Crabstickz Imagines

No Shoes

You stared at the house directly across the street from you. Chris Kendall's house was lit with only a couple of strings of blue lights. You were trying to get up the courage to invite him over for one of the still hot, gooey chocolate chip cookies you'd just baked. You'd had a crush on Chris since he'd moved in last year. You'd promised yourself you'd make a move before this year was up.

You went into the kitchen, nervously grabbing a drink. You had to stop being an idiot and ask if he'd like to hang out for eggnog and cookies.

You went back to the window. You saw a figure walking towards the house. Miracle of miracles it was Chris! You wondered what he could want. All thoughts were dashed when you heard a small shout and watched as Chris slipped on the ice.

You ran outside at top speed, not even bothering to put on shoes. You practically slid on your knees to Chris's aid.

"Are you okay!" You demanded, grabbing Chris's arm.

"Hey," Chris grinned embarrassedly. This seemed like an inappropriate response to your worried yelling.

"Oh gosh, do you have a concussion? How many fingers am I holding up?" You questioned, holding up three fingers.

"Hey, you're not wearing any shoes," Chris said worriedly.

"What?" You said exasperatedly.

"Or a coat!"

"How many fingers Chris?" You waved your hand in his face but his attention was otherwise engaged.

"Why would you come out here without shoes or a coat!" He practically demanded.

"Oh lord, you do have a concussion don't you?" You face palmed worriedly.

"I don't have a bloody concussion," Chris rolled his eyes.

"Then why won't you answer my question!" You exclaimed.

"Well, you won't answer mine!" Both of you were acting much more frantically than the situation called for.

"Because yours isn't as important!"

"Three then! Three fingers," he croaked.

"Oh thank God," you passed a hand over your face.

"Now tell me why in hell you would come out here without shoes and a coat on," Chris, in your opinion was being ridiculous, so you just rolled your eyes and helped him stand up.

"Y/N!" Chris demanded as you began your slow path to the house.

"What!" You snapped incredulously.

"Never do that again, you could've hurt yourself or caught a cold. Imagine if there was glass out here. I don't know why in the world-"

"Oh MY LORD Chris because I bloody fancy you okay?" You almost screamed and that immediately stopped Chris's rambling.

"I saw you fall and I wanted to help. I didn't think about my shoes or coat, but I'll never forget again now you've burned it into my mind!"

The rest of the way to your house was silent. You finally got Chris in and noticed blood was seeping through his jeans. Your feet prickled when the heat of your house hit them, tingling with the anticipation of being warm again. You ran to get your first aid kit, almost tripping multiple times because your legs were practically numb.

Chris was in one of your kitchen chairs when you returned, gingerly rolling up his pant leg. You approached him with the supplies and he gave a wary glance at the rubbing alcohol, but let you begin to nurse the wound.

"I can do-"

"I'm fine," you responded quickly.

"So why were you outside my house on the iciest night of the year?" You asked casually.

"I was gonna, shhhhhhh," he stopped his sentence and hissed as the alcohol touched the ragged skin.

"Here," you said pushing the plate of cookies and cup of eggnog towards him. "Try not to think about it."

"These are good," he said almost immediately.

"Yeah? Glad you like them I was trying to work up the courage to ask you over to try some anyhow," you mumbled.

Another silence filled the room. You continued to clean and swab Chris's bloody knees.

"Thanks, by the way, I could've done this myself," he was blushing.

"Twas my driveway that did the damage, good sir," you said sticking on the last plaster. "I take full responsibility."

Chris laughed and you felt your heart swell. He looked down at you gently.

"Plus when someone gets a sudden burst of pain they can get all shaky and even faint, so it's better to have someone else tend to you." You glanced at his hands.

"See?" You said taking his slightly trembling hand in yours. It felt nice and warm. You realized you'd been holding it too long and your face heated. You were still on your knees before him, feeling awkward, you tried to fill the silence as you cleaned up the paper on the floor that was from the bandaids.

"So why were you coming over again?" You asked clearing your throat. When you lifted your head you were only inches away from Chris who had bent down and was now grinning.

"I was going to invite you over, I guess I fancy you too," he admitted smiling. Then he leaned down a tiny bit more and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back excitedly. The noise of crinkling paper filled the room as your hand tightened around the plaster papers in excitement. Chris then backed away, hair still hanging in his eyes. You smiled back, now thoroughly warmed up.