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imthebrettofthegroup-blog · 7 years

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Venom || Joe Sugg Imagine

As long as everyone had known Joe and I had hated each other. Our friends had more often than not had to tear us apart. We didn’t get along.

“Hey Y/N/N, the boys are going out for lunch and you’re coming,” Conor’s voice blasts from my phone.

“Hey Con,” I laugh shifting my phone so it sits between my shoulder and my ear, “Who’s going?”

Conor coughs a little, “Just the boys.” He trails of cautiously.

“Will he be there?” I ask venom seeping through my tone.

Conor laughs nervously, “Who do you mean?”

I scoff, “You know exactly who I mean.”

“I don’t know if he will be there Y/N,” Conor sighs defeatedly. I run my fingers through the ends of my hair harshly.

“If he’s there I’m leaving,” I say quickly.

Conor sighs dramatically, “Y/N.”

I quickly cut him off, “I’ve had enough of his shit Conor.”

“Fine,” He says, I can practically hear the disappointment in his voice. I shake my head at his disappointment. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Where are we meeting?” I ask before he can hang up. He lists off the cafe and shortly after hangs up.

An hour later, I stood in the doorway the cafe, peering in my eyes search for the rowdy group of boys. My E/C eyes meet those of Caspar, who grins and waves me over. Making my way over to them my eyes rake across the table. No Joe.

Smiling widely at the group,“Hey Guys,” I say excitedly. I sit in the empty seat next to between Conor and Jack. Each of the boys glance nervously at each other.

“What?” I say narrowing my eyes slightly.

“Hey, guys-” His voice says before stopping, “What are you doing here?”

Rolling my eyes I stand from the table only to be yanked back down. “Conor,” I say in a warning tone silently threatening him.

“Let her leave,” Joe laughs condescendingly. Narrowing my eyes at him.

“Shut your fucking face,” I spit, kicking my chair backward eyes shining with anger.

“Whoa Y/N, chill,” Jack says tugging on my arm. I pull my arm away from him forcefully.

“Don’t touch me.” I spit at him venom dripping from my voice. Turning around to lock eyes with Joe, “And you. What’s your problem with me?”

“You’re annoying,” Laughing a little.

“That’s fucking childish.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

“Y/N,” Caspar says standing up.

“What?” I ask throwing my hands in the air, “I’ve not done a fucking thing to him! He has absolutely no reason to be such an asshole to me.”

“Y/N/N,” Conor says drawing my attention away from the other boys.

“What Conor? You’ve all stood by and let him verbally attack me. I’m going to stand up for myself.”

“I wasn’t attacking you,” Joe mumbles eyes cast downwards.

“And what would you call it Sugg?” I cross my arms across my chest. When he stays silent I pick up my stuff and walk around the table and just as I’m about to pass him. I break out into a grin.

“Should we tell the now?” I ask loud enough that they can hear. Eyes locked with Joe’s. He smiles softly eyes sparkling with mischief. He shakes his head softly and takes a step towards me still grinning.

“Whoa mate, what are you doing?” Conor’s panicked voice appears from behind me.

Joe takes another step. He hooks his fingers through my jean loops pulling me towards him smashing our lips together. I grin and trail my fingers up and into his hair.

Gasps from our friends resonate around us as we pull apart.

“Hey Casp, remember when I told you I was seeing someone?” Joe asks wrapping his arm around my waist both of us grinning at our friends.

“Your fucking pricks,” Conor laughs.

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imthebrettofthegroup-blog · 7 years

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Prove It || Jack Maynard Imagine

“Would it be okay if I called you princess?” A voice whispers into my ear. I laugh rolling my eyes.

“What do you want Maynard?” I ask turning around to face him. We’re stood in a basically empty library, I was previously glancing over the many shelves.

“Go on a date with me?” He says grabbing my hand in his softly.

“We’ve been through this,” I say shaking my head averting my gaze from him and back to the many books. I pull my hand away from him to pull out a story.

“Yes,” He begins,“But I’ve also explained to you that I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Prove it,” I say crossing my arms over my chest, silently challenging him.

“Fine,” He says spinning on his heel, walking away from me.

What has gotten into that boy?

It had been a few days since the encounter with Jack at the library and I hadn’t seen him since. Joe and Conor have both tried to call me, but each and every time I would decline their calls. But today the both of them had been calling me constantly.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath answering the phone, “Hello?” my voice thick with annoyance.

“Finally,” Conor’s voice comes booming through the phone, “Have you been online today?”

“No?” I ask skeptically.

“Open your laptop and log into twitter,” Doing as he says my eyes trail over Jacks most recent tweet.

It’s a screenshot of a note that he had written on his phone. It reads,

There is this girl. She’s the most beautiful, smart, kind, funny. She’s perfect in every way imaginable. Her H/C hair, Her beautiful smile, her lips, her nose, her arms, her legs, her hands, her feet, Each and every part of this amazing human is absolutely perfect. Her eyes, her gorgeous H/C eyes, it’s my favorite color. She’s my best friend. She’s the single most intelligent person I know. But she has one fault… she doesn’t realize how amazing and beautiful she is.

My eyes well with tears.

She gets prettier and prettier each and every time I see her. She’s outstandingly gorgeous, but that’s the least interesting thing about her. She makes me laugh so hard that my sides ache, Smile so big that I feel that my cheeks are going to tear in half. She’s an absolute weirdo, but that’s one of the main reasons I like this girl.

“Y/N?” Conor’s voice breaks my thoughts.

“I need to talk to your brother,” I say distractedly, Searching for a jacket.

“No need, he’s outside your door.” Conor hangs up after that. Placing my phone down on the counter top, I rush over to the door, opening it at lightning speed.

“Jack,” I breathe, Eyes raking over his bashful face, and down to the bouquet of roses. My hands come up to cover my mouth.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you this one more fucking time,” He laughs making me laugh, “Y/N, you are my best friend, Will you please be my girlfriend?”

I bite my lip nervously, taking a step forwards towards him I place my lips on him softly.

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