ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕟 (𝔸𝕜𝕒 ℍ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕪) 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 ❤︎☠︎︎

Painting

I hate detention. And to make it even worse I'm in here with my crush Chase Hudson AND we have to finish painting a set for the schools musical. 

I sigh and start painting the background, making it look like the sky and trying to not look at chase too much because I don't wanna seem like a creep and if I get distracted I could mess the whole set up for the play. 

 But there's so many different shades of blue I don't know which to use, I can't remember what the teacher said to use.

I ask chase which color I'm supposed to use and he tells me midnight blue. I thank him and turn away before he can see the bright pink shade my cheeks are right now.

I feel small, damp flecks of something hit my arm and I  look down to see paint on my arm and on my shirt. 

"Ah shit" Chase says with a small chuckle. "Don't worry too much bout it though, I'll help you wash it off later ok?" He asks and I nod but then get an idea. 

"It washes off huh? Well I'm that case," I say before painting a blue stripe on the back of his shirt. He gasps then smirks. "Game on." 

He grabs a paint can and I stand up and start running, knowing what he's gonna do. He catches up to me though and splashes paint all over me. 

I "trip" on my foot and fall to my knees. 

"Shit." He mutters yet again and bends down next to me. "Y/n are you okay?" He asks with concern lacing his voice. 

I nod then quickly jump on him and hug him, causing him to fall back on his butt and more importantly,  covering him with paint too. 

We laugh and he puts his arms up in surrender. "Okay, fine, fine, I'm sorry." 

We laugh once again but when I try to slide off his lap his hands grab my waist. I look up at him and see his smile slowly fade. He looks down at my lips and I can't help but look at his. 

He slowly leans in and I do the same. The moment our lips meet I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach.

My hands go around his neck, playing with some of his dark hair while one of his is in my hair and the other stays on my waist, his thumb rubbing small circles on an exposed patch of my skin. 

We pull away for a breath but I'm still wanting more. He rests his head on my forehead with his eyes closed and whispers my name, "Y/n." My heart melts all over again. 

He cups my cheek with one hand and pulls back slowly like it hurts him to not be that close to me even though I'm still on his lap. 

"Y/n I've liked you for a long time. Your amazingly beautiful, I don't know how it's possible. Your so pretty and smart and kind and I just want to be with you. So um, basically what I'm saying is that I want to be with you so, will you be mine?" He looks nervous, like he doesn't think I like him even though I just made out with him.

"Of course I'll be yours Chase." I say with a smile. He smiles back and we kiss once again before cleaning up all the mess we made and finished painting the background for the play. 

Turns out detention wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. 

A/n: I've gotta say this is prolly my fav imagine I've ever written. Stay safe guys. 💋