S. E. Hilton owns all the characters.
"NO!!!!!"
I screamed as Lucy tackled me to the floor. I clawed at the carpet, but she wouldn't let me go. She flipped me over to face her.
"Please, Lucy," I sobbed, "whatever I did to you I'm sorry. Please don't do this, Lucy, please."
"Oh, it's gonna happen whether you like it or not," She huffed. "Now, tell me..."
I closed my eyes, shielding myself from what torture tool she held in her hands.
"Are you going to wear the black, long-sleeve shirt or the dark, red turtleneck?"
Lucy held up each shirt with her hands. I screamed and finally pushed her off of me. I threw myself on top of my bed and threw my pillows at her.
"[Y/N], you're going out with us, and that's final!" She huffed, growling a little when a flying pillow messed up her hair.
"No," I snapped, throwing another pillow. "Why can't I stay home? Alone. Away from the world."
Lucy growled again. Turk watched us from his bed on the windowsill, eyes following the pillows flying through the air. She jumped onto the bed with me and tackled me again.
"[Y/N], we both know this has nothing to do with the world and it's Saturday. You love going to the movies on Saturdays," She said before smirking. "The only thing that's different is that he's gonna be there."
I hit the side of her head with an extra fluffy pillow. She stared at me like she really was ready to kill me this time.
"Lucy, please..." I pleaded. Lucy smiled and patted my head before getting off of me and walking over to my closet.
"I'm afraid it's too late, darling. I already told Steve you were coming, and it just so happens that Soda was there when I brought the news," She turned around and winked at me. "He asked me to pass on a message."
I sat up, gaping at her. "And you're just telling me now?"
"Yep," She popped the p.
Turk came up and pressed his head against my hand, asking me to pet him. I picked him up, gave him a kiss on the head, and placed him in my lap.
"What...what did he say?" I asked, petting Turk.
"He said something about being sorry if he did anything wrong and that he had a fun time with you anyway. Also, he said he'd be really happy if you joined us for the movies."
I bit my lip. Great. How can I say no to that?
I turned back to Lucy.
"Can you hand me those jeans? The ones on your right."
"I can't believe you're making me do this," I hissed, brushing invisible dust off my clothes for the fifth time since we arrived.
"I didn't do anything. You came here out of your own free will," She chirped, taking a bite out the popcorn we bought.
A hand reached out from behind her and went to grab some popcorn from our bucket. I snatched his wrist, gave a sharp tug, and pulled the guy forward till I heard a satisfying groan of his lower body hitting the back of the seats.
"Here's a tip for the future, buddy. You want popcorn? Buy your own," I snapped. Lucy looked over her shoulder and gasped.
"Two-Bit!" She put the popcorn on the chair next to her and leaned over her own to get a good look at him. "Are you okay?"
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The Outsiders Imagines
Short StoryLast week my class had finished the book, The Outsiders, by S.E. Hilton. I loved it. My friends loved it. Everybody in the entire class loved it. We also watched the movie and we all had to look away when Pony just had his hair cut and bleached. Any...
