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Imagine being broken up with and you feel absolutely nothing in the moment. How would the other person react, happy, sad, confused? Here’s my take:

It’s freezing cold outside, the sun hidden behind clouds, taking away any and all warmth from the morning. It’s 8:00 am, way to early for you to be out but you’re boyfriend of 3 years Nicholas, has asked you out for a serious talk. You’re not sure what for because he just got back from his publicity tour just 2 days ago.

You choose not to worry about it too much since he asked to meet you at the Starbucks you had met him at just 4 years ago. You think about the day vividly. How busy it was at that time of day, you being a barista at the time absolutely slammed with orders when he walked through the front doors. You immediately finished up whatever order you were working on, calling out the name of the patron it belonged to before walking over to him.

“Hi, welcome in! How can I help you?” You had asked with a smile. He smiled back of course, leaning in to get a good look at your name tag you assume because just then he responds.

“Well thank you y/n, I just came for a venti vanilla blonde latte. I see you guys are a swamped today huh?” You nod your head, typing in his order, while continuing the small talk.

“Yeah, everyone needs coffee during their lunch break I guess. You’re lucky there was no line when you walked in.” You had joked before reading out his total and scanning his app.

“Oh I don’t believe it was luck, in fact, I think the universe wanted us to meet today.” You just giggled at that and got making his drink. Ever since that day for a year straight he visited that Starbucks at the same time in hopes that he would see you. Eventually he gathered up the courage to ask you out, which of course you said yes. Like all relationships you’ve had your ups and downs, but for the most part you were pretty positive this would be the man who you’d marry and have kids with. And up until now you were sure he felt the same.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” You blink twice, thinking that maybe you heard him wrong.

“I said that I think we should take a break y/n. With me having to go to LA for months at a time for roles and auditions, it’s just not fair to either of us if we stay together.” He tries to reason.

“What’s wrong with what we’ve been doing?” You question thoroughly confused. He sighs loudly.

“It’s not enough. I’m sorry, but I want you to be near me all the time. You know my love language is quality time! That’s not going to change, and my agent wants me to move to LA but I’ve been holding off because of you, which has caused me to miss out on some roles too.” You look at him dumbly, just trying to wrap your head around what he’s saying.

“So, just so that I understand correctly. You want to take a “break” which is essentially a break up.” He tries to interrupt but you keep going-

“And your reasoning for this is because of the distance and me not being by your side 24/7?” He stays silent for a little, playing with the rim of his iced latte.

“I mean not exactly but yeah I guess.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You guess?” You raise an eyebrow at him, but decide not to dwell on it. Taking a moment to think to yourself while he goes on and on about your relationship and whatever.

You’ve always been someone who goes with the flow plus you’re an adventurous person who loves to travel so the fact that he’s never once brought up the idea of you just moving to LA with him makes you think that there’s a bigger reason as to why he wants to take a break from your relationship. And the only thing that you can think of is that he met someone else while shooting Monsters. Of course you’re not going to ask him about it, because if he wanted to tell you he would of, and you just hope that he had the decency to break up with you 1st before acting on any feelings he has for the other person. So with this in your head you cut him off.

“Okay we should break up.” He just stares at you confused, his mouth agape.

“What?” You roll your eyes smiling a little.

“i said we should break up. You know instead of taking a break. It’s just easier that way. Clears up any confusion and heartbreak in case you decide to date someone else.” You hint at him maybe meeting someone else but don’t give him a chance to rebut.

“Plus I’m not going to beg you to stay in a relationship that you don’t want to. Obviously if you brought me all the way out here so early in the morning for this talk, you’re unhappy in our relationship. And although it sucks we’re not going to be together anymore. I honestly just hope that you’re able to find someone who can make you feel happier than i could’ve!” You smile at him softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand, that’s been resting on the table, before letting go and collecting your things.

“y/n wait. What just happened?” He stops you from leaving.

“What do you mean? You just broke up with me.” You tilt your head sideways in confusion.

“Also going forward so that we can make this transition easier for the both of us. I’m probably going to either block or delete your number that way I don’t text or call you. I won’t take you off of socials though since I’m never really on there and if you really need me you can contact me there. As for any gifts given throughout our 4 years of knowing each other, do you want me to give those back? Oh and what about your hoodies that I have?” I ask taking out my phone to start a list.

“Wait can you just stop for a second. What are you even on about? You done? Just like that. No fight at all?” I stare at him dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry what did you expect me to do? I already told you I was sad that you wanted to break up and that I’d be blocking your number. Plus I already explained that I’m not going to beg to keep you in a relationship that you’re unhappy in? Plus the problems you gave me for breaking up all have an easy fix, and I’m sure you already knew that, so that just leads me to believe that there’s another person in the mix. And as much as i love you Nic, I’m not going to “fight for your love” I deserve more than that. And just because it’s you doesn’t mean I’ll change my mind.” You get up from your seat once more, swinging your bag onto your shoulder.

“So this is it?” He asks a little teary eyed. But you just look at him puzzled.

“Nicholas you do realize that you broke up with me right?” He nods his head somberly.

“Yea, but I’m starting to regret it now.” You just nod your head at him.

“That’s okay, just give it a few weeks. I usually regret big decisions I’ve made right after I make them.” You give him a small smile.

“Keep the hoodies and gifts. They’re yours now anyways.” He stands up as well now.

“Okay.” You say, now at a loss for words.

“Can we hug?” He questions timidly, honestly looking a little scared to ask. You think for a little before answering.

“Sure.” You open your arms for a hug, as he engulfs you. You breathe him in one last time. A tear falling down your face, disappearing into his shirt that he’s wearing. You step back wiping away its trail left before waving to him and walking out towards your car, where you immediately break down blasting Adele.

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Starting The Conversation

a/n: Hey yall this little thing is kind of based off my life. I have a male friend who I kind of most definitely have feelings for and I really want to tell him but there’s always something or someone that stops me from doing so. The guy in this is heavily based off my friend. In fact I know for a fact my friend would act exactly like this and has lol. Ig I’m posting this as a way to cope idk. Hope you enjoy :)

"Are you ready?" My best friend of over 4 years asks.

I look up from the bag I've been fiddling with nervously for the past 10 minutes.

"Definitely not." I smile at her widely, before moving the bag to sit in its place on my bed.

"What can I do to help?" She asks sweetly.

"Fake pass out so we can reschedule?" I ponder jokingly. She doesn't laugh.

"Ellie, you know I'm a bad actor, plus they're already on their way, and no way are we paying for their gas in this economy." I roll my eyes at her and mutter back a response-

"It was just an idea..." She ignores me, grabbing her belongings from around my room, going to the door.

"I'm gonna give you some time alone to calm down, pray, whatever you need. I'll be downstairs when you're ready." She smiles at me reassuringly, I just nod my head in return.

The door closes and I immediately look up to the ceiling,

"Please God, give me the strength to tell this man my feelings today. I don't want to go through another day of him not knowing and me being confused." I finish off asking for forgiveness of my sins and ending with an amen.

I stand up, walking over to the vanity in the left corner of my room, staring at myself in the mirror, double checking my outfit and makeup one last time.

"You've got this Elle. He's just a man... Granted a man who is your best friend and the only male friend you have, and if you confess to him and he rejects you, you might lose him as a friend, which would suck so bad because you and your therapist have barely tapped into your fear of abandonment and I don't think you're ready for that just yet." I take a deep breathe after my monologue, standing up straight when I hear a knock on the door.

"Bell, you decent?" The door opens, revealing the man I had just been praying and ranting about.

"What the- You didn't even wait for my response before you opened the door. And I've already told you to stop calling me that absolutely awful name." He laughs at me. His dimples on full display, making my stomach do 5 backflips- total.

"Oh chill out Belly, I know you secretly love it, now come here!" He pulls me in for an unexpected hug. I hesitate from the shock, but my limbs eventually catch up. Still in the hug I ask-

"What's this for?" He pulls back, I try to hide my disappointment.

"I didn't get to hug last time we talked, plus I just missed you." He gives me a lopsided grin. I smack his arm and tell him shut up, willing the blush on my cheeks to go away.

I grab my stuff from the bed and make my way towards the exit, him following close behind. I let him exit 1st, so I can close the door. I pause checking one last time that I have everything before a hand grabs mine.

“C’mon Bells, you’re holding us all up.” He drags me out of my room, closing the door, I roll my eyes at him.

“Michael isn’t even here yet…” I continue to let him drag me down to where Jada’s waiting.

“And how do you know that?” He stops halfway down the stairs hand still holding mine.

“I have his location, it dings when he’s in close proximity with me.” I shrug. He stares at me for a bit then drops my hand.

“Why does Mike have your location and not me?” I look at him confused.

“Because he asked for it… Are you mad at me for giving it to him or something?” He rolls his eyes at me.

“No.” He pauses, “Share it with me too.” I look at him for a beat.

“What?” He asks turning and walking down the stairs.

“Are you being for real?” He stops in the kitchen pointing at the pantry asking if my mom had snacks, I roll my eyes pointing them out.

“What do you mean if I’m being for real? I’m always real Belly.”

“Shut up Batman, you’re acting like a jealous girlfriend right now. What you worried Michael’s gonna steal me.” I tease him knowing how much it irks him when I call him Batman.

He walks up to me, goldfish in hand, and leans in.

“Wouldn’t you be the girlfriend in this situation?” I look at him sideways.

“That’s what you took from that??” He nods at me, a stupid grin on his face before he leaves the kitchen to join Jada, in the front room, who’s in conversation with my mom.

My phone dings, letting me know that Michael’s arrived. I try to shake off any nerves and mentally prepare myself for road trip with a man who has no idea I love him.

a/n: i probably won’t ever tell him how I feel, and I think I’m okay with that right now. Probably won’t be in 4 months though because that’s when I see him again!

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Imagine

Dean x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe a little angst (barely)

WC: 900

Setting: Dean just broke up with Rory, causing a scene where he accuses her of have feelings for Jess. He’s run away from her and finds himself sitting in the gazebo in the middle of Stars Hollow.

You’re walking around your new neighborhood, getting aquatinted with the new surroundings, when you find yourself walking through the town center. You see a small grocery store, not used to the size since you’d move from Texas, where “bigger was better.” Your eyes move on from the store and land on a diner, “Luke’s Diner.” You smile, reminiscing on the memories you had with your mother in diner’s around the US.

As you continue to remember your adventures with your mother, your thoughts are soon interrupted by yelling. Startled, you turn towards the culprits.

“DEAN!! Where are you going?!?” A girl with long brown hair and a red dress exclaims, with what looks like tears in her eyes. It’s hard to tell due to the distance and time of night.

“Away from you… and him. Just leave me alone Rory. You 2 are perfect for each other !” The taller dark haired figure shouts back walking towards the gazebo in the town center, you assume is the center.

The girl turns around and runs back inside to what looks like a dance studio, but you don’t care because your gaze is brought back to the tall sulking figure, sitting, what looks to be, very uncomfortably. He leans over, dropping his head in his hands, probably crying, but you can’t tell from your position, so you start towards him.

You make it to him with very little noise, due to the already carved out path of stone leading up to the gazebo. Unsure of how to start the conversation, you sit down next to him, a few feet away. You notice him shift, but not acknowledge your presence.

“Are you okay?” You look at him quizzically, head drop down and tilted, sympathy dripping from your pores.

He jumps slightly, looking up at you, squinting his eyes in confusion, or maybe disbelief. You’re not quite sure.

“Huh?” The boy answers.

With his head fully up, you notice the red around his beautiful eyes,

You think to yourself-

wait… did you just calling his puffy red eyes beautiful? He’s obviously going through something and all you can notice is his looks? How vain can you be you wonder.

You immediately scold yourself for such fleeting thoughts and redirect your attention back to the boy in distress.

“Oh, sorry, I had just been watching everything that happened before you had sat down and it looked like a lot you know.” You smile at him not fully realizing how creepy you must’ve sound.

Before he can open his mouth in response, you quickly jump in nervously, “ Oh God, that sounded weird, I didn’t mean I was ‘watching’ you in like a creepy way or anything, I just happened to be in the surrounding area and witnessed the event unfold. Which really isn’t any of my business… Im sorry.” You finish your rambling and put your head down in embarrassment. Which doesn’t last for long before you hear the most beautiful sound, making you whip your head back up in disbelief.

He’s laughing, at you. Yes. But still laughing which is good! You smile at him.

“You’re laughing. That’s good, that means my work here is done.” You start to get up, fully prepared to walk home and dream about a could’ve been future with the boy behind you. But before you can leave a, “wait,” and some shuffling is heard before your wrist is softly grabbed.

You turn around, your hand slipping into his.

“Thank you.” He says smiling. OMG he has dimples, you could just die honestly. You smile back at him, softly nodding your head in acknowledgment.

“What’s your name he asks? Why have i never seen you before?” You make a mental note of your hand still imprisoned, which you don’t mind at all, before responding.

“I’m Lauren, I just moved here from Texas.”

“I’m Dean, it’s nice to meet you Lauren.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Dean!” The two of you look at each other under the stars, as a quiet breeze rustles through the nearby trees. The atmosphere feels serene, and for a moment, it feels like time stands still. You let out a breathless laugh, breaking whatever trance the both of you had found yourselves in. .

“I should probably get going, my Dad’s probably starting to worry," you say, reluctantly pulling your hand free from Dean's grip..”

He goes red in the face nodding and apologizing. You chuckle softly, turning to walk towards your house when you hear him shout,

“Hey Lauren , wait!” You turn and stop waiting for him to catch up to you.

“I’m going to see you before school starts right?”

You smile at him brightly, pleased that you’ve made good impression on him, “If you want to.”

“I definitely want to.”

With that you part ways, walking in opposite directions. When you reach home, you open the front door and step inside, the warmth of the house enveloping you.

“What’s got you so smiley at this time of night?” Your Dad sitting at the kitchen table asks.

Reaching with your hand, you touch your face, not realizing you were smiling the whole way home.

“Nothing. I’m just glad we’re finally here now.” You answer semi-honestly.

You’re Dad leaves his spot at the table walking up to you and pulling you into a deep hug, lightly kissing the top of you head.

“Me too pumpkin, me too.”

~fin~

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Angel

quote: “The world has gone to shit and yet I still find the time to fall in love…”

synopsis: Angel is a 17 year old girl who has found herself in the 5th wave cinematic universe, where she meets Ben Parish/ Zombie and falls for him… slowly

“Alright 53! Look alive! We have a new squad member joining you. I trust you all to welcome her and get her accustomed to the regime. Remember, if she messes up it’s on you.” Reznik smiles sinisterly at the end. I immediately roll my eyes at him.

“Watch it Angel, you don’t want me to embarrass you in front of your new squad do you?” He says still smiling. I scoff at him-

“Yeah right Rezzy, any punishment you throw at me, we both know I can complete without breaking a sweat. You’re wasting your breath and time… Don’t you have a walkie talkie to answer?” I smirk at him, crossing my arms, standing my ground.

He growls lowly, “Just you wait Angel. The real world will be punishment enough for you.” With that he retreats, answering his walkie.

I turn around, smiling brightly at my new squad mates. “Sorry about that guys! I just like to get under his skin! My name’s Angel, what’re yours?”

At first the room is dead silent, understandable of course, I’m sure my change in attitude was a lot to comprehend, but I am who I am, and without my meds, you get me at my very best or at my very worst. I don’t do that weird middle ground, it’s boring, and quite frankly, a waste of time.

The first to introduce themselves was a little girl, probably around 7 or 8 years old.

“I’m Teacup! And did you just call St. Reznik, Rezzy?!” She practically screams.

I laugh. “I did, he absolutely hates it, so I wouldn’t do it if I were you, at least not in front of his face.” I whisper the last part to her.

“Wow! You’re so cool, not even Ringer gets on St Reznik’s bad side.” Teacup exclaims-

“Yeah because I don’t have a death wish, and I know better than to poke fun at the people trying to keep us alive” A black haired girl with pale skin and a lot of eyeliner walks up, crossing her arms, leaning on a nearby bunk.

“You really think they’re trying to keep us alive?” I ask, before she can answer, I jump in- “If you ask me, we’re just doing the hard work for them, while they get to sit in here all “safe and sound” while we, kids mind you, go out there and get shot to death by an enemy that looks exactly like us. Please tell me how they’re keeping us alive? If anything they’re the ones killing us.” I roll my eyes at her, crossing my arms to match her stance.

“Woah girls, come on. We’re on the same squad now, and we all have differing opinions, but all that matters is that we have each other’s backs when it really matters. Sorry about Ringer, she’s stubborn and doesn’t have a filter. I’m Zombie, squad leader of 53” A boy with tired eyes, probably 17, maybe 18 even, says with a permanent smirk placed on his face.

I stare at him for a second, his face so familiar to me, but I can’t quite place it in my mind. I would ask for his name, but I once had to stab a guy in the hand with a fork just because I had asked his real name and he freaked out. Now call me a lover girl or whatever, but Zombie is just too easy on the eyes for me to even think about stabbing him, plus he’s a peacemaker. UGH that’s just so cutey.

“Okay squad Dad. Ringer, I officially yield, it was wrong of me to take out my past traumas on you. I won’t apologize because I won’t mean it, but when I do. I’ll come find you first thing.” I salute to her with a grin. Her lips twitches ever so slightly, but she quickly hides it by nodding her head, and going back to her bunk.

“Squad Dad?” Zombie asks me. I laugh at him.

“Well you are kind of like the Dad in the situation, no?” “He chuckles a little, smiling.

“Yeah I guess, I just don’t want that to catch on with the little one” I look at him confused.

“Little one? Isn’t Teacup like 7 or 8?” His face changes a little.

“Oh no, not Teacup! I was talking about Nugget, sorry, here I’ll introduce you.” He grabs my wrist pulling me towards a bunk where a little curly haired boy seems to be trying to read a book.

“Nugget, stop practicing for a bit and meet our new squad mate, Angel!” The boy looks up, with innocent eyes wide, and my heart instantly stops.

“Titi?” He squeaks out.

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SERIES IDEA

Let me know if I should completely scrap this idea or bring it to life.

So basically this series would be a cross between “The Summer I turned Pretty,” and “Xoxo Kitty.”

The series would follow a Blasian 17 year old girl (half African half Korean) whose mom disappeared at age 11. On her 17th birthday she gets a letter from her Aunt in Korea who invites her to spend her Summer in Seoul.

In Korea she tries to uncover the mystery of her mother’s disappearance while also falling in love. Maybe ;)

I think this concept could be fun to bring to life through words on a screen, buuut I don’t want to start it and have no one enjoy it as much as I do yk?

I also don’t want to rip off the series mentioned above because I’m a firm believer in creating your own story, that being said, this is heavily influenced by them if you can’t tell :))

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Euphoric Endings

Synopsis: You and Harry finally talk, bringing an end to the conflict.

Warnings: None, minimal cussing? pure fluff :)

Word Count: 1k

a/n: hey y’all, I hope y’all enjoyed this mini series, I really appreciate the support and kinds words y’all have offered. Be sure to follow, because I plan on writing more, and if you have any requests, you can submit them either here or anonymously :)

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You walk through your front door heading straight to your fridge, looking for your comfort juice.

“Apple juice? this early , must’ve been a stressful conversation.”

You drop your apple juice on the floor, clutching your left boob, gasping for air. You look up at the intruder, 1st in shock (duh), but then in confusion.

“Harry?”

He stands up from your dining table with his hands up in “surrender.”

“Sorry for startling you love. I thought your sister had told you.” He smiles at you sheepishly, head slightly turned down.

You ungrab your boob and swallow the dryness from your mouth.

“My sister, what-? How did you even get in HERE ?” You raise your voice at the end, still working on lowering you heart rate.

He laughs and holds up his keys. You mentally facepalm at your own stupidity from forgetting that he at once was with your sister, WHO you gave a key to. Which is honestly a breach of trust that you will have a talk with her at some point.

You roll your eyes and pick up the half drunken bottle of juice. Standing back up and setting it on your island counter, you see Harry now sat in front of you on the other side. A now uncomfortable silence has fallen, that you don’t dare break, absolutely terrified and unready for the conversation you know that needs to be had.

You turn away from him, opening a cabinet door grabbing 2 glasses and setting them down. You reach for your wine rack and grab the Lucifer’s color, pouring 2 glasses, one more full than the other.

You hand the little one to Harry (he thanks you) and gulp half of yours down. He clears his throat.

“So-“

You interrupt him holding up a finger, and chug the rest of the glass, filling it back up with the apple juice from earlier, emptying the container.

He chuckles and smiles at you, waiting for a sign from you saying you’re ready. You nod your head and he continues.

“First off I want to apologize. How i handled this situation at first was not okay, I see that now. I think I was just too excited about the possibility of an us. I didn’t even think twice before rushing over that morning.” You blink at him, at a loss for words.

“I know what your sister and you talked about, well not exactly, but I know that she told you she cheated.” You nod your head, letting him know you weren’t completely gone.

“You wanna know something crazy, and you might get mad at me for this, but you should know. When she told me what she did, I hugged her. I was so happy that she had done something to break us up, and I know, I sound like an ass, but we both were unhappy. Not in love, just using one another, me using her to stay with you, and her using me to not be alone. It was toxic, and most nights ended with us in a fight sleeping in separate rooms. I still love her y/n, but I am no longer in love with her, and I don’t think I ever was.” He takes a deep breath, following my footsteps, chugging his wine glass.

You turn away from him, looking at your fridge, leaning backwards, your elbows propping you up.

“I’m going to face this way so that I can say what I need to without having to see your face and be scared of saying what needs to be said.” You don’t wait for confirmation from him before jumping into it.

“I don’t like that you used my sister like that, and that she knew what was going on the whole time feeding into it. I don’t appreciate how you both stayed in a situation that was, apparently, doomed from the start. I also canNOT understand for the life of me, as to how I am still considering a future with you. I mean you practically strung my sister along, took away her young adulthood? I should hate you! I should kick you out right now!” You turn around at that, holding direct eye contact with him now.

“But i can’t, because all that’s running through my selfish mind is how… you’re all mine now.” Your eyes swell up with tears, vision going cloudy. All you hear is the screeching of a moving chair and whoosh, next thing you know, you’re in Harry’s arms and he’s holding you tight.

“I love you,” he says, “It’s always been you love.”

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Time Skip - 2 YEARS

“HAS ANYONE SEEN MY DRE- oh nevermind, I’m wearing it uhaha.” You cry out of nervousness.

“y/n stop, you’re going to ruin your makeup, and Monica worked so hard on it.” Your sister scolds you dabbing your under eyes with powder to fix your wreckage.

You hear a knock on the door and shout for them to come in, your Dad pokes his head in.

“Hey Babydoll, it’s time. Are you ready?” You shake your head no but take his hand anyways.

Your mom sobs in the nearby corner, now getting scolded by your sister, her girlfriend telling her to be kind to your mother. Your mom gets up , leading the charge and starting the train of walking down the aisle. Your sister and her girlfriend follow her, running after her to link arms.

You take a deep breath, giving your Dad one last hug before pulling down your veil and walking down the aisle towards your future as Mrs. Harry Styles.

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long, Ive had this in my drafts for at least 2 weeks , having no motivation to post it lol. But I hope you liked it :)

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Sober Realities

Part 1

synopsis: part 2 to drunken calls where the truth comes out

TW: None, mb light swearing?

WC: 1,253

a/n: hey guys, I know this has surprisingly been long awaited, so I hope this part is good enough lol. I’m currently on vacation but wanted to release this bc i felt bad 🥸 also i’m still debating on whether or not i want them to get together, so please comment and lmk if you want them end up together nor not 😏 k thanks byeee!

It’s been 2 weeks since the incident. You had not talked to your sister nor Harry, afraid of what would’ve occurred as a result. Either giving into your heart and breaking your sister’s, Or standing by her side and cutting the love? no- you can’t think of him that way, that’s what got you in this predicament in the first place.

You sigh, looking at your phone realizing that your sister will be there any minute. After week one, which coincidentally was also the day Harry stopped trying to contact you, she messaged you asking to meet at your favorite books/ coffee shop. You had tried to ignore the message, but she had quickly texted saying,

“I know you’re reading this and if you don’t say yes, I’m telling mom.”

Not wanting to bother your mother, of course you had responded and said agreed setting up a time.

You sip on whatever watered down bean water you ordered, not really caring to remember the name of it, since your anxiety was through the roof. You tried to calm yourself down by taking a deep breath and reading the random book with the pretty cover you had picked up, but after you had read the same page 15 times, which was only the back cover, you concluded that you should put the book back and stare at the wall in dismay.

After 10 minutes pass by, you decide to get up, grabbing your bag, and start to head over to the register. You throw away your old cup, moving to stand in line to order a muffin.

You get your muffin and another cup of death, this one not iced, and start heading towards the door, your excuse being that she’s late and you totally have something else to do, not yet realizing that you make sure to update your schedule on your family shared calendar that she has access to.

You open the door about to walk out when, lo and behold, your sister comes walking towards you with bags on her arms, clearly from shopping.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She puts her empty arm on her hip, popping it out like your mother.

You grimace, knowing that she’s going to tell your mom that you tried to leave.

“Well, I was going to go home, seeing as how my coffee date was late from… shopping.” She rolls her eyes, now smiling.

“Now is that any way to treat your baby sister whose boyfriend you’re trying to steal?” You gasp, now fully outside the book/ cafe.

Your eyes well up with tears, vision now blurred, mouth opening and closing wanting to say words but nothing coming out.

Your sister immediately drops her bags on the floor and wraps her arms around you.

“Omg, bee I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, you know I don’t really think that, I was just being a sarcastic smart-ass. Please stop crying! I promise I won’t tell mom you tried to run away.” You laugh at that last part, wiping your tears away, your muffin and cup of whatever long forgotten and cold.

“Are you ready to talk? There’s a park nearby that I passed earlier.” You nod at her, she smiles grabbing your hand, and leading the way.

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You’re now sitting on cold metal bench, listening to the words coming out of your sister’s mouth, not fully understanding. You could’ve sworn she had said that she cheated, but you know her, she would never. She’s little bee, your big bee, she would never do anything that you wouldn’t, and you for sure wouldn’t do that, especially to Harry.

You guess she realizes your confusion because she stops talking and asks what you’re thinking.

“So uh- you.. you cheated on him? Harry? The same guy who attended your high school graduation. The guy who saved up to get you and your friends tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert? L Bee I love you, and I will always be on your side, but forgive me if I cannot understand or get behind … this.” You motion with your hands at the word this. She nods her head in understanding reaching out to grab your hand.

“I wasn’t happy with him.”

“So you resulted to cheating on him? L BEE, THAT IS NOT- I’m sorry for yelling, but that’s just not okay. I would never do that, so I just don’t-” She interrupts you.

“That’s the problem Bee! I’m not you. I’m my own person, and I knew that when Harry and I started dating, that he only asked me out because you were taken. I know he only made it “official” with me because I resemble you. And ever since we started dating, I started to become you, to feed into his feelings, and gain his approval. But after a while though, I couldn’t do take it anymore. Something changed, it was like a switch, it brought me back to life telling me ‘this isn’t you.’ So, I went to a bar, and I kissed a girl.” Your jaw goes slack, shock heavily prevalent on your face.

“So you’re, gay? bi? experimenting? I’m confused…”

“That’s the problem, I don’t know. Like you said, Harry and I started going out when I was just 18, I never went to college so I didn’t get to experience the party scene and experiment. You know, when I told Harry, he cried, but not because he was losing me, but because he thought he was losing you. Isn’t that sad Bee? And that was over a month ago-“ You interrupt her-

“A month? How’s that possible, just 2 weeks ago I “confessed” to him drunkenly and he shows up the next morning saying that he wants to make it official between us and that he’s already talked to you about it. I mean I didn’t believe, because you guys had not said anything about the breakup.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“I told mom.” You smack her leg, she laughs. You rest your head on her shoulder, looking at the tree canopy above you, swaying slightly with the wind. It’s quiet for a while, a nice silence while you try to think of what to do next.

“Are you going to call him, now that you know?”

“I don’t even think he wants to talk to me anymore, I didn’t respond to any of his texts or answer any of his calls. He even sent me an email, that I immediately flagged as spam…” She laughs patting the top of you head like a dog.

“He stopped reaching out because I told him that I would talk to you and smooth things out. I let him know that you would call him as soon as you got home.” You lift up your head, the patting ceasing, only to find her grinning creepily. She looks down at her , non-existent, watch and then back up at you again.

“Bee, I love you and you have my complete blessing and back up to date Harry. My only request is that you make me the maid of honor over mom.” She holds out her pinky, which you take with yours.

“Deal.” She gets ups, pulls you in for a tight hug, and leaves, taking all of her bags with her.

With this new found knowledge that you’ve learned, you walk to your car and head home. Filled with anxiety and excitement, mostly anxiety, so you try and rehearse how you’re going to call Harry and beg for forgiveness. Or rather just say hi and explain what you’ve been told. You’re definitely not sure what to do, but before you can ponder over it anymore, you pull into your driveway, and walk up your front steps and into your house, not even seeing the car parked on the street in front of your home.

a/n: guys this so crazy, this has been done for like 2 days, but i’ve been so scared that I wouldn’t be able to top the last one lol. Also this is not the last part ofc 😏

[creation-key]

Drunken Calls

Part 2

Synopsis: accidentally confessing while laughing

Warnings: drinking mentioned, barely any cussing, mostly pure fluff/ maybe angst?

a/n: I don’t have any original ideas, that i want share 😏, so i have stolen this prompt from @mangocherri , thank you love for the inspo! And if I completely butchered it and you want me to take this down, I so will, don’t even worry about it. enjoy, we’ll at least try to 🥸

It’s Saturday night? morning? you don’t even know at this point anymore. Your best friend Sierra took you out that night to celebrate your doctorate’s degree in Psychology.

You’re not much of a party girl on your own, but when with the right people, you never want to sleep. And that is exactly what you’re experiencing in the present, only now, you’re sipping on some fruit drink, the taste of alcohol no longer prevalent because of how much you’ve consumed that night already.

You’ve all gathered at your house for the after party, you called it, which was really your smart sober part of your brain, long gone now, trying to keep everyone from driving home. With the night still young , it’s 2 am, you’re talking up a storm, just really spilling the beans on every secret you’ve ever had, including your crush on your sister’s boyfriend.

Everyone having already sobered up and drinking water gasp, granted it’s only 4 people, including yourself, but the gasp sounded otherworldly to your intoxicated brain.

Not fully understanding what you had just admitted to, you yawn saying you’re gonna “hit the hay,” you wink, for literally no reason at all, and stumble your way to your bedroom, tripping over air at least 27 million times.

You reach your room and plop down on your bed face down, completely ready to just fall asleep like that until your phone, which you had forgotten about, starts to ring loudly. You groan, begrudgingly getting up to answer it.

“hEllor?” You slur out, reaching for a bottle of water half drunken on your night stand, in hopes of quenching your thirst.

“Hey, y/n, wait are you drunk?” The unknown person says.

“No, this is Patrick,” You laugh, dying at your joke, slapping your knee for extra effect. You set the phone face up on your bed, pressing the speaker button.

“Well I guess that answers that, there’s no way sober you would such an awful joke.” The person on the other line giggles.

“Heyy, watch it mister whoever you are. I can and will kick your ass. You know I know karate?”

“Oh really?” Mystery man asks.

“Yep, my best friend Harry taught me once. Do you know Harry?”

“Yeah, I’d say I know him pretty well, he’s kind of a goof isn’t he?” The man questions.

You laugh out loud at that, responding in between laughter.

“Yeah he’s a goof, but that’s why i love him. He’s unapologetically himself no matter the situation. You know sometimes I think I relate to the Schuyler sisters more than I’d like to.” The man on the other line takes in a sharp breath, before moving around asking shakily,

“why is that?”

“Because sometimes I wish I had been satisfied and never introduced him to my little sister, oh well, at least i still have him in life. Maybe I’ll meet a rich man like Angelica and move across the sea only seeing them on major holidays and vacations! Yeahhh, that’d be ideal.” You sigh at the end, it quickly turning into a yawn, after hearing no noise coming for the other end you assume the man has gone to sleep, so you bid your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and going to sleep.

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The Next Morning~

You wake up in the morning with a sticky taped your head- it reads

“Hey girl, we all left as soon as Harry arrived, don’t worry we called ubers just in case. Had fun last night, also about that little secret, it’s safe with us little miss doctor, Love you and can’t wait to do this again!”

You laugh, throwing the sticky note on your bedside table, sitting up straight only to be hit with a ton of bricks to your mental. Memories from the night before come flooding back as well as the mention of Harry being in your house, recalled from the sticky note. Getting up, warily, you make your way to the shower and get ready for the day, you put on pajamas.

Hoping that you’d taken long enough in the bathroom for Harry to have left, you make your way downstairs, only to be met with a nervous smiling Harry eating pancakes and fruit at your table.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked with a worried look.

You look back at him embarrassed, but answer

“oh, i’m okay, just a little tired, and my head’s hurting, but i already took some medicine.”

“Do you, um- do you remember anything from last night?” He looks down at his plate.

You know with your own plate sitting across from him at the table.

“Uh yeah, all of it actually, in fact, this is so funny really, just as I was about to go to sleep some guy, i think, called me, but i never read his contact name so i had no clue who it was, plus the alcohol kind of distorted their voice so i couldn’t tell, anyways, I had a whole conversation with him.” You laugh as you recall the memory, giggling a little at end at yourself for being so silly as a drunk.

“What did you guys talk about?” Harry asked, his eyes now glued to the sink faucet.

“Oh nothing much, talked about karate and just spilled my deepest darkest secrets to him. Are you okay?” You look at him worried.

“Um, yeah. Why do you ask?” Him still not looking at you.

“Because you haven’t made eye contact with me since I walked in, and even then, it was only for a moment. What’s going on?” He looks up you and then back down at the floor, as if pondering what to say next.

“I love you too. I always have, honestly if I’m being completely transparent, I think that’s why I started dating your sister, I mean you guys are just so similar but so different in your own ways, but I just couldn’t learn to love the differences in her. And I know that sounds bad, but I cant ignore what i’ve been yearning to hear from you from the moment we met and not tell you how i’m feeling.” He takes a breath at the end.

You stare at him, trying to comprehend his words, trying to understand where he could have gotten this from, and the only thing that comes to mind is-

“It was you… you were on the phone last night. Weren’t you?” He nods. You stand up, almost knocking your chair over before backing up into a corner.

“y/n we can go somewhere, just us, a date. It doesn’t have to be weird love promise. I already talked to your sister, she under-“

You interrupt him-

“Harry i can’t do that to my sister. If you love me like you say you do, you know that i can’t and will not. I was fine with being in love with you in secret. And you told her? Why would you do that, you were both so happy. Always smiling. I can’t, please. Leave.” He starts shaking his head getting up to approach you.

“Harry leave before I lose it. I can’t do this right now, or ever. Please.” He opens and closes his mouth, defeated he leaves.

You fall to the ground, cupping your face to hold back your sobs from being heard from outside your door, where you sure Harry is waiting for you to let him back in. But you can’t-

you won’t.

~fin~

thoughts on a part 2, i enjoyed writing the angst hehe

[creation-key]

Imagine:

You are a part of the Smosh crew and as a “prank” surprise for you, Smosh books Cory Mylchreest to read Reddit stories with you and Shayne Topp.

Word Count: 1,525

TW: 1 curse word, pure fluff, barely edited :(

A/n: So i’ve been recently getting back into the creative flow, as well as my obsession with Smosh videos b/c they remind me of a time when I was a little kid with no worries, sooo please do excuse this poorly written imagine that is really an excuse to distract me from actually being an adult 🫡

You walk into the reddit room, saying hi to Brett and Kiana before sitting down on the couch. Shayne walks in shortly after, walking up to the ipad sitting on a table, unplugging and walking up to Kiana, whispering. He looks at you, smirks cheekily weirdly, and turns back to Kiana smiling widely, looking at the ipad and back up to her again.

Based on his mannerisms, you assume he’s conversing with her based on whatever reddit stories you were reading today. The schedule read, “Crazy Fangirl Stories” which you thought was fitting for you to have been picked, seeing as how your gimmick on the channel is being a massive fangirl of literally every cute white boy, your latest obsession with the Young King George star, who you have let everyone in the office know, more than once. You also have some pretty crazy stories resulting from your obsessions, which make for some funny icebreakers.

Tim calls for 10 minutes until shoot, making you look up and realize there’s more people in the audience then usual, in fact it looks as though the whole cast and crew showed up to watch the shooting today. Everyone one of them talking and smiling with excitement, confusion etched all over your face.

The cameras start rolling to test for any unforeseen difficulties that need to be fixed, while Max, or audio man as you like to call him, hooks up your microphone, turning it on asking you to test it.

“1. 2. 3. annnnd 3. 2. ONE!” You yell the 1 at the end getting a thumbs up from audio man, and a totally manly cry, as he yanks off his headphones rubbing his ears. You laugh as you watch him connect Shayne in as well, him testing even louder than you did, absolutely shattering audio man’s eardrums.

Shayne walks over and sits on his chair, looks over at you, smiles, then looks over at our audience.

Remembering that everyone is there, you finally ask Shayne,

“Hey, why is everyone here? I thought we were just reading Reddit stories? Everyone’s whispering and looking at me like they know something I don’t. And i don’t like that.” You say jokingly (maybe) glaring at your friends watching.

Shayne just shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

“I’m not sure, I think everyone just found some free time, and plus this is our only shoot today, because it’s Friday.”

You squint your eyes at him, both of you know he’s lying, but only one you actually knowing exactly what he’s lying about. You’re about to open your mouth to ask another question, when Kiana yells out 10 seconds until the intro.

You decide to put it off for now, kicking off your shoes and tucking your feet criss cross style on the couch. Seeing as how this is your 1st Reddit read story, you’re pretty nervous, but also excited since this is an area you’re familiar with.

With 5 seconds left the stage door opens and the last person you ever expect walks in, already mic’ed up, and walks (practically in slow motion) towards the couch, THAT YOU ARE ON.

You scoot over, mouth agape, the camera pointed at you, closing in on the interaction. Shayne laughs loudly, as always, and introduces you, special guest Cory Mylchreest, and the topic of the video. You look around the room seeing everyone laughing and cheering at your expense. You finally close your mouth, looking to the right of you at Cory and then at Shayne.

“So y/n, how are you feeling right now, I feel like I can see your thoughts” Shayne jokes.

Corey laughs, making you whip you head at him.

“I think i’m just in complete and utter disbelief as to how vivid this dream is.” Everyone laughs, including Cory.

“I promise it’s not dream (he grabs your hand) see!” He squeezes your hand, putting emphasis on his words.

You internally scream, but calmly lift your intertwined hands up, displaying to the camera, making a face of shock.

“Guys Cory Mylchreest is actively holding my hand. I just want you all to see this and understand what’s going on right now.” Laughter fills the room once more, before Shayne changes the subject and starts the video, telling everyone to like, subscribe, and comment who else they want to see Smosh surprise me with, I chime in with no one because my poor heart won’t be able to take anymore.

Cory laughs at that, fueling you with so much confidence that you just start cracking jokes the whole shoot, aka doing your job but like 10x better, in the hopes just to hear his laughter.

Throughout the shoot, Cory holds your hand the ENTIRE TIME never letting go, even when getting a drink of water. You were practically staring at him with heart eyes the whole time.

To your disappointment, you get to the last Reddit story. Shayne starts reading the title , him smiling as he goes on.

“AITA for saying my almost girlfriend isn’t hotter than Cory Mylchreest?

Me (23F) and this girl i was with at the time (22F) got into an argument while watching Young Charlotte because I jokingly (maybe) said Cory Mylchreest could run me over and i would apologize. She starts joking along with me until i call him hot. She responds back ‘not hotter than me though, right?’ I don’t respond because I don’t want to hurt her feelings. She immediately starts packing up her stuff and starts to leaving. I don’t stop her, because I feel as though she was being a childish, I mean no one’s hotter than that guy, but before leaving, she called me an asshole. So Reddit, am I the asshole?”

You open your mouth wide, for the 2nd time that shoot, covering it, with the hand not holding Cory’s of course, filled with immediate embarrassment.

“How did y’all find my account?” You say defeated. Everyone laughs hysterically at your embarrassment.

“So y/n, this story is 100% real? For the viewers at home who may not know for sure, could you just clarify.” You glare at Shayne knowing he only wanted you to admit it, because you were sitting right next the man who you would let run you over.

You look at Cory,

“I am so sorry.” He giggles squeezing your hand.

“That’s okay, I’d say the same about you” He smiles. You internally screaming, squeeze his hand back smiling, before looking at the camera-

“This story is 100% true. That girl and I are no longer seeing each other, seeing as how Reddit sided with me and also agreed that they too would let Cory run them over.” You finish your monologue with a deep breath, earning some cheers and whistles from your packed studio.

Shayne finishes the outro and thanks Cory for agreeing to come on and scare surprise you while promoting his show. Like a true gentleman he thanks Smosh, saying he had a fantastic time, whilst pulling you into a side hug/ cuddle on the couch. You smile, your cheeks warming up at least 10 degrees more.

Cut is yelled, and Cory is still side hugging you, pulling you off of him, he smiles at you once more before pulling you back in for full on hug saying cute things like ‘It’s so nice to meet you’ ‘I’m glad they introduced us’ ‘You’re so pretty’

You hug him back just as hard thank him, before pulling off, realizing where you are. Getting the mics and other equipment off, Cory pulls you out into the hallway away from everyone and their chatter.

“Hi” He says sheepishly.

You giggle saying hi back.

“I know this is forward, and that it’s unfair of me to ask because I am still traveling for promo and wit won’t be for a while, but do you think I could get you number so that we could go on a date?”

He looks down at you, the height difference only being a few inches, due to your amazing genes.

“I- you want my number? for a date? really?” You tilt you head in a questioning manner. He only nods his head profusely, before taking out his phone and giving it to you.

You start to type in your number before you remember,

“Wait a minute… are you even going to text me? You have built quite the reputation for yourself in recent interviews Mr. Mylchreest.” You point a finger a him, poking at his chest with it. He lets out a small giggle grabbing your finger, opening your hand, encasing yours in his saying,

“If it’s you texting, I’ll always reply.”

~fin~

[creation-key]

3 Years, 36 Months, and 13,140 Days-

Word Count: 974 :)

TW: mentions of a knife. ANGST

AN: Hey guys, I’m black so while writing I imagine my characters as black, but this time I mentioned no physical attributes, so feel free to imagine her as wtv you’d like, hope you enjoy :)

I like him, I’ve always liked and I haven’t been afraid to show it.

I first met Harry Junior year of high school, I had just moved from Illinois to California and knew no one. I remember looking at my schedule walking, then the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I started to apologize but was immediately taken back by the nerdy boy with curly hair. He started apologizing and explaining himself, reaching down his hand to help me back up. Not listening to a word he said, I interrupted his dialogue-

“you’re beautiful, but you ramble a lot”

I had said, and ever since then, I have been in love. Fast forward to now, it’s our Freshman year of college, and we both got into SoCal. I am still so in love with him, even more so now that he’s grown more into his looks. Every where he is, I’m right beside him. Everywhere he sits, I’m right on top of him, even if there’s an empty chair. My philosophy is, why sit there when Harry’s available?

Now don’t get me wrong, I love Harry, but I’m also his best friend and if he started getting feelings for another girl, like in our senior year, then I would back off. But until he finds a girl better than me? Spoiler alert, there’s no one, then he’s stuck with me. I think he secretly likes me too, well that was until I overheard a cute little conversation between these 2 witches that hate me.

“Ugh, when is she going to get the hint that Harry doesn’t like her?”

“I know right, I mean if anything, he only keeps her around for the attention she gives him. It honestly a little sad.”

“For real, she’s like a little bug, practically a stalker at this point”

After hearing that, I ignored it because I know they like Harry and hate on everyone who’s around him, especially me since I am around him 24/7. But my subconscious listened, and the little insecure girl inside of me started to take over, distancing myself.

It started off with just little things such as staying home to do homework rather than hang out with Harry, or make plans with friends on our planned friday night movie “dates”. I guess Harry picked up on it before I did, because now he’s yelling at me in a bedroom… at a party… at 12 am…on a Saturday… He wasn’t even supposed to be at this party, and that’s exactly what I told him too when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into this room-

“Why have you been avoiding me Celeste?” He says after locking the door, now turned around leaning on it with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking.” I reply back fast, laying down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes you do, and now you’re lying? You never lie, that was favorite trait about you, no matter how bad, you always were straightforward with your feelings and towards others? WHAT HAPPENED?” He raises his voice towards the end.

I look up at him, surprised, knowing that he never raises his voice unless it’s serious. Meeting his gaze, I finally see the tears running down his flushed cheeks, he makes no effort to hide them, just let’s them fall.

Confused, I stand up and walk towards him, cupping both cheeks, wiping off his tears with my thumbs.

“I’m sorry, H. I guess I just thought that 3 years was long enough.” I try to move my hands back, but he quickly grabs my wrists holding them there.

“What do you mean?” He says ever so softly, more tears threatening to fall.

“Come on H, I’ve been in love with you since Junior year of high school, and I’ve been oh so vocal about, so much so that people who don’t know me think that we’re dating!” I pause, taking my hands off his face, backing away towards the other side of the room, feeling a breakdown coming.

“I know that” He responds trying to reach at me. I stop him.

“Please H, I need to get this out now, and I can’t have you touching me or else I won’t be able to say it.”

Looking defeated he just nods.

“I’m tired of following you around all the time, hoping, no… praying that someday you’ll wake up reciprocate my feelings. I know that’s a lot to ask for, which is why I’ve never once pressured you to tell me how you feel, for both your sake and mine. These past few weeks, I’ve decided to distance myself because I’ve realized how long it’s been that I’ve been waiting for you. I mean when you really think about it, 3 years is 36 months which is approximately 13,140 days! That’s 13,000 days that I have been hopelessly in love with you, wasting my time and yours. You never loved me-”

“I did love you-”

“You never loved me in the way that I loved you, and that hurt me Harry, all 3 years I was hurting, and I just didn’t realize it until now. You know I’m a strong woman Harry, but this, whatever game we’re playing, I want out, I don’t want to play anymore, I’m tired, and most of all just hurt.” I start walking towards the door, unlocking it.

“Celeste wait-”

“No Harry, this is goodbye, can’t really be a break up since we were never together.” I smile at him sadly, opening the door and closing it. I walk out of the party, saying goodbye to the people I came with, and started the walk back to my dorm.

Feeling far away I enough, I let the tears I was holding in for the past 3 years fall. I cried so much that I didn’t even see the knife the man was holding.

[creation-key]

Dude Imagine:

synopsis: You’re hungry and want food.

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 139

You’re sitting on the couch with Jack watching the new Jeffery Dahmer show, when you start feeling hungry.

“Jackmann, I’m hungry” You whine holding your stomach flailing yourself onto Jack’s lap, causing him to laugh throwing his phone on the coach next to him.

“What you wanna eat ma? Y’know i gotchu.” He says looking down at you.

“Can we get ramen from that one place I like.” You look up at him with puppy eyes (🥺) clapping your hands together like you’re praying (🙏🏽) .

He laughs grabbing his phone and shaking his head.

“You couldn’t have picked something cheaper, making my pockets hurt and shi.”

“Like your album didn’t just go platinum, shut up and pay lover” You huff at him with a small smile. He laughs, pausing for a second to salute you (🫡).

“Yes ma’am!”

[creation-key]

Hey guys, so I’m currently getting over my crush on my neighbor who just went off to college, so i’m gonna write about us, but ✨in my own way✨ :p

HE DRIVES YOU TO SCHOOL~

WARNINGS: none, it’s just a cute lil fluff imagine :))

~

It’s 7:30 and school starts at 8:15, you look out your bedroom window in hopes that see him, your crush for the past 3 years, Sam. He’s a senior and you’re a junior, so you don’t have any classes together, but you do have the same lunch, which you take advantage of by sitting at the table closest to his, in hopes that one day he’ll look at you and think, “I should ask for her snap.” But alas, it’s never happened, so you’ve come up with a plan to fake your car breaking down so that he’ll have no choice but to take you to school. Is it a little crazy? Yes. Definitely. But is it for a good cause? No comment.

10 minutes go by, so you head out the door to your car, you get in and press the start button, not stepping on the break, so that it doesn’t turn on all the way, you see in your peripheral exiting his house going towards his car. You live in a coldesac, so y’all are pretty close together. You pretend to hit your steering wheel and turn your car off. You step out of the vehicle grabbing your bag and slamming your door, apologizing to your car petunia under your breath. You look around “helplessly” until you make eye contact with Sam. He waved at you and you wave back, trying to conjure up some tears to really seal the deal. You look away at your house and in your empty drive as if to say you have no other option but to ask him.

He’s halfway in his car by the time you reach it. He looks a little startled.

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” He asks noticing the fake tears in your eyes. You wipe them away and start to explain what’s happened.

“Yeah i’m fine it’s just that my car is out of gas and it won’t move, and the bus is already gone by this time, so I was hoping you could maybe give me a ride? I mean I know we go to same school because I see you in the hallways and stuff, not that i’m stalking you or anything.” You stop, noticing him start to smile, you quickly apologize and start backing away already regretting your decision.

He laughs and just says hop in.