The Greaser and The Soc, A M!Reader x 2p! England Love Story

Chapter One; How It All Started

It all started at the dinner.

I was standing in the parking lot of Jones Dinner. Talking with my gang. Lutz, the Russian that owns family owns Beilschmidt Mechanics. The car shop I work at. And Kyo who usually got dragged out of his house by Luciano. Whose family owned an Italian restaurant downtown.

Myself. I lived alone. In a mess of a house by the rest of the greaser families. We all loved downtown, while the stuck up Soc's lived uptown. Where all the good shit was. They had the drive in movie theater, the new park that wasn't turning to a landfill like ours, they had the nice houses you could get lost in, and they had the nice cars, that ours couldn't out race.
Now granted we had some decent dinners, like Jone's, which was owned by a Soc family, though they didn't mind us as long as we payed and didn't cause trouble. And we had the best Mechanics like Lutz and I who always had to fix those expensive cars, sometimes racking on extra fees for their guff of bringing their cars to "dirty old greasers."

I didn't care. I was a Senior in high school sliding by just enough to pass without trouble. My gang was all the family I had. And I never bothered getting myself a Broad, they were just expensive girls who wanted expensive gifts. Not saying I didn't flirt from time to time. But girls just weren't my style. Of course the gang didn't know this. They didn't need to. It was my personal shit they didn't need to get into.

I wasn't a guy for love, and I never believed in the mess. I just knew love hurt, at least if love counted as your parents ditching you when you were old enough to get a job. Being I started working with Lutz at age fourteen I'd been alone a few years now. If love was ditching someone as soon as they could be on their own, I was loved then.

But today.

Today I learned real love.

"C'mon Luciano! Just one dollar and I'll be outta ya hair." I asked. Luciano rolled his eyes as I begged to borrow a dollar for the millionth time.

"If I give you a dollar you gotta rumble with the next Soc we see." He snapped. I nodded. I hated Soc's just as much as any other Greaser. So I don't mind beating the tar outta few of them. Luciano gave me the dollar and I ran up to the dinner counter.

The broad at the counter looked at me cocking a brow. She lived down the street from me, I never bothered with her name though we'd gotten rowdy at a few parties before.

"Heya (M/N). What can I get ya?" She asked bending over the counter.

"I'll take a (food order). Also, your tops fallin a bit babe." I said. She blushed and stood up pulling her shirt up. I heard a few laughs behind me as she turned to fill my order. Lutz came from behind me and threw his scarred arm over my shoulder.

"Wow (M/N) that was," he laughed a bit, " that was harsh. The broad just wanted a ride if you know what I mean." He said jerkin me a bit. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course I know what you mean Lutz, I made that joke first." I said. He just grinned and walked away.

"Gee (M/N) I woulda never guessed you'd shoot down a free ride." Luciano snickered. I sighed and flipped them off. My own way of telling them to shut up.

The broad came back with my food and I payed her. She ring it up gave me my change and I left a penny for her.

"Buy a top that stays up Doll." I said before turning away and walking back to the gang.

"Why I oughtta!" She fumed as I went back to sitting in the parking lot. Kyo laughed silently to himself as Lutz and Luciano howled at the top of their lungs.

"Oh god. (M/N) I-I," Lutz laughed harder, " I can't believe ya." The gang laughed, while all I did was shrug and eat my food.

After a few minutes the laughter died down and we started chatting as I finished my meal. Kyo didn't say much as he only spoke if we spoke to him.

"I'm gonna head out. Pops has his gang coming to eat tonight. You know how that is." Luciano said standing and walking to his car.

"I better go to. The shop won't close itself." Lutz said. Kyo just hopped in Luciano's car as Lutz went to his.

"Alright see ya tomorrow boys." I yelled.

"Ciao." Luciano yelled as he sped out of the lot.

"I'll see you at the garage. Gilen wants me to skip tomorrow." Lutz said. Speaking of his older brother who finished school a few years ago. I nodded.

"Alright see ya Lutz." I stood from my spot and began walking home.

The street lights switched on and I was walking past the car lot. A neutral territory between the Greaser's and the Soc's parts of town.

I don't know what made me do it, but I wanted to get in the lot. I went up to the chain link fence, and climbed over pulling myself over and nearly falling on a pile of scrap.

"Damn. Lutz and I gotta pull out some this shit. I could fix that ole' mustang with some of these bits." I said looking around the mess of metal and rubber.

A loud crash came from the middle of the lot. My brows furrowed as I climbed over an old car jogging over to the sound. I ducked behind a car and peered over the hood. There stood a group of guys. They looked like Soc's but they were cornering another Soc that took my breath away.

He was short. With pink hair that fell into bright neon blue eyes. His purple sweater vest and blue dress shirt were stretched as one of the Soc's picked him up by his collar. They spat in the guy's face as he threw him into a pile of scrap making the same loud crash. I jumped and watched as one of the others kicked the guy in the gut.

"Take that ya filthy queer." One grunted kicking the guy in the ribs. My blood boiled as I hopped over the car. I reached in my leather jackets pocket flicking out my butterfly knife. I held the grip and scowled at the Soc's.

"Get outta here and no one gets hurt ya hear?!" I yelled. I was easily just as tall as the lanky jerks. But I worked at a Car Shop. So I was easily stronger than them. They sized me up and began to walk away. One of them taking one more kick at the guys ribs before sprinting off.

I put my knife away and rushed over to the Soc.

Man, I never thought I'd see the day I'd draw my blade for a Soc.

"Hey you alright?" I asked. The guy sat up. His hand pressed to his side in pain.

"Y-yeah." He stuttered. I blushed at the sound of his voice. Why did his voice sound like music to my ears? He looked up at me, his bright blue eyes locking with my drab (e/c) ones. I couldn't look away. Flecks of pink seemed to jump from his irises and they pulled me in deeper and deeper. I felt something in the way he looked at me. He didn't cringe at me like the other Soc's. He didn't cuss at me or call me a filthy greaser off the bat like the others.

"Wow." I said to myself. The Soc only stared as I did. I felt something changed about that day. Something big.

A/N
Hello!
I hoped you liked this!
Have a lovely day!

Thank,
Dan