O2L Imagines {R}

Kian and Jessie

How do you deal with a crush? Especially crushing on your brother's friend. Like, please! I need some key points, any help! It's like dealing with a bomb, one wrong move and your heart explodes.

Kian is the bomb. Kian is my brother's best friend. Their like friendship goals. My brother, Jc Caylen, and Kian are famous. They're not the typical actor or singer famous, they're the YouTuber famous. But that's a different story I can tell another day.

With Kian coming over constantly to film with my brother, I can't avoid him.

And neither can I avoid what he does to me.

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I scroll through Kian's Instagram, lurking through his old pictures, making sure I don't accidentally like any of the pictures. I look around the barren house, trying very hard to hide my dirty little secret. Even though my brother is sound asleep upstairs, my hands exit out of Instagram as fast as possible with any sudden sounds.

I roll my eyes and drool at the picture projecting from my phone.

"Jesus." I whisper.

Two loud knocks make me jump and have a spasm attack in my hands. Next thing I know, a white heart appears on my screen.

"Shit!" I whisper loudly. My eyes widen and my hands become shaky and clammy. I unlike the picture in seconds, hoping, no, praying he doesn't see it.

"Jesus? Please let the fans be thirsty and like that picture. I only ask one thing." I stare at my ceiling, "talking" to Jesus.

Two more knocks bang at my door, even louder this time. I roll my eyes and walk over to the door. Before I unlock my front door, I look down. My pajama shorts were way too short and my tank top exposed my cleavage completely. Plus, me being a girl, I have no bra on. Who sleeps with a bra on? Which reminds me, it way too early for someone to be over.

"Who is it?" I ask with my door still closed.

"Fucking finally Jc! We need to film, now open the door." Kian says, annoyed. God, I know my voice is deep when I wake up, but not that deep.

"First of all; Kian its Jessie and second; it too early." I emphasize the "too".

"Oh sorry Jessie, but is Jc up?" He asks. His tone changing in an instant. I chuckle at his change in demeanor. Me being Jc's sister, I get treated like I will die any day. The overprotectiveness my brother confines me is unbearable, so Kian is always nice to me.

"He's asleep. He hasn't made the house smell good from him cooking breakfast yet." I admit and I could hear Kian chuckle. My whole face stings from the burning sensation, just a chuckle. Fuck.

"Can you open the door?" He jiggles the knob. I giggle and unlock the door. Kian walks in, his scent hitting me instantly. I fall into a trance when my lungs inhale the odor, my veins seem to consume the odor and turn it into a drug.

"Jessie?" Kian waves his hand over my face and I snap out of my thoughts. I shake my head, trying to get my dirty mind to act proper for once.

"Uh yeah, sorry." I laugh nervously. I could feel a crimson color stain my cheeks. I try to get my mind off of that and I focus on Kian's outfit.

His torso is dressed in a white t-shirt and his legs are covered in a dark denim. To complement his look, his bleached hair is half covered in a black hat.

I press my legs to together to stop the pleasuring sensation coming from the pit of my stomach.

"Hey, um I wanted to ask you something." He walks over to the couch I was previously laying on and takes a seat. He patted the seat next to him, motioning me to sit next to him.