The Outsiders Imagines

Steve (2)

                                  You had been dating Steve for a little over a year, and everyday you fell a little more in love with him. You fell a little more in love with grease stained shirts and complicated swirls in hair and chocolate cake and Steve. You fell more in love with Steve. That was until recently. He had been taking more time at the DX and when he wasn't there he was with the gang, almost avoiding you. Of course, you loved the gang, but Steve started asking you not to come. Was he bringing another girl over there? Would the gang tell you?

"Steve where have you been?" You asked curiously as he walked in one night. 

"What's it to you?" He smarted harshly. 

"Excuse me?" You raised your voice, standing from the couch. Since your parents weren't home you'd been letting him crash to stay away from his dad. 

"You heard me."

"I was just hoping I hadn't heard you correctly," you scolded. 

"Well you did," He brushed off, as if it were nothing. You never fought with Steve, and even if so it was never harsh just a disagreement. You shouldn't go to the rumble or you needed to study not flirt. Never this. 

"Well the Steve I know wouldn't be so rude to the girl who's letting him crash at her house."

"Well maybe you don't know me!" He snapped. You got closer to him, so close you could feel his breath on your face as he glared down at you. 

"Why don't you tell me what I don't know? Like where you've been or what you're doing with the gang or if you're even with the gang. Why don't you tell me why you can't stand me so much and maybe I can enlighten you on worrying about me," You gritted through teeth and his breathing got faster. 

"You don't need to know," He gritted back. 

"What secrets are you keeping from me? Who are you seeing behind my back?"

"You know me better," He growled, his eyes ablaze with anger. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn't get over the fact that he couldn't answer your questions. 

"Supposedly I don't know you at all. Maybe you don't know me either," You growled back, trying to stand your ground. 

                                   Memories started filling your brain, like all those late night rides when you couldn't sleep or the flirting in the DX or when he'd hug you and you'd squeal because grease was all over you now. You remembered all those cheesy pickup lines and moves he used on you that would send you into a giggling fit and he'd just beam at you. You remembered your first kiss and cuddling watching movies and patching him up after a rumble and making each other laugh. Making each other happy. You thought you knew Steve Randle. 

"If you think I don't know you then tell me why I know this." You looked back at him, tears filling your eyes. "Tell me why I know that you love to eat Twizzlers because you can imagine someone grabbing the other end and having a Lady and the Tramp scene. Tell me why I know that you're terrified of storms, heights and ending up alone. Your favorite season is Winter and you love to drink hot chocolate in blanket forts because it makes you forget about the world. Tell me why I know that you get a little scared I'll wreck during a drag race but you love seeing the smile on my face so you go every time. That your favorite flower daffodil and your middle name is Ash and that you hate the doctor because you hate when people see you vulnerable but fuck out of all the people I've seen cry you're the cutest. Tell me why I know you love me."

                               You were in tears at this point and his face had finally softened. 

"But do you love me?" You asked. 

"Of course, baby girl." He brought you into a hug and those strong arms made you feel well again. 

"I was just sca-" you were cut off. 

"I'm not seeing anyone else. I'm working overtime because I'm trying to save up to get a place of  my own. I'm always with the gang because Darry's paying me to help him around over there and I've been irritable because I didn't know how to tell you I want you to live with me when I get the money," He explained.  "And fuck I love you." You laughed sadly. 

"Ditto, kiddo," You replied, even though he's older than you by a few months. He rolled his eyes and brought you into a kiss. 

This is the Steve I know.