob.

"You broke it!" Steve said, trying to put it back on. He failed.

"I broke it? You broke it! You were the one that pushed me into the door!" You replied defensively.

"Well you were the one that keyed my car!"

You both stayed silent for a while and stared at each other, enraged. Eventually, Steve exhaled and tried to open the door. He punched it, kicked it, rammed it, jiggled it, smacked it. and tried basically everything. But the door wouldn't open. So he sat down.

"We're going to be here for a while."

——————————- thirty minutes later

"What are you doing here?" you said, finally breaking the awkward silence.

"What are you doing here? Waiting to key someone else's car?"

——————————ten minutes later

It took you a while to think of something to say. "Sorry for keying your car." Steve looked at you a little less bitterly and mumbled "thanks for apologizing." Then, he looked at you with hate back in his eyes. "Why did you key it anyway? I never did nothing to you!"

You shifted shamefully. "Dare."

"WHAT?" he shouted before calming himself and trying to ask nicely, "You ruined Shelly over a dare?"

"First of all," you began, "You named your car Shelly? And second, I never back down from a dare."

Steve nodded. "Neither do I, but you aren't forgiven yet."

————————— thirty minutes later

"So, what are you doing here anyway?" Steve asked. "Someone dared you to spend the night in the janitor's closet?"

"Actually, they dared me to spray paint some shit in the bathroom."

Steve cackled. "Like what? I key peoples cars?" It didn't sound so much like a bitter comment. More like a joke now.

"I told you I'm sorry, man. It won't happen again!" you insisted, jokingly punching him.

Steve gaped. "Did you just punch me?"

"Oh, gee, man- I'm sor-"

Steve punched you back. Now it was your turn to gape. Laughing, you smacked his face with the mop and he pounced on you. Soon, both of you could hardly breathe. You were laughing so hard.

"Ha! Pinned ya," he said in a sing-song voice. You stared into his deep brown eyes and cute smirk and you noticed that he was staring at you too. You both crawled off of each other and sat up laughing awkwardly.

"What time is it?" Steve said, trying to evade the awkwardness.

"It's 7:36," you said, glancing at your watch.

"It's only been an hour????"

—————————— three hours later

"Hmm... truth," you said, using Steve as a cushion to lean on. You had been occupying yourself with truth or dare for a while and learned a lot about each other. Like how Steve loved cars and hated how his best friend attracted more girls than him. And you told him about your brother. You haven't told anyone about him before. You didn't want to remember.

"Who do you have a crush on?"

You gaped at him and laughed nervously. "What?"

"Who do you like?"

"That's none of your business!" Who do you like then?!" you laughed.

"Do I know him?" he asked, playing with a strand of your hair. You gave him a glare. He laughed. "Come on, at least tell me that."

You smiled. "I think you know him pretty well."

———————————five hours later

"Dare," you said, sleepily. Steve shifted nervously before grabbing your hands. He had nice hands.

"You say you'll never back down from a dare. So I dare you to kiss me," he said, smiling bashfully. "I know it's fast, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. I like you, y/n."

You gaped. Steve anxiously toyed with his fingers, waiting for a response. Suddenly, you kissed him. And he kissed you. You gently pulled away, still wrapped around him. He smiled and hugged you tight. "You're forgiven for keying my car."