Bowers Gang Headcanons/Imagines

Short Stuff

Description: Female reader is really short so the guys tease/ mock her for being so small.

My alarm goes off, reading 9:30 AM. It's Saturday morning so that means naturally the guys are going to want to hang out today. After taking a quick shower, I picked out a pair of black leggings and a loose grey t-shirt. I figured I'd just dress casually and comfortably because I never know what the guys have in mind for the day. Plus, it's probably best to not wear something tight-fitting around them, especially Patrick. Unless you feel like getting groped~

I sigh looking for a decent pair of shoes to put on. Majority of them have those little hidden wedges inside to give me some extra height. My height is something I am always teased about since well.. I'm below average in the height category. Being so short makes normal tasks a chore for me. I need a step stool for reaching dishes in the kitchen, I have to climb the shelves in the grocery stores just to reach the top, and people always assume I'm way younger than I really am. Here I thought I was being teased a lot before, but that was nothing compared to what the Bower's Gang puts me through now.

Hearing a loud car horn outside my bedroom window pulls me out of my daydream. I quickly grab a pair of black wedge sneakers and hurry it along, knowing if I make the guys wait any longer, Patrick will scale alongside my house and physically bring me out. Walking down the pathway to the car, I keep my head down. I begin to feel a little self-conscious knowing they are all watching me. Henry was the first to make a comment. I don't even have to look up at him, I can practically hear the smirk already. "What the fuck took you so long? Did you fall in the toilet?" Of course, everyone laughs at this, until Vic chimes in next. "Nah man, her step stool tipped over so she got stuck." This caused everyone to erupt into even more laughter, making me blush.

Henry opens the door to the Trans Ams, pushing the passenger seat up and allowing Patrick to climb out next. Being so tall, he has to duck down just so he doesn't hit his head. You climb in, taking the middle seat with Vic in the left seat on the driver's side and Patrick filing in on your right. Once everyone is in, Henry climbs back in, slamming the door shut. Reggie takes off down the street, making small talk with Henry about his beloveded car while Victor looks out the window. I get comfortable in my seat, bending my knees so my feet are resting up against the center console. Meanwhile, Patrick does not take his eyes off me. Out of all the guys, he's definitely the most observant in the group. He focuses on the little details about people, things most people would overlook-but not Patrick. Being the perv he is, I see him in my peripheral vision, looking at my legs. I begin to stiffen a bit, but don't move from the position I am in. I then see Patrick slowly begin to smile, tilting his head as his eyes zone in on my shoes. I grow more and more uncomfortable knowing he's about to make a comment and embarrass the shit out of me. His smirk becomes even more arrogant looking as he begins to say in the most condescending tone ever, "Cute shoes Y/N. I didn't know you still shopped in the children's section." Everyone immediately turns their heads to look down at my feet. Reggie glances in the rearview mirror then quickly down at the console beside him, wanting in on the joke even though he's busy driving. I quickly put my feet down on the floor, trying to avoid their eyes. Vic puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in close as he still continues to laugh at Patrick's joke. I felt relieved for a second thinking he was trying to comfort me and would tell the guys to lay off; but damn was I wrong. "You don't have to hide Y/N. Considering your height, you don't have to play so hard to get when you're already so hard to notice." My jaw just drops, not even knowing how to respond. How dare that blonde fuck say that to me! I shrug my shoulders to get him off of me, leaning away from him but trying not to get close to Patrick either. Henry begins to mock, "aww stop pouting, you know it's true!" He says as he reaches back trying to grab at my legs playfully.

Finally, after what feels like the longest car ride ever, we arrive at the junkyard. Why do we even hang out here again? I ask myself. Belch begins to line up beer bottles and cans on a crate as the other guys take out paintball guns, getting ready to just mess around for fun. Good thing I brought my book with me because I have no interest in 'target practice'. I turn the page of my book, about to continue reading when I notice Belch hovering over me. "What? ...you're making me nervous." I say nervously chuckling. Belch just smiles and bends his knees, looking at me as if he's an adult talking to a child. "Let me see what you're reading Y/N." His facial expression looks like he has a hidden agenda. I hesitantly pass him my book, asking him to be careful not to lose my place. Belch flips through the pages with disinterest but just happy he has the book in hand. Vic waltzes over with a smirk, taking the book from Belch. "Heeyy what's this?" Vic tosses the bookmark out and throws it over his shoulder. "I told you to be careful! Now give it back" I say, standing up now, trying to grab it from him. Vic purposely turns his body away from me. Henry and Patrick look over at us and the scene they are causing. Right away they smile and come over, wanting to join in on the teasing. "Hey Henry, quick, catch!" He throws my book, Henry catching it and hiding it behind his back as I approach him. "I said, Give. It. Back." I try to sound stern but he only laughs at my attempts. "What? I can't hear you from down there midget. Ya know, on second thought- while you're down there, how 'bout you suck my dick." So many emotions are rushing through my mind now. It felt like everything was spinning but I can see their mocking faces so clearly. My blood boils from being annoyed and embarrassed all at once. Henry proceeds to throw my book, now tossing it to Patrick. I turn towards Patrick with a pleading, defeated look on my face. However, pleading looks do not affect Patrick; it only encourages him to up his game, getting off on your emotions. He holds my book high above his head. I go on my tippy-toes and try to jump in order to reach it but it's no use. They continue to laugh at me especially when Patrick tauntingly leans down and says, "Does everyone have to lean down and give you a hug?" The others just keep adding to the predicament, mocking me further. I attempt to shove them back out of frustration but they barely budge. Vic doesn't let up on teasing me either. He finds it hilarious when I get angry. "Always choosing to be upset..ya know I hate the things you chose to be...your height being at the top of the list." Since I was distracted by Vic's comment, I hadn't noticed Patrick threw the book to Henry again. Henry dangles the book in my face, giving me false hope of grabbing it when he quickly pulls it away. "Vic is right, how can someone so small be so hugely irritating?" I finally give in and sit down on the ground as they remain standing, circled around me. I tried my best not to blink knowing I was about to cry. That's when Belch chimes in, "Okay, okay, here's your book back." He helps me back up and puts an arm around my shoulder as we walk back to the car now. "Y/N...I pray that in your next life, you won't be as short." I look at him playfully, smiling at me. This time, I actually laughed with him... "I'll give it to you.. that was a good one, Reggie." After settling into the car, Patrick gives you one last smirk as he pats your head like a child, making you roll your eyes and sigh.