||The Outsiders|| Oneshots + Imagines

How You Met

(These are in first-person. Most of my writing will be)

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Dally:  I was out pretty late, as usual. Walking the streets alone didn't scare me, even if I was a grease. The only thing I could hear was the soft breeze whistling past my face. With no destination set in mind, I turned the corner on the sidewalk. Down the street was a tuff looking car making its way towards me. Out of their territory again I see.

Shit. Socs.

I was about to turn on my heel and run for it, but it was far too late. The car parked next to me and four Socs got out. Trying to act tough, I shoved my hands into my jeans and put a hard look on.

"Would you look at that. A greasy girl who doesn't dress like a filthy broad!" one of them chimed. Hell, he wasn't wrong. I'd never really liked wearing short skirts and makeup like the other girls I knew. Honestly, a good pair of skinny jeans and a tee-shirt was my idea of style. But them calling the other girls filthy got on my nerves.

The Socs were surrounding me under a streetlight, but I didn't give in by showing fear. From the corner of my eye, I saw one getting closer. "Get back! Don't you dare touch me!" I yelled.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. "C'mon, we only wanna have a bit of fun, doll." his breath reeked of alcohol. A shrew of laughter from them all suffocated me. 

"You'd better back off of her." a deep voice threatened. Everyone's head turned to see a shadowed figure. All that could be seen of him was the shine of his heater.

"L-let's go!" I watched them file back into their fancy car and drive off. I was left alone with my mystery hero. He walked into the light of the streetlight and I was taken aback at what I saw. He wore a sly grin as he showed me the empty clip of his heater. Gosh, he was handsome. I could have gotten lost in his brown eyes. 

"Thanks for that," I said turning to walk home.

"Hey," he called out "You got a name?" 

I stopped and turned to face him again. "(Y/N) (L/N), and you?"

"Dallas Winston. You can call me Dally," Dally came up to me and slung his arm around my shoulders, "Let me walk you home, (Y/N)."

Sodapop: All of my friends loved to hang out at the DX. I never understood why, so I never went with them. Today I had nothing going on and I was bored. I asked if I could tag along, and they practically dragged me out of my house because of how excited they were.

"What's the rush?" I asked.

"You gotta see him!" one friend nearly shrieked.

"Him?"

We made it there quick, and I was out of breath. There was already another group of girls there: Socs. I felt a bit intimidated, considering the fact that all of us were greasy girls. The Socs surrounded something (Or someone), chatting and giggling. My friends continued to usher me closer and closer until I saw the reason we were here. 

Damn. What a sight for sore eyes he was. His smile was so bright it could replace the sun. And an added bonus, hair grease;  He must be one of us... Or not. Instantly I felt angry that I went with. What was I thinking, us greasers can't have anything this nice. And all of those Socs there is proof that he's not a grease.

I shoved everyone out of my way and stormed off. Hell, I can find something more fun than staring at something I can't have. I leant against an old brick building to cool off a bit. I stared at my feet trying to get my mind off of what happened. A shadow moved into my vision and I shot my head up.