𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 | the outsiders imagines.

love sick

"STEVE ! " you yell for the 5th time. you stand at his front door, the sun hitting right onto your face - making it feel as hot as an oven. the door finally swings open revealing steve.

he is wrapped in a blanket, his hair matted to his forehead with a box of tissues in his hands.

"sorry i didnt hear you y/n, i was taking a na-"

"aw baby, you're sick? why didn't you call me?" you gush, stepping into his house, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"cause, i've been sick?" he replies sarcastically.

you guys sit down on the couch. he leans his head on your shoulder as he lightly coughs. you couldn't help but feel bad. last week when you were sick steve came and took care of you like the gentleman of the boyfriend he is. he probably caught it when he was with you.

"hey, want some soup or something?"

"sure, thanks babe." you kiss him once more before getting up and walking into the kitchen and open the cabinets searching for a can of soup. you weren't that good of chef and steve knows that from past traumatic soup incidents.

the soup helped steve some. his cough had eased and he seemed sleepy as he lay cuddled besides you. the tv quietly plays reruns of leave it to beaver.

"hey steve?" you nudge his arm. he hums in response, his eyes closed, almost halfway alseep.

"i love you." you whisper into his ear. he turns his head towards you and opens his eyes. it was the first time you said those words to him.

"what?" he grins wildly. you couldn't help but giggle.

"i said, i love you steve randle."

"i love you too y/n l/n" he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he covers you both with his blanket.