The Outsiders Imagines

Preference: What Makes Him Blush Part 1

S. E. Hinton owns all the characters.

Darry: Darry's always been known as the hard worker of the group, so he's used to multitasking like crazy. So imagine that's he's caught in some funny scenario:

"Come on. Come on," Darry mutters under his breath. He was trying to close the door while balancing three bags of groceries in each hand (They're three boys living in one house. What'd ya expect?) and having to keep the gate open with one foot so it doesn't close and lock on him. Add a big ball and leotard and he'd look like a circus act.

So you just happen to walk by and see Darry in all his glory and you couldn't help but giggle. You walk right up to him and close the door for him, a smile spread across your face.

"You looked like you needed a little help," You say, taking all three grocery bags out of his hand and walk right past im, through the gate, and up the steps.

Darry trails after you, Blushing red and becoming a stuttering mess. "[Y/N], you don't have-Yes, I know I was- Seriously, you don't have to-Those don't go there I think I know my own kitchen-No, I am not goin' lie down!"

Sodapop: Ladies (And gentlemen), none of us can deny that a few eyebrows raised, a few jaws dropped, and a few heart rates sped up when we all saw Soda making his grand entrance from the bathroom. Now, let's put a twist:

P. S. Do try to hold back the nosebleeds. Thanks!

Soda muttered a curse under his breath when he felt a slight tug from his head which meant he had a knot. The warm water hit his back, causing him to shiver as it hit his cold skin. He worked his fingers through the knot and breathed easy when it was finally undone. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured a bit more into his hand and put it on his already shampoo-covered head. Soda dug underneath the top layer of his hair and scrubbed all the way down to his scalp.

Once all the shampoo was done the drain, he turned off the water and reached over to the side to grab his towel, but he was met with nothing.

Oh no, He thought, not again.

Soda listens in to hear the sounds of feet against the floor and the distant sound of a Mickey Mouse commerical. Everyone seemed to be up.

"Hey, can someone get me a towel!" He called out. "I forgot it again!"

So you were on the couch, eyes closed and an arm hanging over your eyes. You were busy last night for whatever reason and you were just trying to get some sleep, but that was becoming quite difficult. Since you arrived and fell face first onto the couch, both Steve and Dallas almost sat on you (Dallas sat on you for an entire minute before realizing you were there.), Two-Bit had raised the volume on the tv so loud that you had to throw something at him, Johnny was smoking a little bit too close to you and when you opened your eyes, there was a cigarette in your face, and Ponyboy had gotten mad about Darry complaining about his grades again so he threw his copy of Gone with The Wind at your face (By accident, of course.). How wonderful.

When you heard Sodapop yelling from the bathroom, you were just about done. Before anyone else could get up, you jump up from the couch, grab a towel from the closet, stomp over to the bathroom, and kick open the door.

Soda jumps slightly from the slam of the door hitting the wall and lets out a embarrased shriek when you swing open the curtain and throw the towel at him. He fumbles with it, trying as quickly as possible to get it around his waist.

You just look at him bored while he stares at you, face flushed. He even tried to cover up his chest and tried to angle his body so that most of it could hide behind the towel.