Sorry mom, I'm in love with a Greaser ~ the outsiders ~ greasers x reader

Chapter Six

You get out of your bed quickly, rushing downstairs to see what the crash was. You run into the dining room. You saw your dad standing over someone who was laying down on the floor. Blood was pouring out of a hole in the mans jeans. He had been shot. Your dad was standing over him, aiming a shot gun at his face. Shocked, you pushed your dad out the way, making him step backwards. You look at the man and recognise him immediately.

Dallas Winston.

You couldn't speak. He was curled up, holding his bleeding leg.
"Don't just stand there you dipshits, take me to a damn hospital!" He commands us.
"Not so fast, you broke in and entered my property, I could shoot you right now", your dad says, trying to scare him.
"I came to return your money, I-", he begins,
"You stole my money?" Your dad shouts, crouching down next to him, moving the shotgun closer.
"Dad-" you start to say, and get cut off by Dallas groaning loudly.
"Were you really returning it Dallas?" You ask him in a soft voice.
"Yes", he grabs a wad of bank notes from his hand them to you, you then give them back to your dad
"How did you get in in the first place?", you dad asks.

You look down, knowing what was about to happen
"Your daughter let me in", he smirks at your father.
"What the hell y/n, the one rule-".
"I know, I know dad and I'm sorry. He was being nice and bringing me flowers-"
"He brung you flowers?" You dad asks, raising his voice.
"Yeah, I sure did." Dallas says, still being cocky.
Your dad then reaches down and grabs him by the collar.
"Don't you ever go near my daughter again. And y/n, if I ever hear of you seeing this greaser again, you'll be sent to live with your auntie, back in Australia".
You don't know what to say. You're scared.

"Y/n, call an ambulance please". You rush over to the phone and dial 911. Dallas lay there, still clutching his leg. You finish describing what happened to the man on the phone and turned back to Dallas. Your dad had left the room.

"Are you oka-" you begin.
"Yeah I'm fine", he says, sharply.
You sit down onto the wood floor next to him.
He then looks up into your eyes.
"I promise that I only came here to apologise and give the money back and I didn't realise that your parents were home and I wanted to surprise you", he says, a puppy dog look in his eyes.
"Well I am certainly surprised", you say, smiling.

After a few more minutes of chatting, the ambulance came and Dallas got lifted into it.
"Be careful with him, please", you told one of the doctors that were hauling him to the back of the ambulance on a stretcher.

You went back inside.

A few days passed. You hadn't seen the gang for a few days because you were grounded. You were extremely bored. You wanted to get a job.

You left your house, wearing a red crop top and high waisted blue mom jeans with rips all the way up the thigh. You loved wearing clothes like this because you always caught boys eyes. You secretly loved it.

You walked down the road to the other side of town, the east side. You saw a building and walked towards it. "The dingo", what's that you though. You went to go and walk up to the entrance but saw dozens of scrappy cars parked outside. Men in leather jackets and weans were hanging around outside. A thin man looked in your direction.
"Who's that?" You heard him say to the man next to him, who was shorter but a lot bulkier.
"I don't know. HEY LADY!" He shouts, waving in your direction.

You went up to them. For some reason you weren't scared.
"What's a beautiful soc women like you doing down here?" The shorter man asks.
"Yeah, what he said", the other one said
"I'm not a soc... I- I'm not really a greaser either. I'm not sure that I am. I don't really fit it." You stutter.
Both men smile at you.
"Well you can come down here anytime you want", the shorter man said.
"Thankyou. I speak to a gang of greasers, actually-" you begin.
"Who?" The taller man butts in.
The shorter one knocks him, because he butted in.
"Darrel Curtis and his brothers, Johnny, Dallas Winston ermmm Steve Randle, Twobit Matt-"
"Old Darry, of course we know them! Tell them we said hi, the names Tim Shepard".
"And my name-" the taller one says but Tim cuts him off.
"What's yours?" He says.
"Y/n",
"Well nice to meet you, sweethart" he says.

You smile and walk past them into the Dingo, you see that there's a bar, you walk up to the man serving the bar. He's also greaser looking.
"Do you guys have any jobs for people under the age of 21?" You ask.
"No, sorry darlin" he says in a gruff tone.
You nod and then walk out.

You walk down the street, trying to find somewhere else where they might have jobs.
You look across the road and see a building called DX. It looked like some kind of garage. You know a bit about cars. Before your dad because rich, he used to buy cars, fix them up and sell them on, so you know a little.

You walk through the entrance and see a man sat on a stool with a spanner in his hand. He had greasy black hair that had fallen forward and was resting on his forehead.
"Excuse me-"
"What?", he says, without even looking up at you.
"I-" you begin.
He then looks up and you and his eyes widen.
"Sorry doll, I thought you were one of my workers".
"It's okay. I was wondering if you had any jobs open?" You say, hopefully.
"Well actually, we do since Rob left." He says, smiling.
He motions for you to follow him. He takes you to a rusty old Plymouth, and you recognise it immediately. Twobits car.
"If you want this job, you need to be able to fix up engines."
Before he had even finished his sentence, you had the oil cap open and a spanner trying to unblock it. It took you a few minutes.
"Done", you say, standing back.
The man and a few other men that were standing behind me while I was working, (I don't believe they were looking at the car, while I was bending over") laughed in disbelief.
One of the men got in Twobits Plymouth and started up the engine and it started perfectly.
"How-" The man said
"Well you have got the job, you just need to sign a few papers. I'm George, by the way", he says, holding his hand out. You shake it, smiling.
"First shift is tomorrow, at 2pm", he says.
You smile and walk out of the DX.

You had a spring in your step all the way home. You were really excited. You went to sleep early that night, eager to start your new job the next day.

Little did you know who else worked at DX...