Just preferences about the greasers in the outsiders! ☼ THESE PREFERENCES CAN BE BOTH NOW A DAY GREASERS AND BACK THEN GREASERS. I'm gonna mix it up a little ☻ ☼

Pick your favorite greaser and read what their preferences are! I'm open to any requests for preferences! Message me anytime if you have a request and I will definitely do it!:)

Just some imagines for the outsiders (: In process of editing** may take a while**

Fallon Skyes is an eighteen year old who doesn't know what to do with her life. Her mom is a politician who isn't home for most of the day and her dad died when she was just five years old. With her mom pregnant from a one night stand, Fallon can't help but be disgusted in her mom's choices and wants nothing to do with her. Senior year is halfway done and Fallon and her two best friends Aspen and Monica are making the most of it - until Mr. Payne enters the picture at least. Mr. Payne, a twenty-three year old that recently graduated college with a teaching degree, and he gets a job teaching at a high school in California. With Fallon's luck, she has two periods with Mr. Payne, Physical Education and Study Hall. Will Fallon's senior year be change dramatically, and most of all will she be changed too?

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.