Puttin' on the Ritz (Y!Outsiders x fem! reader

5

["PANTS WITH STRIPES AND CUTAWAY COAT, PERFECT FITS..."]

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    Cherry was very on edge. Someone who looked like a Greaser was sitting next to her. There was no one around. So if she were to get jumped...it would be a recipe for disaster.

    She watched as you held her hand out to shake, which she did so with hesitancy. 

    "Nice to meet you."

     Is what you said afterward. Your politeness was quite odd. You looked like a Greaser (sort of) and yet you acted like a Soc.

    "Cherry...if I may ask, why were you crying?" You asked softly and let go of her hand. You didn't want her to be uncomfortable after all. 

    Her boyfriend was a menace, something about her just screamed that she would date a menace. You weren't sure what, but you wanted to stay on her good side, just to be safe.

     Cherry hesitated, wondering if she should even tell a random stranger her troubles and what had been bugging her for the past couple of hours. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her feet.

    "What the hell..." She mumbled before looking back up to you. "Um...my boyfriend...he...broke up with me." She couldn't even keep eye contact.

    You frowned and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, that just means he wasn't the one. There's plenty of other people out there in the world who'd care for you more than he would."

     Cherry felt more tears come up, "he was such a good guy too...w-well...I mean, we're still gonna be friends." She said, she could hardly think straight.

     "Do you need a hug?" You asked with a sad smile.

     "Yes!" There was no hesitation in her answer unlike her previous ones. She completely broke and clung onto you, sobbing into your shoulder.

     A sad smile tugged at your lips. You patted her back, quietly shushing her for good measure. "It's alright...the storm has passed...nothing can harm you now." You whispered as many reassuring things as you possibly could to her, hoping that they would work.

    Which they did, her quietly loud sobs lowered in volume to small cries.

    "Hey...I'm sure your parents are expecting you back now, would you like me to walk you home?" You asked her, rocking her back and forth.

     She nodded against your arm and you slowly released her from the hold, and she did the same.

     You stood up, offered your hand to her, which she took, and you both walked out of the park. The two of you happily chattering and getting to know each other.

    "So you moved here recently?" She chirped and looked towards you, her hand holding yours with a small smile.

    "Yeah, so far the town seems great," you smiled and marveled at the old fashioned...well...everything!

     She smiled and nodded with a, "yeah. The town is wonderful. But I can't help but wonder, are you a Greaser or a Soc?" She asked as she looked at you up and down a couple times. Trying to figure out where she could place you in terms of social hierarchy.

    You laughed a little, thinking that she was joking, then you looked at her, your eyes widened when you saw she was dead serious.

    "Oh! Um...I dunno. What's a Greaser and or a Soc?" You laughed nervously. The hand that wasn't holding hers was in your jacket.

    She gave you a dumbfounded look. "You're joking?!" She exclaimed.

   "I'm starting to wish I wasn't," you laughed and brushed off how stupid she was making you feel. 

     She cleared her throat and continued, "well, a Soc is someone with high class. Too cool to feel, if you will. They're on the richer side, you see..." She paused. "I'm a prime example, as I am a Soc." Her smile faltered for a second, before it quickly came back.

     You nodded along to show that you were actually listening and not drowning her out like she thought you were. After all...

    It was nice to have someone listen to you after a while.

    "And a Greaser...they're violent people. Always gettin' into fights and in and out of jail. Which is why I thought you were a Greaser at first, you look like one. Just minus all the hair grease." She chuckled sadly at the last part.

     You hummed in acknowledgment. "Would I make you more comfortable if I dressed and acted like a Soc?" You asked.

     "No! No, you're fine. You already act like a Soc anyways. You don't need to spend money just to make me happy." Cherry smiled and gently squeezed your hand. 

     Her understanding wasn't something that you were used to. You were always used to people taking advantage of you, just to take the easy route and blame you for their problems.

    Her understand was such a much needed change of pace. It was...comforting. To say the least.

    "Y/n? You okay? You stopped moving." She called out. You snapped out of what little trance that you had. 

   "Oh! Uh...yeah, sorry. I'm alright," you smiled and continued walking her home.

   Looks like you have a new friend!