The Outsiders Preferences and Imagines

♕ Darry ♕

Darn it, I thought to myself. The roof on my crappy bungalow was leaking, for the third time this week, due to the heavy rain and wind. Tulsa had been hit with crappy weather all week and I was prepared for the rain to let up. I was getting bored in my old house. There's only so much one can do.

I had resorted in calling a repair man to come fix my roof. By rights, I could probably fix my own roof, but I just wasn't feeling it. I didn't have the proper credentials and the roof would end up leaking again. I may as well get it done properly the first time.

I brushed out my y/h/c and put it in a ponytail, trying to look semi presentable for the repair man. When I got to my outfit I got a little sloppier. I threw on a pair of old jeans and a plain white t-shirt and waited for the repair man. I turned on the TV and began to zone out, feeling tired, per usual.

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About thirty minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. I hopped out of my large arm chair and strolled over to the door, trying to remain calm. Usually roofers we're pretty hot, so I was excited to see the result of my call.

I opened the door and I must admit, I was not disappointed. He had a chiseled jaw with piercing blue eyes. The way he was staring at me, I swear he could read my mind. I shook my head and snapped out of it, turning a light shade of red.

"Hi, I'm Darryl Curtis. I'm supposed to be fixing your roof."

"Uh, yeah. My names Y/N. Do you need anything before you get started?" I managed to stutter out.

"Nope I'm good. I'll just get cracking," He exclaimed, walking down my front steps to grab his stuff.

"Alright. If you have to get me I'll just be in here," I mumbled, closing the door. Holy crap was he hot.

I cleaned around the house and did some loads of laundry when I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find Darryl standing there, leaned up against the door frame.

"The roof is finished." He informed me quickly. I smiled up at him, turning around.

"Okay, let me just get my check book." I informed, walking towards the kitchen.

"Actually this ones on the house. Maybe instead you could give me your number?" He questioned, a smirk playing on his strong features.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Here," I mumbled, writing it down and handing it to him.

"I'll talk to you later," He rumbled with a wink.

"Sounds great," I muttered, stunned. I closed my door and let out a squeal. I can not believe that just happened to me. At least I have something to look forward to instead of more boring rainy days.