Title says all (: COMPLETED JULY 10, 2016

im bored, not good at writing and its 10:47 on a thursday night so what do i decide to do.. try and write smut for the outsiders probs not gonna get any reads but who cares lol but if some how someones reading my story hi welcome if you want one for some reason just comment or message me name: hair/eye color: greaser: plot: and anything else also all the greasers and socs if i use them belong to S.E HINTON oh and some are gonna be 'real' and some are just gonna be plain stupid so you can laugh lol

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

You have a best friend. That best friend is a guy. You have feelings for that guy. That guy likes a girl. That girl isn't you.

So there's this guy hitting on you. Maybe you're hitting on him too. He's on the other side. What do you do?

Sweet little Johnny. How could he fall in love? He couldn't. That's what everybody else thinks, anyways.

Y/N just moved to Tulsa with your parents. You know nobody besides one person there Y/F/N ,until the night you saw this guy. Dallas Winston, the local bad boy. Your friend warns you to steer clear of him but will you listen?

***Completed: I had written out a wedding scene but didn't feel like finishing it*** You stood with your back against the lamp post, trying not to break down in the middle of the street. Based on how dark it was out, it was probably around three in the morning- nobody would be able to see if you started crying. But it didn't matter to you. Because Greasers don't cry. They're not supposed to- it doesn't meet their personality, their stereotype. "You okay, kid?" You could recognize the voice who asked those three simple, infuriating words. You kept your head down and balled your fists, wishing that he would get the hint that you didn't want to talk. "Go away, Winston." "Come on, kid, I just want to make sure that you're okay." You could feel him place a hand on your shoulder- a gentle touch that gave a sense of genuine care. "Like hell you do," you reply, shrugging your shoulder so that his hand fell away. "None of you dumbass Greasers care about nothing but girls and cars and smoking pot behind the cops' backs. You guys are self-centered, righteous assholes. I can see why the Socs hate you losers so fucking much."