The Outsider's Imagines

movie night - t.m.

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"Two-Bit Mathews?" Lily asked, gawking as she brushed your hair. 

"Mhm," you replied, applying some lip gloss and popping your lips. 

"As in, the one that pulled up your dress at the Nighty Double?" she continued. No, your first interaction with Keith *Two-Bit* Mathews wasn't exactly pleasant. You were hanging out with Karina leaning on your car when from behind, he pulled up your skirt. Of course, you slapped some sense into him as he cackled. But you both lost it when you pulled down his jeans. The brush caught in your hair and pulled a clump out.

"Careful! And yes, that's the one." 

"But why him?" she asked in awe. "He's a greasy hood!" 

"Lily!" you scolded, snatching the hairbrush from her hands. "You can't say that! That's like classifying all of us ''Socs''" you said, quoting the air, "as people like Bob!" 

"He literally pulled up your dress at the Nighty Double!" 

"And I pulled down his pants!"

 You blushed realizing what you had said as Lily fell over laughing. "I cannot believe you just said that out loud!" 

"Oh, shut up!" 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------~Two-Bit~

"Y/N Y/L/N?" Everyone said simultaneously. 

"The Soc?" Ponyboy added.

"The girl who's dress you pulled up?" Steve gawked. 

"Doing what?" Soda asked.

"Where?" Darry asked.

"With who?" Johnny asked.

"Hooking up?" Dally asked.

"Shut your traps!" I shouted. My ears couldn't take anymore of this interrogation. "I already told you! I am going to the Nighty Double with Y/N Y/L/N, the Soc who's dress I pulled up to see a movie!" I whipped to Dally. "And we are not hooking up!" 

"Bummer," he said, lighting up a cigarette. 

Rolling my eyes, I reached for the hair gel and Ponyboy slapped my hand away. "No, no, no! You're hanging out with a girl way out of your league! You cannot be using this stuff!" 

"But- wait, what? You think she's out of my league?"

"No buts," Pony snapped, tossing the gel into the trashcan. "I'll make you look great." 

Pony started pushing me into his bedroom. "Wait, you're fourteen! Have you even had a date?" 

Thirty minutes later I walked out of Ponyboy's room in a suit and tie holding a rose with my hair messy and all over the place as the gang cackled. 

"Oh, shut up!" I yelled, taking off the blazer.

"You can't do that!" Pony whined, picking it back up.

"I put on a tie, man, don't push it!" 

"You better not dent BonBon or I'll beat the tar outta you!" Dally said, tossing me the car keys. The gang doubled over laughing. 

"You named your car BonBon?" Soda asked, laughing so hard he was crying. 

"Where'd you get that name? The toy store or the bakery?" Steve asked, rolling around on the ground. 

I left before Dally could put either of them in a choke hold. 

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The doorbell rang and you rushed to answer the door. There he was. Wearing... a collared shirt and tie? 

"Oh my God," you said, putting a hand over your mouth. "You look-"

"Like an old financial advisor? I know," he said, laughing with that smile that made you go weak at the knees. 

"I was going to say 'dashingly handsome', but that works too." 

"Well, you look beautiful," he said, kissing the back of your hand. 

"Who's your friend?" your father said, trotting down the stairs. 

"Dad!" you said in surprise. "This is Keith Mathews, he's taking me to the Nighty Double tonight." 

"Mathews? I don't believe I recognize that name," he said, adjusting the pen in his shirt pocket. "I know everyone from the West. New money, I presume?" 

"Dad!" you scolded. Two-Bit shifted uncomfortably behind you.

"Actually, sir, I'm from the East side," he said softly. 

"The East?" your father said, disapprovingly. "Y/N, you forget your place. You can't be seen going around with delinquents like him! And think about it! How is he going to get the money to provide for you? Plus, you're supposed to be with the Lyon's son!" 

"I cannot believe you just said that!" you said, on the verge of tears, grabbing Two-Bit's hand. "Maybe I don't want this place anymore! It's not like you care about me anyways! You just want to use me for connections into richer families! Come on, let's go." You both ran off the doorstep and sped off quickly.

 Soon, you arrived, and Two-Bit helped you out of the car. But he didn't say anything, which was strange.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you said, cupping his cheek.

"Your dad's right. You can't be with me. I'll ruin your reputation and I can't give you the things you deserve," he said, gently flipping out his switchblade. "And he's right. I am a hood. I steal, I get into fights, I carry a six inch switchblade in my back pocket-" 

"Hey!" you scolded. "I don't care about any of that! You think that Socs can't be hoods? Look at people like Robert Sheldon! My dad just cares about the money! But I don't! I like you for you, not for your wealth!" Two-Bit looked at you with puppy eyes. "Plus, who hasn't gotten into a fight or stolen something before?" You smirked and whipped out Two-Bit's wallet that you had taken from his back pocket.

"No way, what?" he laughed. You had quite the talent for pickpocketing, though you never told anybody. You had managed to steal a couple hundred bucks from your previous dates before. Nobody noticed or thought it could be you though.

"And who in the right mind doesn't carry around a blade in this god-forsaken town?" From the heel of your left shoe, you pulled out a beautiful switchblade. You had gotten that when you pickpocketed it off of Dylan Johnson, one of your dates. "So stop moping around. Are you going to take me on a date or not?" 

He picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead. "I'm going to take you on a date."