Taylor Caniff Imagines/Preferences

Bad Boy

He's a bad boy

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"Who's that?" You whispered to your friend.

"Who? Oh him." She said, turning.

"Yeah, who is he?" You asked.

"That's Taylor Caniff." She muttered.

You stared at the tattooed and pierced boy. He had a bandana around his head and he lifted his hand to fix it.

He glanced around and locked eyes with you.

You immediately dropped your stare and looked at your hands that were in your lap.

Every time you glanced over at him, he would always be staring at you.

Your friend asked you something that made you look over to her.

After you answered her question, you looked up at Taylor, but he wasn't there.

You turned your head, trying to find him.

"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me." Someone whispered in your ear.

You jumped and whipped around.

There was Taylor standing right behind you, smirking.

Your friend was looking at him suspiciously.

You didn't say anything. It almost seemed impossible for words to come out of your mouth.

"So whats your name?" He asked, pushing you so there was room for him on the bench you were sitting on.

He sat next to you and put his hand on your leg.

You glanced at his hand then your gaze flickered up to his face.

"Can you talk?" He smirked.

"Oh, uh yeah. Y/N." You stuttered.

"Y/N. Nice." Taylor nodded.

"Yeah." You mumbled.

Your friend is staring at the two of you.

"And you are?" He asked, turning to your friend.

"Y/F/N." Your friend said bitterly.

"Oh, sassy." He laughed.

Your friend rolled her eyes and turned away, talking to someone else.

"So I think we should get out of here." Taylor said.

"Uh, what?" You asked, taken aback.

"Yeah, lets go do something." He winked.

"Excuse me." You said, crossing your arms.

"Hey, its just an idea." Taylor chuckled, putting his hands up.

You rolled your eyes. "A bad idea."

"So you don't want ice cream?" He smirked.

"Huh?" You looked at him weird.

"What? I was just planning on taking you for some ice cream. Unless you want to do something else." He said.

"Uh, no. Ice cream sounds good." You said, a little confused.

"Alright. Lets go." He stood up and started walking to his car.

"Uh, kay." You stood up also.

"Where are you going?" Your friend asked.

"I'm going to get ice cream with Taylor." You said dazed.

"No, no your not." Your friend said.

"I'm not?" You asked.

"No. You can't. Taylor Caniff is bad news." She told you.

You were about to say something when someone honked their car horn, which made you jump.

You both turned to see Taylor in his car, looking out the window at you.

"Come on babe." He shouted.

Your friend gave you a look.

You just shrugged then walked away, getting in Taylor's car.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Sure." You said.

Taylor drove to the nearest ice cream place.

You were going to get out of the car, when Taylor stopped you.

"What?" You asked.

"You really thought we were getting ice cream?" He asked.

"Well I was actually hoping we were." You shrugged.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"So, we aren't getting ice cream?" You asked.

"Nope." He popped the p.

You crossed your arms and sunk into your seat.

"This should be considered kidnapping." You mumbled.

Taylor laughed and kissed your cheek.

"What was that?" You asked, surprised.

"I just felt like it." He said.

You looked at him weird.

"So of we're not getting ice cream, what are we doing?" You asked.

"Whatever you want." He winked.

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The end was so bad, omg, I had no idea how to end it. Gosh.
I'm also sorry that it took me so long to update.
I was sick for the beginning of the week and I know most people update more when they're sick, but I was just really lazy.
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