imagination

//wildest dreams//liam//

Lucas's pov.

Ring Ring Ring

The school bell went off, and I trailed off, purposely being slow, so I wouldn't have to be in a mosh pit out in the hall. I packed all my stuff, and then made my way out into the hall. Where stray students were.

I made my way to my lonely locker, and started putting my books away, getting ready for the weekend, like everyone else.

I finished putting my books away and got my bag out, closing my locker. I walked to the end of the hall, where the doors were, noticing a person leaning against the lockers. I walked closer, before I slowly recognized the person.

"Liam!" I shouted excitedly, running to him and hugging him.

"Hi babe." He smiled down at me.

"Woah, Liam what're you doing?" I asked, taking a good look at him, noticing his unbuttoned ruffled shirt, loose tie, and backwards hat.

"Well I heard you like bad boys, so I put my hat on backwards babe, it's not proper." He said, pointing to his hat.

"Liam, bad boys are people who rebel against their parents, get tattoos and piercings, drink and go to parties, they skip school." I told him, shaking my head.

"I know, which is why I got this done." Liam said, rolling up his sleeve, to reveal four arrows.

"Oh my god, Liam, your mom is going to kill you!" I screamed at him, inspecting his arm, rubbing it.

"Babe, it's not coming off. It's permanent." Liam told me, grabbing my hands. I sighed, and rubbed my face. I looked at him, and noticed his lip.

"A piercing! Really Liam?" I asked him, touching his face.

"You're dead, with the tattoo I could help you, but you're out of control, your moms gonna disown you." I told him.

"Then your going to get kicked out of your private school, and loose your college scholarships! Then your not going to have a good career, then your going to live on the streets, this is bad, you have to apologize." I ranted to him, getting stressed out.

"Liam, if this is about a rumour you heard, about me liking bad boys, that's not it. I was talking about, boys who can let loose. Not actually a bad boy, with piercings and tattoos. I want a good boy, a mamas boy, a boy who gets good grades, never skips class, a honour students. I want a inked boy yes, so I can trace his tattoos when we cuddle. But I want you, just the way you are." I told him, hugging him.

"Okay good." Liam said, and I pulled away from him.

"Huh?" I asked him, tilting my head confused.

"I just wanted to make sure, you'd want me, whether or not I was a good boy or bad boy." Liam laughed, and he removed his lip piercing, there wasn't even a hole. He fixed his shirt, buttoning it back up, and straightening it out. He put his tie back on and quickly tied it, then put his hat, on the right way.

"What about your tattoo?" I questioned him.

"Faded marker, I traced it a couple of times, then washed it, till all of the loose marker would come off, so you couldn't rub it off." Liam said smugly.

"You really thought about this, huh?" I laughed at him, and he swung his arm around me, and we walked outside of my school.

"I just wanted to make sure." He smiled, and kissed my head.

"Well good job, because I love you, so much." I told him, walking home with him.

"Well that's great." He breathed out in relief.

"Plus Liam, I also didn't mean bad boys in 'bad boys who put on their hats backwards' the conversation, was about naughty bad boys, you know, the ones who get punished." I told him, winking.

"Mhmm, that sounds nice."