here is another imagine by @trappedinatextbox
btw, this imagine gets a little heated, and will be the closest you get to smut in this book tbh
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A/N AUTHOR: i feel unholy, also comforter = duvet
2kewl4u = y/n
Chnadler
can u come over
2kewl4u
why
Chnadler
just do it
2kewl4u
welp can't argue with
shia labeouf
* * *
"Mom, can I go to Chandler's house?"
"Are his parents home?"
"Yeah. Just going over to hang out."
She squints at me like she thinks I'm lying. To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. We're just going to hang out, of course, we're not dating or anything. Just friends. Sadly. Are his parents home? No clue. He conveniently left that out.
"I suppose. And remember, Y/N, you're at that age where emotions can run high-"
"Goodbye, Mom!"
* * *
I knock on his door. His mom answers. "Uh, hi, is Chandler home?"
"Yeah, you're Y/N, right?"
"Uh. Right. He...asked for me to come over?"
She -- if one mother wasn't enough -- gives me the Mom Squint. "He did? He didn't tell me..."
"Uh, if you want, I can just -- uh -- leave-"
"No, it's fine, come in!"
That was strange.
His little brother is sitting on the sofa watching NCIS or something. "Who are you?" he asks.
"I'm Y/N? Chandler's friend? Do any of you know why I'm here?"
"Y/N? His friend that's a girl?" He seems surprised. I'm not sure if I should feel offended or not. Then he grins. "Oh, I know why Chandler wants you here."
"...why?"
He shakes his head. "Just go see for yourself. He's upstairs."
"...alright..."
I go up the stairs. I am worried, to the say the least.
I push open his door. "Chandler?"
He shuts his laptop when I walk in. "Right! Y/N!"
"Are you okay? Because your mom may or may not like me, I'm really not sure, and your brother is acting weirdly suspicious, like he knows something I don't, actually, he does, and I'm pretty sure you know it, so if you would just-"
He shuts me up by pressing his mouth to mine, and it sends a jolt deep inside me, sending a warm feeling all through my body.
I push him away.
He's breathing heavily, his hands on my shoulders, gripping maybe a bit too tightly. "I..."
"What was that?"
Then it hits me.
"You little shit, you're horny, aren't you?"
He attempts to smile but it comes out as more of a grimace. "So maybe I am."
