Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Sodapop Curtis

//AN. not requested but I've been rereading the oustiders and I'm so in Soda's lane... expect Pony, Dally, and Johnny coming soon. also I can do any requested Greaser//

Prompt: Your mom is a Soc but your aunt is a greaser. you stay with your aunt alot and have met the gang. in the process, you've fallen in love with Sodapop Curtis.

you checked outside and heard your mother's soft snores drifting through the halls. you slid out of your skirt and sweater, exchanging them for blue jeans, a black top that exposed about an inch or so of stomach, converse, and your leather jacket. you wiped off your soft, conservative, Soc makeup and exchanged it for dark red lips and winged eyeliner.

you pulled down your curls and let them fall on your shoulders. you pinned back your bangs, adding a slight tease. you were a Soc by blood but you felt more comfortable with the Greasers.

it was fun. it was freedom. it was danger. it was home.

you climbed out of your window, jogging to Ponyboy's. he lived clear across town so it would take a few minutes.

as you came up the front steps, you let out a long low whistle and ended in a high note. it was returned as you stepped inside.

"hey guys!" you called, sitting on the couch.

"oh hey Shortstop. what's up?" you heard Soda's voice reply.

you looked up from your nails, seeing him in low rise jeans and no shirt. your ears got hot and you were thankful you pulled your hair down.

"hey Pepsi-Cola." you smiled as he sat next to you. "do you own any shirts?" you teased and rested your legs on him.

after he and Sandy called it quits, you two became really close. he told you everything - how much she meant to him, how much he missed his parents, his pony, even his dad's old nickname for him that only Darry ever used anymore.

in return, you told him about your aunt's name for you- Shortstop. she called you that because you played baseball and you were shorter than all the guys - Pony included but just barely.

he didn't mind when you used it though and neither did you. sometimes his ears even got red when you did.

"not any clean ones." he laughed and fiddled with your shoelaces.

"where's Pony and Superman?" you asked, taking off your jacket.

"Darrys working late and Pony went out with Dallas and Johnny."

"well that's never good."

"tell me about it." he commented with a smile. his expression changed suddenly into curiosity and he leaned forward. "where'd you get this?"

his hand brushed your chest and held the key pendant your mother gave you. you forgot to leave it at home.

"oh uh- I've had it. always tucked it in. um how was work today?" you said, trying to change the subject.

"it was fine." he answered quickly. "who gave it to you?"

"my mom..." you admitted, looking at your feet.

"your mom? I thought you said you lived with your aunt? Y/N... what aren't you telling me?" he asked, his hand resting on your knee.

"I never should've came tonight."you said and pushed yourself up. "I'm sorry."

he stood and took your hands. "Y/N... come on."

"Soda, please. just let me go." you said softly.

"you can't run from this Y/N."

you broke down and started sobbing. his arms wrapped around you and you held him tight. "it's okay Shortstop. what's going on?" he mumbled into your hair.

"I'm a Soc..." you mumbled into his chest. you pulled away from his embrace to see his expression. It was shock. his eyes were soft as he examined you. he cracked a grin and you couldn't help but smile too.

"what's so funny?" you asked, carefully wiping your eyes.

"it all makes sense." he said lightheartedly. "you only come by at night or early mornings. you refuse to go near the other side of town with us. you're a soc...." he paused and shrugged, holding his grin. "I'm in love with a Soc."

"what?" you asked, surprised to say the least. "you're in love with me?"

he nodded and his face grew red. he scratched the back of his neck and looked down before smiling back at you again.

you smiled and grabbed the nape of his neck. you pulled his lips to yours, tangling your fingers into his hair. his hands gripped your hips and pulled you close.

after what seemed like a blissful eternity, he pulled away. his lips were smudged with your red lipstick and you smiled and pressed your lips together.

"I love you Y/N. Soc or Grease. so can I officially call you my girl?" he asked with a huge grin. it was the kind of grin that made his eyes shine. the kind of grin he had when he was excited. before rodeos or a race or a rumble.

"Sodapop Curtis, I would love to be your girl." you smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

you both settled onto the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm around you. you ended up falling asleep and not going home.

you didn't care what would happen when you got home you thought as you drifted off. Soda loved you and you loved him. you two were finally together. you couldn't have been happier.