The Outsiders Preferences

Your Insecure

Dallas: You guys were planning on heading out to Buck's for one of his wild parties. You worked your ass off to barely afford this new dress that you wanted to surprise Dal with. You finished getting dressed and you stepped into the mirror. You immediately could point out all of your flaws. You bad hair, your acne, and worst of all your fatness. You could practically see it reeking all over you like a bad smell. "Well, there goes tomorrow's meal," you said out loud. You continued to look at yourself in the mirror. "And next week's," you concluded. "Damn. If I knew you were going to wear that we wouldn't even be heading there at all," you heard a male voice say behind you. You already knew it was Dal and knowing him, there was probably a big ass smirk on his face. "Yeah right," you rolled your eyes and looked for your purse. "In fact...." Dal trailed off. "Nope. Trust me. You do not want to see what is underneath this dress," I warned him. I immediately regretted what I said because of what Dal might say next. "And why not?" Dal asked. "Because I'm fat okay? There I said it. I'm fat and you want to know what is happening next week? No eating so I could loose some weight. Finally, look good enough for you," you said the last part underneath your breath, but it turns out Dally heard it anyways. "Look. You're not fat for God's sake. I don't get why girls always think that there are fat when they could be a stick," Dal started. "Dal. I do-" you started, but you were cut off, by Dal spinning you around and kissing you. "You aren't fat. You are the most beautiful, wildest chic I met," Dal said. For a second, you swore you saw his usually icy eyes turn warm. "I'm sorry," you told him, while putting your head down. "Don't be. In fact, I'm going to show you how beautiful you are because you are to blind to see," Dal told you with a smirk. "I don't get a say in this. Do I?" you ask. Dal shook his head and continued kissing you. Lets just say you never made it to that party ;)

Sodapop: You were always insecure. Hell why wouldn't you be? You were dating one of the most gorgeous boys in the whole entire town. All the girls fell for him. He was good looking and kind and you were just...... blah. You were thinking about this as you were walking to the DX (a.k.a. the jealousy session for you). As you walked in, Soda's face immediately brightened as he made his way through the group of girls and headed towards you. You put on a smile, as he came over and kissed you. When you pulled back, you saw the girls giving glares to you. "How's my favorite girl?" Soda asked you as he practically dragged you towards the back room. "Could be better," you muttered underneath your breath. Soda turned around and stared at you. You were looking at the ground thinking, not noticing him staring at you. Once you did notice, you gave him the best smile you could muster. He walked faster past the cash register, into the employee room, and then closed the door behind him. "Alright. What is it?" he asked with a smile. "Nothing. I'm perfectly fine as I said before," you lied. "Yeah right. You can't lie to me. I am unlieable," Soda told you. "That isn't even a word," you replied as you started to smile. "There is that smile I love. Now come on. Tell me what is it," Soda begged. When he saw you not talking he started tickling me and told you he wouldn't stop until you told him. "Fine! Fine! I'll tell you," I gasp out. I caught my breath before I continued, "There are a million girls out there and I still don't understand why you chose me. I'm nothing....beautiful. In fact, I think I would be the ugliest girl you could've ever chosen," I confessed. I looked away so I wouldn't see the look on his face. "Man I don't think we lookin at the same person 'cause what I see is probably the most beautifulest girl that has ever walked this Earth. I don't care about those other girls. They mean nothing to me. You're the only girl in my life. The most beautifulest and kindest girl in my life," Soda explained to me. "I know you're going to far with the kindest part," I tell him. Soda starts laughing. Then he kissed me and kept our foreheads touching when he pulled back. "Don't ever say that you aren't beautiful again," Soda said softly. "I promise," I returned while smiling.

Steve: You were watching a movie with Steve at your place. You heard from some friends that Steve called you clingy, so you were trying not to cuddle up with him much and always found an excuse to get up as soon as he put his arm around you. You felt kind of bad seeing the confused-hurt look on his face, but you had to keep strong. You couldn't lose him over something like this. You didn't want your relationship to end up like how your parent's has. Your father also accused your mom of being too clingy. You were nearly falling asleep and then you felt a pair of arms around you. Again. "You know what? I think I forgot something in the kitchen. Lemme go check," you told Steve as you try to wiggle out of his grip and get up. "Nope, stay here. You've been getting up the whole time," Steve begged. "I know, but I also got a lot going on?" you told him. He looked at you suspiciously, but let you go anyways. You forgot what your excuse was and ended up heading towards your room instead of the kitchen. You laid down on your bed and just stared up at the ceiling. Eventually you fell asleep, forgetting about Steve. You woke up to two strong arms surrounding you again. You were about to try and get out of his grip, but then he just tightened it around you. "What did I do?" he asked you tiredly. "Nothing, I've just been busy," you lied. "You know I have a high bullshit radar and what your telling me is going off the charts," he told you. You laughed and started playing with his hair. "I'm serious, though. What did I do? I haven't been able to put my arms around you or nothing. Are we breaking up?" he asks. You could hear the fear in his voice. "No babe we're not. It's just that a couple of my friends heard you call me clingy to your friends and I didn't want to come off as that to you. So I tried to distance myself," you admitted. Steve shook his head before answering. "I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about my ex, Evie. She is the cling one, not you. I like the way your hug and cuddles. I wouldn't in a million years think about calling you that," Steve reassured you. "How about in a million and one year?" you asked him. He laughed and then kissed you. "What are your friends doing in my conversations anyways?" he asked.