The Outsiders Preferences/Imagines

Steve Imagine

This is for emriecurtis 💛

Your name is Emrie Curtis, and you're 16 years old. You grew up with the gang and you were all very close. It's difficult to be Soda's twin sister without fitting into the gang. When you were younger, you maybe were considered the pet of the group because you were the only girl, but that changed quickly seeing as how you could have fun and handle yourself just as well as the next.

You and Soda got along better than anyone, so you were also very close with Steve, seeing as he was Soda's best friend. However, it seemed to you that the older you got, the more awkward things became. You didn't let this prevent you from doing things with the gang though, you just looked past it and assumed you were reading too far into it.

You reminded yourself to stop thinking these exact thoughts as you made your way to the DX for your shift that morning. Usually you'd be laughing and holding conversation with Soda, but he had the day off today, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you approached the small convenient store, you noticed that Steve wasn't there yet either. You felt a small pang of disappointment but swiftly brushed it off. Your hands worked efficiently to unlock the doors and open up the shop. You hummed a little tune as you grabbed a magazine to read and made your way behind the counter. You had waited around for about fifteen minutes until you saw Steve approach the DX through the window. The two of you made eye contact, and offered a small nod and wave in the other's direction. You both then directed your attention back to the task at hand.

As the quiet morning continued on, you found yourself getting distracted with thoughts of Steve. You remembered how he looked that morning, running into the lot with his shirt unbuttoned, and his hair carefully greased. You pictured him when he walks into the store for a break and a Coke, shiny with sweat and grease from the cars, and flashing you the occasional smile. Or even how his muscles were showcased when he would arm wrestle with Soda. These images danced in your head as you focused less and less on the magazine in your hand.

You cut the images out of your brain quickly, cursing yourself for thinking about him that way. You weren't sure why Steve had distanced himself from you, but you sure thought he had done a good job of it. Because of his uninterested demeanor, you didn't want to admit to yourself that you might actually have feelings for him.

You snapped out of your daze suddenly. Taking a quick glance at the time, you realized it was already four o'clock. You were shocked to see that you had spent hours thinking of him. You had barely heard the bell chime, when Steve walked in through the door. You rejoiced slightly in your mind, because he looked just as good as you'd remembered, though today his brow was furrowed. You wondered what had him in a bad mood.

"Hey Steve, what's on your mind?" you asked him sincerely. Steve was the type of guy that was always down for a good time, and loved cracking jokes almost as much as Two-Bit, so it was unusual to see him upset.

Nothing Emrie, just been distracted today" he answered shortly. He then stopped to take a Coke out of the fridge and pop it open. Growing tired of how dismissive he'd been to you lately, you tried to keep the conversation going. You were once really close, and it was becoming disheartening.

"Well, assuming it's something to do with a car...could I help?" you suggested casually. It was only now that he looked at you.

"No Emrie," he said shaking his head "it'd be best if you just left me alone."

You were starting to get frustrated. You had never done anything to make him act this way towards you. You had been friends, and now he seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. You didn't want to ignore this feeling any longer.

"Okay Steve, what is going on with you recently? We used to hang out together all the time! Now you avoid me as much as possible!" You didn't want to sound needy or annoying, but he wasn't making any sense.

"Emrie,  don't do that" he replied coldly.

"I'm not trying to do anything but be there for you Steve. I simply offered to help you with that car! I just wanted to help you because you were distracted!" You hadn't realized you were yelling at this point. Your face was turning red as you grew more aware of the feelings you truly did hold for him.

"I'M DISTRACTED BY YOU!" he shouts. Instantly his face turns red, the shock of what he just said made clear by the expression on his face. Your head shot directly at him after he said this.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He'd barely talk to you, and now that he does he's yelling that he's too busy thinking about you? "Maybe I can't handle the Randle" you think.

He's looking right at you now, your eyes locked on each other's. You were about to start in again on how he's been avoiding you, but he spoke up first.

"I mean, come on Emrie. Everyday you walk in here with your DX shirt buttoned low and your smile bright. Not to mention those tight little jeans you wear, and the jokes you crack. How can I not be distracted? But I can't do anything because you're Soda's sister and he's my best pal." He looked surprised with himself for actually saying something like that. You were surprised too, not only because he'd said something like that after being so distant, but also because Steve wasn't much for talking that way to girls. While you wanted to focus on the sweet words, your thoughts traveled to the shirt you had on. There was a moment of confliction when you weren't sure if you wanted to button it some, or undo one. Instead you quickly pushed away the thoughts that had raced through your head in those few seconds and focused back in on Steve. The way he was standing there, looking uncomfortable with the words he had just spoken.

You decided to be bold, and gave him a little smirk.

"Who says it's up to Soda?" you speak slyly. As the words drip from your mouth, you find yourself moving closer to him, noting the scent of grease and chocolate coming off of him. You're right next to each other now, face to face as you flash him a smile and bite your lip. You pull him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him passionately, but sweet. It takes him a moment to respond, but he finds himself kissing back, a bit rough too.

You don't take a break from making out as he bends over slightly to lift you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries you over to the counter, setting you down without being too gentle. Your hands wrap around his neck as he stands between your legs, pulling you closer into his waist. His calloused hands had started to creep up under your shirt.

Before things could go any further, the bell chimed at the front door. You pulled away and blushed deeply. Quickly sliding behind the counter, you looked to see who it was. Tim had entered the convenient store, to talk to Steve about something with his car.  However, seeing the heated display he'd walked into only moments before, he gave an awkward nod with a smug look on his face and left again.

You and Steve looked back at each other, not knowing what to say. Neither of you had expected that to happen, and you both were hoping the other wasn't just in the heat of the moment. As appreciated as the exchange was, the  looks on your faces expressed that you both knew that the interruption ruined the mood. You looked at the clock, seeing that it was time to close. You blushed as you stepped out from behind the counter and began to close up. Steve just stood there waiting, finishing his Coke.

It only tool you a minute to be ready to leave, and Steve held the door open for you, locking it behind him as he exited. You didn't say anything on the way back the the Curtis house, but the silence was comfortable. One of you would occasionally shoot the other a warm glance. You could tell he was feeling a bit cocky about having you under his arm, and would casually try to cop a feel here and there. Your steps carried you further to your destination, his hand grabbing your butt all the way home.

A/N: Hope you like it! Sorry if the introduction was a little crappy. I couldn't help myself, and threw in a "can't handle the Randle" lmao. Be sure to leave requests for more imagines! 💛