The Outsiders Imagines, Preferences and One Shots

Sodapop Imagine

A/N: Requested on Instagram this morning and it took me forever to write! Hope you like it! More to come tomorrow, and remember: feel free to DM me if you want one!

Imagine:

You're sitting on the couch watching TV when you hear your boyfriend Soda storm in and slam the door. "Hi, sweetie! Dinner's ready!" You call, walking over to him.

"I'm not hungry. I think I'm just going to go to bed," is his response. You look at the clock, it's only 6:30, so obviously something's wrong. You follow him into the bedroom that the two of you share and stand in the doorway while he changes into his pajamas. When he pulls up the blankets and lays down, you walk in.

"What's wrong, Sodapop?" You ask him, crawling in next to him. He puts his arms around you.

"Nothing, sweetie. Why don't you go eat dinner," he suggests. 

"Because I want to make sure you're ok, honey. What's up?" You ask him. He doesn't say anything. He seems tense, so you kiss him, in hopes of getting him to loosen up a little bit. Finally, he cracked a little smile.

"Did something happen at work or something?" You ask. No response, but a nod.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. What was it?" You ask, kissing him again.

"It was nothing," He says, upset again.

"Soda..." You don't like him hiding things from you.

"Fine... I didn't want to tell you, but I kinda got fired," He says quietly. You pull back.

"What? How?!" You ask him. You have total mixed emotions right now, confused, nervous, sad and annoyed at the same time. But still, you feel bad for your cute boyfriend. Something really bad must have happened at the DX today. You know how much he loves working there, and how careful he always is. He sighs before responding.

"Some Socs came in, and they were yelling about a girl and calling her names and stuff. I found out who it was, and I got angry so I... I punched one of 'em," He says. You can tell that girl is obviously you, and feel sort of responsible now. You don't even ask what they were saying.

"I'm sorry, Sodapop. We can work it out, though. We can both get new jobs, better ones!" You try to cheer him up.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just really like working at the gas station, though," He says, sadly. You snuggle up to his nice, warm body, and his arms wrap around yours. You fit perfectly together, and it's how you always want to stay.

He plants his lips on the top of your head and whispers, "I love you, honey," and you both drift off to sleep together.