Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Slumber Party- Spongebob

High School flew by so fast. It felt like I was just a freshman in school yesterday, but now, here I was packing my bag for college. I couldn't stop thinking about all the times that had gone by, all the memories, and all the people I had met. Especially this one guy.

His is brown hair flew with the wind as he skated by. There he was. Russell Hayes. My next-door neighbor and long-time crush. He was once the biggest dork, but ever since his friends gained slight popularity in 9th grade after he kissed Staci, he had become well-known. He was still a dork, but he was a dork who was out of my league. He watched my movements as I watched his. Tension rose immediately anytime we made eye contact.

There was once a time where whenever he'd skate by, I'd say 'hi,' and he'd reply. We'd stand porch listening to music and have a conversation. It would usually lead to him being late to hang out with his friends, but as time progressed, he changed. One day, when he didn't reply. I yelled out for him just in case he didn't hear me. It did no good. He only ignored me. We went from funny, deep conversations on my front porch to strangers who just went to school together; friends who talked at each other's lockers every day to split cliques who never acknowledged each other.

I rolled my eyes at him as I packed my last box in the trunk of the car. I was leaving tomorrow. As I slammed the trunk door down, my sister came out of the house with the house phone.

"Y/n, Mrs. Hayes just called to say they're throwing Russell a going-away party tonight, and they would like for you to come," she informed.

I shook my head, "I'm not going. Thanks for the offer, but I'd politely like to decline."

My sister rolled her eyes as she spoke into the phone, " Unfortunately, she can't make it, but I'll be there."

My sister rushed into the house excitedly. She loves parties; she'll attend whether she knows the person it's for or not. I don't feel comfortable attending a party for someone who wouldn't want me there.

Before I knew it, it was nighttime. I sat on my front porch listening to my stereo, turning it to the highest volume. Attempting to tune out the music from the neighbors, I sang along with the song.

"When all you got to keep is strong," I sang to myself, "Move along, move along like I know you do."

"And even when your hope is gone," a familiar voice sang with me, "Move along, move along, just to make it through."

I turned my head to see Russell walking up to the porch stairs. I turned down the volume of the music. What did he want?

"Long time, no see, huh," he chuckled, "It seems like it's been ages since we've sat here and hung out, you know, I was hoping to see you at the party, but you never showed up."

"I don't go places where I'm not wanted," I said as I watched him take a seat.

"Not wanted," he questioned, "Who said that you weren't wanted there?"

"Given the circumstances, it was pretty obvious why I assumed," I rolled my eyes, "You've ignored me for years, so why would you want to speak to me now?"

"I guess I can understand where you're coming from," he admitted, "I have been a jerk for these past few years.'

"No shit," I assured, "You told me yourself that you'd always be my friend, no matter how many cool points you got, but when everything changed, you threw me to the wolves. Some kind of friend you are."

I tried to hold back tears, my sister always told me that I should just ignore him and everything that happened, but there's more to the story than people assumed.

"I ignored so many different guys, I never had any interest, but then you came," I confided, "And I felt seen. Like I had a friend for once. Someone who I could confide in and always depend on to be there, but when I needed you most, you just ignored me. All over some blonde wannabe bimbo and a few cool points."