The Outsiders Imagines

Sodapop Imagine

For Catalberona

"Wbat are you talking about Soda? I love you for you. Not your looks or money or anything!", I yelled. "Oh yeah? Thats not what I heard", he yelled back. "I dont know what your talking about!", i shouted. "All your friends were talking about it at the DX today. Ooh (Y/N) is going out with the hottest guy in town. She must only love his looks. He can be so stupid sometimes!",  he yelled at me. "I never said that! I love you Soda, and if thats not good enough for you, then Im leaving", i said. "Fine. Get the hell out. I dont need a moocher anyway", he screamed in my face.

I couldnt help but have tears form in my eyes. I turned around to go to our bedroom. I flipped the closet door and started throwing my clothes on the bed. I heard him come in. He put his arms around me. "Please dont do this", he said. I pushed him away from me. "You wanted me to leave Soda, so thats what Im doing", i said. I grabbed the last of my jeans and started looking for my duffel bag. "Looking for this?", Soda asked.

I looked over at him to see my bag in his hands. "Give it to me Soda", i said. "No. I dont want you to leave", he said. "Im leaving and thats final. Now give me the bag", i said. "Lets just calm down and talk rationally about this", he said. "I dont want to talk about this. We've been talking through our fights for months and we've gotten no where! You think I only like your looks! Yeah, I love your looks, but there only a plus! I love your personality, and how you used to love being around me! And.." "Woah woah woah. I never stopped loving you. I love being with you. What ever gave you the idea that I dont love being around you?", he asked.

"Well, lets think about it Soda. We fought every single day this week. I cant stand fighting anymore! I dont know if I have anymore fight in me! I wanted a relationship where all we did was have fun. I thought you and I would be together forever because all we ever did was have fun and love each other, but now Im not so sure..." "Well Im sure. We'll stop fighting. I promise we wont fight anymore. Just dont leave", he begged.

I looked at him sadly. "Do you promise Soda? I cant do the fighting anymore Soda. I really cant", i said. "I swear. And if we fight again, and I hate to say this, but Ill let you leave willingly if thats what you want", he said. "Another thing I love about you Soda is that you fight for me."