Get ready for a sneak peek of the Imagine next to this one.😉 oh and please do guess where I inspired some parts in this imagine and let me know in the comments😀😀
If you know Rainbow Rowell, you will definitely guess where I inspired this.
Enjoy!
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Your POV
I was sitting in the living room with my laptop screen in front of my face as I type words in vigorously. You see, I'm a fan fifiction writer in this website and app called Wattpad. But I'm just an average one. I'm really not that famous, although most people do enjoy my works.
And I kind of like to keep it that way. I'm already happy at this state of my account. But I'd still feel the same thing if things get better.
Right now, I was writing a Nowhere boy Paul McCartney Imagine for an Imagines book I'm working on. I sang along quietly to 'Welcome to the Black Parade' by My Chemical Romance that has been blasting through my earphones while I write. Even though my roommate's still away from filming and I'm home alone, I still managed to stay quiet.
I got distracted by the song as it reached the chorus. I closed my laptop and let my head bang into the music. At this point my stomach growled and I didn't even realized that I'm hungry.
So I went into the kitchen with my earphones still intact and plugged into my phone. I went into the pantry and grabbed a bag of pretzels and a jar of nutella. (I don't know if it's a weird combination for you shanks, but to me it isn't. Oh, and if you don't like it then change it if you want)
Once again, the chorus came in, but this time, I sang along loudly whilst grabbing a spoon to get a scoop of that chocolatey goodness as my pretzel dip. I didn't even care if my voice cracks. I put the food down when I realized I want to write in one of the stools. So I walked back into the living room to fetch my laptop.
Until I noticed there were already two boys sitting on the spot I was sitting on the couch a while ago.
One of them's my roommate of 5 months, Dylan. And the other one's his cast mate, Thomas. Let me just say, they're both goofballs. But Thomas is less outgoing than Dylan. They were both grinning at me like a bunch of slintheads.
I should really turn down the volume a tad bit so I can hear them coming in..
Still confused on what they're smiling at, I looked around if there's anything interesting around my surroundings. My brows furrowed as I take my earphones off. "What?" I asked.
They both just snickered as I see Dylan putting his phone back into his pocket. My eyes widen when I realized that they just did. "Dylan, you shuckfaced shuck!" I exclaimed as I approached them.
"Give me the phone!" I demanded. I probably sound like mother now. "No way José!" He replied.
"Can you at least delete it right now?" I begged. I really don't like it when they do this.
"Why would I?" He scoffed. I groaned as I try to snatch it from it.
"Come on, you sounded so good, look!" Dylan played the video whilst I try to get it deleted. Ever since I've been living here for 3 months, He would always make a video of me whenever I sing along loudly to whatever song I'm listening to whilst doing chores or getting some food.
I eventually watched it and I gotta say, It wasn't that bad. But it still doesn't change the fact that I want that to be deleted. So I tapped on the trash can symbol without letting Dylan know that I was deleting it myself and he's holding it for me.
I pressed confirm and walked up to the coffee table to grab my laptop like nothing happened. "Y/N!" He called out as soon as he saw the video is deleted. I couldn't help but grin in victory.
~time skip~
".. Alright I'll be there.. yeah I'm already making myself presentable mom... but I'll be only staying until she finishes her speech after she gets her diploma, I've got company... Okay, see you later." Dylan ended the call with his mum. He forgot that it was his sister's graduation today and he only realized that when he was watching an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. with us.
For the last time, he fixed his button-up shirt and folded the sleeves up to his elbows. "Alright," he started as he looked at us, "I'll just be leaving you guys again for the third time,"
"Please, don't do anything that'll cause an immature fight between you two.." he added as he grabbed his wallet and keys.
"Don't worry!! We'll be fine.." I exclaimed to him.
Let me explain. You see, the last time he left us alone to buy a tub of ice cream for the three of us, Thomas and I got into this fight even though it wasn't much of a big deal..
"The last time this happened I came home with seeing you latched on Thomas' back and your hands are pulling his hair." He recalled matter-of-factly as he cocked his eyebrow on me.
"Well.. we didn't knew each other then! And you know how I go mad when people tries to dig in to my private stuff!" I defended.
"Yeah, yeah whatever.. don't do anything stupid anyways.."
"Dylan, just go, I'll just sit here and watch the telly. You don't want your sister to be disappointed now do ya?" Thomas chimed.
"Fine, I'll see you later.."
With that, he stood up after he finish tying his shoes and headed out with his keys, wallet, and phone. I was already grabbing my laptop with me and my snacks so I can head to my room and finish this fanfic peacefully, until Dylan's head appeared at the door again.
"And Y/N," he started, "keep Thomas company," he grinned at me as he closes the door again. I sighed and groaned.
Guess I'll just finish this fanfic in the same room as this shank, Thomas.
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Surprisingly, it was peacefully quiet between us. All I can hear is the song, 'tear in my heart' by Twenty one Pilots blasting through my earphones with the television noise being muffled in the background.
I kept my distance from him as I don't want anything to happen between us, good or bad.
Thomas is sitting on the sofa, which is in front of the telly with his feet resting on the ottoman. He was watching episode I of Star wars. While I'm sitting on the loveseat which is between the sofa and the television. (You probably don't know what I'm talking about, but imagine the seats are in the L-shape position)
I have to admit, I sort of have a little liking for him. Even if he annoys me sometimes, I can't stop thinking about Thomas. I know it's probably just an infatuation but I still couldn't stop getting a wee bit nervous when I'm alone with him.
I realized I was done with the last paragraphs of the imagine. So I went ahead and re-read it to correct some grammatical errors:
Is this what love feels like?
Like your heart is beating the shit out of your insides as you look at a boy who finds you interesting enough to write a song just for you?
Paul kept looking at me and kept smiling the whole time as he sings. I couldn't help but blush. At this point, I didn't really feel insecure about the scar that is imprinted right down my eye to my cheek. I didn't care about the girls glaring at me with jealousy-filled eyes. All I cared about is how good it is to have someone you love feels the same about you.
Till, there was you...
As the song ended, the crowd clapped and whistled for his greatness. But his eyes are still fixated on me. John soon noticed this so he grabbed the microphone, "Thank you very much for your support, but you lots settle down for a moment," he hushed the people who're cheering.
Eventually they did and let him continue, "McCharmly here has something to say to my wonderful little half-sister, Y/N." He pointed at me and grinned.
"Here you go, mate," John gave back the microphone but he whispered something to Paul before he let go. I don't know what did he just said to him, but somehow it made Paul smile in relief. "Good evening, ehmm.. I'd like miss Y/N to come up here please.."
I was in the middle of correcting my spellings and my typos until I felt somebody's breathing on my shoulder. I didn't even need to look from behind when I see no one on the sofa and the telly was turned off.
I frowned as I caught Thomas off guard by pinching his nose between my index and middle finger. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" He yelped. I put my laptop down with one hand and closed it slightly as I stand up, making him stand up as well.
I turn around and faced him with a glare as soon as I let go of his nose. He was panting and his face is scrunched up since I pinched it too hard. "Must you attack me whenever I get near you?" He complained.
"Well you were looking at what I am doing!" I argued.
"I-I couldn't help it! I got curious.." He spat back. Although he got a little fidgety and he looked down on the ground. "And Dylan told me you write fanfictions about some characters that I played in..." he added quietly. I couldn't help but widen my eyes as the heat rush up to my cheeks.
That shuckface has been looking through.y laptop as well and I'm gonna shucking throw him off the cliff when he gets home. "You know what? I'm gonna edit this in my room.. make yourself at home until Dylan comes back." I grumbled as I grab my laptop from the couch.
But I was stopped by the grip on my shirt, "But Dylan said you keep me company!" He whined.
A part of me felt flattered because he wanted me to stay. But the other part of me just wanted to be left alone.
"Well, I don't think you need anything from me, since you're settled there on the couch." I scowled.
"I actually need you to do me a favor.."
I sighed and sat back down, "Fine, what do you want?"
"Read me you're fanfiction." He grinned from ear to ear. I laughed sarcastically and rolled my eyes, "yeah, like I'm gonna do that."
"Come on.. Please?" He begged like a little child. But I didn't budge. I sighed and handed him my laptop, "read it yourself," I folded my arms as I look at him, admiring him a little.
"You do know I'm dyslexic right?.." Thomas replied.
"Not my problem!" I put my hands up like I was surrendering.
"I'll buy you coffee?" He bribed. I looked away from him. How the bloody hell did he knew my weakness?
"It can be any kind.." Thomas started lingering around me. Then he started listing the kinds, "it can be espresso.."
He gave me a smirk, "..cappuccino.."
My face was heat up as his face is close to mine. I looked down on the ground, pretending that I'm not hearing anything.
Soon he got near my ear and whispered, "..lat-"
"OKAY! OKAY! JUST STOP IT WITH THE BRIBERY!" I cut him off. I couldn't help but give in.
I sighed as I opened my laptop. I glared at Thomas who's happily sitting next to me. "Just one story, alright?" I grumbled.
I opened my compilation of one-shots and scrolled through it pick the one that I had just finished an hour ago.
I opened the file and cleared my throat..
It was a day in this household.
My mother, Julie and my father, Bobby are bickering again.
You see, my brother, John got suspended for bringing pornographic magazines to school. He didn't want to let our Aunt Mimi know.
"I need him!" My mum sobbed quietly even though I can still here her from the staircase, "I need him to be mine!" She exclaimed.
"How about we make a deal?"...
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My throat was already dry from reading it to him verbally. The back of my neck feels like it's being stabbed by a dagger and my eyes are starting to get heavy. My head was making me dizzy from looking at the screen.
This is what I get for putting too much details on my stories..
I tried not to show it to Thomas, but he noticed it anyways. "Put your hair down to lessen the dizziness." he muttered to me as he gently pulled the hair tie off himself. His hand started to massage my scalp a little to reduce the pain. It felt so good I couldn't help but close my eyes.
"Thanks..." I murmured. He wasn't that annoying after all. It just so happens that I don't like socializing with human beings.
"You should go to sleep, you don't have to finish it for me.." he consoled. I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden my head was on his shoulder and he didn't stop me. He even wrapped his arm around me. Somehow I felt safe in his arms.
I looked up at him and he looked back at me, "The story was great by the way," he said to me. I noticed his eyes roaming around my face.
"That's.." I trailed out when I find him leaning in to me. The pace of my heart quickened but I was too tired to tense up. ".. good to hear.." I breathed out until his lips are pressed against mine...
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Wow.. this is the fastest update I've done in months since school started.. well at least that's what I think...
Anyways, want to know what happens after the kiss? Please let me know! Pleaseeeee.
Coming up next is chapter 6 of 'Hands Down'
Thanks for reading!
-Bloodyinspiredtri💙