The Outsiders Imagines

1: Steve Imagine

You were driving around, and your car needed a filler. You found your way to the DX, a local gas station and auto repair. You pulled in and went in.

You decided to get something to drink while you were there, so you grabbed a Coke. You went to the counter, but no one was there. You were looking around, when someone walked in.

You recognized the person. It was Steve Randle, who worked here. You had gone to school with him but never really hung out. He came to the counter.

"Hey there, Y/N," he greeted, smiling. Despite his slightly crooked teeth, his smile was quite nice. "Haven't seen you in awhile."

"Hello, Mr. Randle. Same goes," you replied, returning a smile.

He rolled his eyes. "Please, call me whatever the hell ya want, just not that. Is this all?"

You laughed. "Alright, 'What-ever-the-hell-ya-want'. I actually need to fill up my car." You handed him the money for the Coke and gas.

He laughed at your joke and nodded. "You are something else, ya know?"

"Well, I'm sure it's not the first time I've heard that."

He smiled at you again. "How bout we go out sometime?"

"That'd be nice," you answered, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

"How does Friday at 8 sound to you? I'll pick you up," he offered.

"It's a date." You smirked. "See you then, 'What-ever-the-hell-ya-want.'" With that, you turned around and walked back outside.

So this is my first imagine for this collection. I really really hope you liked it. This idea came to me in the shower, so yeah. It (like most of my writing) was on the fly, very raw and unedited. I mean, I'll probably read it 7 times before publishing just to make sure it makes sense. M'kay.

~Mariah