crush/boyfriend imagines

At First, It Was Just Nice That He Cared

You see, with me, liking guys is a difficult thing.

I work up these ideas in my head of how absolutely perfect he - said guy - is and then I realize that the person I 'like' isn't even, technically, real.

I've tried to be better about only romanticizing what I do know about him but when you've only ever liked guys who you're not really friends with, it's a little (lot) harder.

Well, that is, until I liked him.

At first, I thought I was just subconsciously obsessing over the fact that he gave me attention since we were becoming friends and all, but then I actually started to get to know him.

The more I knew him, the more I interacted with him, the more I was with him, the more I felt myself genuinely falling in love with him.

The only problem now is that I don't think he feels the same.

And, you know, at first, it was just nice that he cared.

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I'd gone to the usual spot to hang out with him and a few of our other friends when I was just starting to get to know them.

"Hey, y/n's here!!!!" They all exclaimed as I walked through the door.

"Hi, y/n" he'd said and I smiled and went to sit on the couch with some of the others.

Some of the others were joking about making a joke saying how they'd say "you know who sucks? Kent (who was another one of our friends)" when he came through the door and c/n said, "You know who sucks?" Then he looked at me with a dorky smile spread across his face and said, "Y/n" and he laughed.

"C/n, that's so mean!" I exclaimed as I laughed and we just smiled at each other for a moment or two.

I think our thing had become teasing each other in that sibling way - if that makes sense.

A few weeks prior we'd all gone bowling together and his turn was always after mine. And every time I'd be making my way back he'd be making his way toward the lane and make some remark about how much I suck even though I was winning. I'd make one back and we'd glare at each other in a smiling joking way.

And that was kind of where our friendship "blossomed", I guess.

Returning to present events...
One of the guys had hooked up his laptop to the TV so we could all play these group games from our phones.

"Are you gonna play, y/n?" C/n asked.

"Huh?" I said looking up from my phone.

"Are you gonna play or just watch?" He asked again knowing I don't normally participate in group activities.

"I don't know what it is?" I replied confusedly.

"Oh, here I'll show you," he said enthusiastically as he jumped up to show me where to go. "Just go to Safari and type in..."

After he'd shown me where to go and what to do he ended up sitting next to me on the couch.

Occasionally, he'd look over at me with his head leaned back on the cushion, and he'd just stare at me. I'd look at him and flash a small smile, he'd smile back, I'd look away again, he'd linger for a small second and then look away.

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Later that night, about like an hour or so later, I was slumped on a section of the couch that had been pushed to the side and was currently staring tiredly at the TV screen we'd been playing games on for the past [near] two hours.

I'd hit my inevitable social battery crash.

C/n looked to me from directly across. "How you doin' y/n, you good?" He asked, making direct eye contact with me.