"Man, those broads flirtin' with Soda drive me nuts." My boyfriend Steve groaned, jumping on to his bed next to me.
I lost my place in my book, so I closed it and set it on the nightstand next to me.
"Why's it bother you?" I asked, scooting closer to him. He put his arm around me.
"They come in, and they don't even buy nothin'."
I giggled. "In and out?" I asked.
"Yeah, like me and you last-"
"STEVE!" I gasped and slapped his shoulder. He laughed.
"I'm kidding. But seriously. They're all over him."
"Steve, are you sure this is about lost customers?" I asked, looking in to his gorgeous eyes.
Steve sighed. "Well, I mean... I feel like I'm losing my best buddy. He's more worried about those broads."
"Aw, Steve. You know you're always going to be more important than any girl that comes in to Soda's life." I reassured him.
"You're right." He put his head on my shoulder.
"I know." I kissed the top of his greasy head and quickly wiped my lips because they now tasted like hair grease.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you more, Steve."
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The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences
FanfictionNOT TAKING REQUESTS(As in no specific names, the imagines will always be in Y/N format) If you came here looking for a badass tomboy in every chapter, guess you'll have to look somewhere else. Sometimes, Soc x Greaser. Sorry.
