《 ♡ ON MY BLOCK IMAGINES ♡ 》

009. OSCAR DIAZ

no inspiration

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[h.c] - hair color

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I sighed and messed around with the guitar strings. I had no inspiration whatsoever and I had to perform a song in two days. I stared at the journal while I tapped my pencil on the desk, hoping a spark of inspiration would ignite.

"Fuck.." I whispered, pushing myself from the desk. My chair rolled to the other side of my room, stopping at the side of my bed. I got up and collapsed, kicking the chair back to my desk. I grabbed my rubber ball and tossed it up in the air, catching when gravity pulled it back down. Usually I wouldn't have trouble coming up with ideas but today was just not my day.

Ding!

I turned my head, looking at my phone on my dresser. Who was texting me?

Spookyy: yo when is ur concert thing
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I stared at the message in pure confusion, I never told him I was gonna have a performance. I only told my dad and my brother, that's it. Then again, Oscar is my best friend but I swear I don't remember mentioning any events I was going to attend.

wtf ?? :You

Spookyy: wdym

who told u i was having a perfor. ? :You

Spookyy: it doesnt matter
Spookyy: when u havin it tho
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Sure, I was going to invite him but I was gonna ask him to be my date. I sighed and sat up, my phone still on. I called him, waiting for him to answer.

"What?"

"Hello to you too Oscar."

"Que quieres hyna?"

"I'm sorry, since when was I hyna? Last night you were calling me bestie n' shit." I said annoyed, he was probably with his friends. He got quiet for a good minute until I heard him move around.

"I'm coming over."

I rolled my eyes and hung up. Laying back down on my bed, knowing he was coming to talk shit. I got up and sat in my desk, pulling out my journal and pencil. Fuck, I still didn't have any ideas. I groaned in frustration and ran my hands through my [h.c] hair. I heard pounding on my window and rolled my eyes already knowing who it was.

Just in case, I grabbed my bat and walked to my window, dragging the bat behind me. I moved the curtains out of the way with the bat. Oscar stood there, a scowl on his beautiful face. I smiled and put the bat down, opening the window for him to climb in.

"Hi bestie." I smirked, knowing he hated that name. Oscar rolled his eyes and climbed in, closing my window. I laid on my bed while Oscar stood in front of me.

"So, what's up?"

He grunted and pulled my arm, sitting me up. I looked at him as if he was crazy, his face hardened. I kept quiet and looked down at my feet.

"[y.n], when is your performance?"

"Two days."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well you see.." I bit my lip and played with the ends of my hair. Oscar rose an eyebrow and pulled the chair from my desk, sitting in it. I looked around my room trying to find something to look at. Oscar grabbed my face and made me look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me [y.n]?"

"I, uh.. I was gonna tell you but I... forgot..?"

He rolled his eyes and put his hand on my lap. My breath hitched and my face turned red. Oscar smirked and got closer to my face.

"Bullshit."

I sighed and played with his fingers.

"I was gonna tell you but I was gonna ask you to be my date." I whispered, tracing the patterns of his palms. I refused to look at him and continued to play with his hands, Oscar stayed quiet too.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

Oscar nodded and watched me play with his hands. He put his hand on my cheek, making me look at him. I blushed lightly and looked into his eyes. He smirked and leaned in, closing the gap between us. I tensed up, my eyes widening while Oscar's eyebrows furrowed. I kissed back and pushed him back, climbing into his lap. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist.

We pulled away, gasping for air while we laughed breathless.

"You're a wild one [y.n]."

I smirked.

"You shoulda known that already."

Oscar's phone rang, he pulled it out and groaned. I looked at him in confusion then saw Cesar's face filling up his phone. I smiled and kissed his cheek, waving him goodbye. Oscar grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, kissing me deeply then letting me go.

He left and I rushed to my journal, suddenly getting hit by a wave of inspiration.

Spookyy: ill pick u up at 5 tomorrow

I saw the message, biting my lip to contain my smile. Looks like all I needed was a kiss from Oscar to get inspired; he's my inspiration.