𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, imagines

~ B L I N D D A T E

You we're anxiously, but nervously sitting at a hill that you agreed to go to with an unknown boy that's name was Michael but told you to call him Mike. You've never seen this boy but you trusted you best friend Amelia, and went to the date. As you fiddled with you fingers, you hear the grass crunching, ' Someone must be coming '  you say to  yourself as you fix your hair and shirt. 

A tall, very tall, boy sits down in front of you. " Are you-? " they ask. " Yes, I'm Y/n. You must be Mike! " you say happily. You both start talking about school, and your interest's, the conversation getting deeper with every word and sentence.

You both stop talking, " Your outfit is really cute. " he says, admiring your beautiful eyes. You blush, your face is as red as a sugary sweet raspberry. You smile bright, and he smiles back.

You both hear the grass rustling, again, you both look and Ameila and Mikes friends are laughing and smiling at you both. 

  Turns out, they've been there the whole time.