Outsiders Imagines And Preferances

Steve Imagine

You had been dating Steve for two years. And you REALLY dug each other. Most people even dared to say you LOVED each other. And you did too. The two of you went out on dates and hung out, everything was savvy until it just . . . wasnt. Niether one of you ever bothered to say anything about the tensiion growing at a rapid space. But your tolerance for each other was lessning a little more each day. Finally you two decided to break it off. If only you could say it was on good terms, but you couldnt. In fact your relatioship ended with yelling, a lot of yelling, and you storming out of the Curtis residence and never turning back.

4 MONTHS LATER

Steve and the gang were sitting down at the Dingo one night, laughing and having a few beers. The place was packed and loud, abnoxious greasers and a couple hoods were cornering a hitchhiker and roughing him up a little on the other side of the bar when Tim Shepard walked in. The place grew a bit more quite as people stood by to watch him walk in and take his seat. Little did he know that they were all actually looking at the beauty behind him. A girl dressed head to tow in leather, large black biker boots and a red bandana to top it all off. You.
When you got to the bar, he helped you by the hips up into the bar stool and kissed you.
"Steve. Steve, hey bud, thats-thats her."
Witout looking up Steve replied to Two with, "Yeah thats her."
"Whats she doign running around with Shepard?" Pony asked.
"She just, couldnt handle the Randle." Steve said flexing his arms and leaning back in his seat.
Not long after Steve caught himself watching You and Tim. Tim had a phone call to take, and when he came back he slipped on his jacket and got ready to leave. You stopped him asking him where he was going and he told you it wasnt your buissness. You tried arguing but instead he pecked you on the cheek and left without another word. You sat there in shock, and distraught from what had just happened.
Dallas came back to the gangs table and leaned over to Steve. "Thats your que."
"I cant just go over there, what about Tim?"
"Oh trust me, Tim is occupied at the moment and he wont be a problem anymore. Dont think we havent seen how you look at her all the time. Just go, dont thank me in public though."
Steve nodded, hesitantly got up and stood next to your chair, leaning on the bar.  You felt uncomfortable at first, you knew he was standing there but acted like you had no clue.
"What are you doing to yourself (Y/N)?" Steve turned to look at you.
Without looking up from the drink you had ordered you answered, "I dont know what your talking about."
"Oh come one. Leather, black, leather, leather, red, bandana. I know this not you." He was pointing out each article of you new clothing.
"Well it is now."
"Jesus, come o-."
"Listen maybe the me you remeber was sweet and cute or whatever, but shes gone now. OK? So just deal." You finally turned to him and saw the look of horror on his face from when began to yell.
His look of horror turned to a look of pity. "I know you dont want to admit it, but you miss the old you. The you that you could be while we were together."
He saw your face soften as you glanced back at your drink. "The you that used to walk into a bar like you owned the place.......

So that one was another unfinished one.....Im sorry for any spelling errors. I love you guys!!!!!!