Grease Preferences And Imagines

Putzie Imagine

1960

         "Putzie, my gas light came on in my car when I was on my way home from college yesterday." I said, adjusting my hair. "I was wondering if you would want to go with me and grab a soda pop and an ice cream at the gas station with me."
           It was a hot spring day and here the weather reached a mere ninety degrees, warmer than the usual weather in May. The idea of a cool, crisp, drink followed by cold goodness in a cone appeared in my head, almost like it was telling me to buy it.
          Putzie, my boyfriend, was reading the newspaper on the latest high school football scores when a sight of pure excitement appeared on his face. "I'd love that! Isn't it like an oven out there?"
     I laughed. "It sure is, and ice cream is calling my name!"
         Putzie placed down the paper and went to grab his new pair of tennis sneakers and didn't bother putting on his iconic leather jacket. Quickly I sprinted to the kitchen to grab the keys and went outside. The mixture of heat from the sun and the humidity churned in my stomach.
         Immediately I turned on the car and blasted the air conditioning, even if my gas was low. Poor Putzie waited outside for me for two minutes and already seemed to break out a sweat.
       "I never seen it so hot Y/N!" He admitted, cranking the vents up. A chilly blast of air whipped across our faces as an annoying beep kept coming from the car.
           "Me neither Putz, it's like we are being baked alive!" I said.
          "Man, can we get to the station any quicker? An orange soda sounds grand right now!" He replied. Luckily for us, the local station was a five minute drive and the traffic was light.
        Once we pulled up, the people near the pumps immediately began to pump our gas as we went inside to pay and look at the selections of soda pops and ice creams.
         "Check out  that poster over there Y/N! Putzie pointed to a huge red Coca Cola poster. "It's a sign!"
        "I think that's a poster," I answered. "But it's pretty cool!"
      "No, it's a sign that I should now get a Coca Cola! Just look at that fizz!" He examined the poster like it was a painting.
        "I think I'm gonna get an (your favorite soda flavor)  soda babe, be right back," I said as I grabbed an cold one from the back where the flavored soda were located.
        When I came back, I saw Putzie with about six glass bottles of Coca Cola and a huge grin on his face.
       "Hey, nothing beats soda and ciggies, and miles well stock up on them!"
           "You do have a point, let's look at ice cream, shall we?" We walked over to the freezer box with everything from popsicles to ice cream sandwiches. Our mouths literally dropped when we saw the selection.
         After narrowing it between (your top two favorite ice cream treats), I decided on (your favorite). Putzie has less trouble, and went straight for a chocolate covered vanilla cone. I paid for our goods and came back to see my car with a full tank of fuel and the windows cleaned so clean, you can see the whole world upon them.
          "Thank you!" I waved on to the worker. Unfortunately, the gas station didn't have any seating for us to enjoy our ice cream, so it was a race against time for us to go home.
        "I think I felt a drip of cream down my arm," Putzie complained.
       "Babe I'm doing 30 in a 25, we are three minutes home." I stated.
         "Ahh got you!" He ruffled my hair as we both began to laugh.
      "You got me Putzie!"I admitted.
     Once we go home, we plopped on the couch with two glasses filled with ice and napkins. We violently unwrapped our labels and sucked up our cold treats like it was nothing. The taste of sweet cream exploded in my mouth as taste buds began to dance.
      "That hit the spot! Now I don't wanna go anything!" Putzie went over and turned on the television. "How about we watch movies for the rest of the day to cool down?"
          I nodded at his response and beside it being hotter than Australia, I snuggled right up to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. "Let's do this."

Sorry for the weird imagine I thought  of this when I was at my new job