(A/N: No I'm not dead but I wish I was)
"Please, Soda. I can help you."
"No, y/n. I can't. I just- I can't."
It was a warm day and Sodapop and I were in the lot, enjoying the day.
"Soda, baby. You give up too easy. I can help you. I really can."
I was also convincing Soda not to drop out of school.
"I'm too dumb for it. I can't do nothing."
"Come on, you're being too negative. Look around, baby. Look at life." I said, stretching my arm out and pointing in all directions.(A/N: I'm never gonna stop putting references in here guys I'm sorry)
Sodapop sighed, a sadness filling his gorgeous eyes. "What if I get made fun of for my name?"
"Sodapop! You have one of the tuffest names ever. Besides, what will someone talking about your name do for anyone?" I stared at the side of his face.
Soda twiddled at a piece of grass on the ground.
"Besides, I'll be there for you." (A/N :D)
"Promise me you won't go for a Soc?"
I snuggled up to his side, where he pulled his arm around me.
"I wouldn't ever."
"Wanna go grab a chocolate milk?" Soda grinned down at me.
"Of course, honey."
Soda and I walked hand in hand down to the diner.
"Tomorrow we start studying. Thank you." I said, walking in the diner while Soda held the door open.
Soda groaned. "Fine."
Of course, he brings me joy.
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The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences
FanfictionNOT TAKING REQUESTS(As in no specific names, the imagines will always be in Y/N format) If you came here looking for a badass tomboy in every chapter, guess you'll have to look somewhere else. Sometimes, Soc x Greaser. Sorry.
