The Outsiders Imagines

Sweet Sodapop Imagine

"I don't know, Soda...." You said quietly. Sodapop Curtis had just asked you out on a date. Even though he was handsome and sweet, you weren't sure you wanted to go out with him. He was a greaser, and you were a Soc. You had nothing against greasers, but you knew that if you went out with Soda, all the Socs would pester him and hurt him. You looked back up at Soda and saw his pleading face. You couldn't help but smile. "Yes. I'll go on a date with you."

Sodapop's eyes lit up as he started to grin. "YESS!!!" He jumped up in the air, laughing. You joined in, watching Sodapop Curtis freak out about going on a date with you. He calmed down and looked at you. "Okay," he said, catching his breath. "I'll pick you up at 8:00."

You nodded and turned away to walk home. Skipping down the street with happiness, the blue mustang stopped next to you.

"Y/N," Randy said, rolling down the passenger window. "Wanna go to the beach blast with us?"

Bob was in the drivers seat, wearing all of his fancy rings. Those rings sure would hurt if someone was scratched by them, you thought, admiring the sharp edges.

"I can't, sorry. I've got plans," you told the boys. "maybe next weekend."

"Aw c'mon, what could you possibly be doing thought that's better than the beach blast?" Bob whined.

You sighed. "I have a date. I'll see you later," you proceeded to walk away, but they followed you with their car.

"A date? With who?" Randy asked, curiously.

"You don't know him. But he's really cool and I'm not missing this date. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow," you explained, still walking away. Bob shrugged and turned the car around, heading off in the opposite direction.

There was a knock at the door. You ran down the stairs and opened the door, smiling at Soda. You were wearing a white top and blue, just above the knees skirt. You looked at him and observed his black tuxedo and roses he was holding.

"Aw, Soda, you didn't have to get me flowers," you insisted, as he handed the dozen of roses to you. You took a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful smell of the flowers. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, and it's fancy. So make the most of it," he told you with a smile as you walked out to the car. You hopped in and examined the new surroundings. A fast food cup on the floor, along with a bunch of papers and other random stuff.

"Sorry about the mess," Soda said, embarrassed. "This is my brother's car. I would've taken Steve's, which is nicer, but he's out with his girlfriend."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine. You should see my dad's car," you jokes, trying to make him feel better about it.

Once you got in the restaurant, you were seated by a waiter and looked at the menus. They had a lot of good food here, but you wondered if it was expensive for Soda. Should you pay? You knew about Sodapop's life, him and his brother working all the time to keep up with the bills and raise his little brother.

You decided to order something simple, spagehetti and meatballs. Soda ordered some steak dinner. Once your meals arrived, you were silent for the first couple of minutes.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Soda insisted, resting his fork on his plate. "What's your family like? What do you want to do when you're older?"

Soda was so cute, you thought to yourself. He seemed to really care about you.

"Well," you began, taking a deep breath. "I live with only my dad, my mom died two years ago. I have a little sister, who's about Ponyboy's age, and an older brother. When I'm older..... I have no idea what I wanna be when I'm older. What about you?"

"I wanna do something with cars," Soda said, after taking a sip of his Pepsi. You nodded and kept eating.

"Um, Soda, can I ask you something?" You broke the silence. He looked up at you and nodded. "Well, um, what happened to your parents?"

Sodapop's face sunk. "Oh, they were in an auto wreck. They were driving and a train collided into the car. Who did your mom die?"

You looked down and sighed. Looking back at Soda, you said, "She was sick."

You and Soda kept talking and talking, until you were done eating. After dinner, he took you to the park. You had a race to the swings.

"Thanks for going on a date with me, y/n," Soda said softly.

"No problem, Sodapop."

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You nodded, and the next thing you knew, you were kissing Sodapop Curtis