The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines

Oscar Imagine for Isaura

"I'll meet you back here in, like, two minutes." I tell my parents running back to the elevator of the hotel we were staying in and going back up to my room. I'd left my phone in the room and there was no way I was going the day without it.

As the elevator dings, reaching the fifth floor, the doors open and I walk down the long hallway of doors until I reach my room. I open the door stepping into my room and retrieving my phone and then heading back to the elevator.

I walk, looking down at my phone. Looking up every so often to maintain direction. As I approach the elevator, I reach my hand out to hit the service button when I accidentally bump hands with someone else. I shoot my hand back and my head up to see a blue eyed sandy blond haired by laughing. I blush at the incident.

"Sorry about that." I apologize, a tad bit embarrassed.

"Not a problem," He laughs, "to the lobby?" he asks. I nod my head, still blushing. He has a heavy accent that I guess is Swedish, though I'm not completely sure. I'm not gonna lie, he is pretty cute.

The elevator doors open and the boy stands to the side, letting me enter first. I thank him quietly, and step int the elevator as he follows shortly after. Letting the doors close as he pushes the button to the lobby.

"I'm Oscar, by the way." he says, holding out his hand. I take it and shake it gently.

"Isaura." I tell him, feeling the heat beginning to form in my cheeks again. I silently hope that he doesn't notice.

"Pretty name," He tells my, smirking a bit, "for a pretty girl, of coarse." His comment doesn't really help the blushing situation and I smile a little. He looks as though he is about to say something when the elevator stops abruptly, but the doors stay closed. I look at Oscar with a confused expression, and he returns the same look to me. Something's not right.

We wait a few more seconds, in hopes of the elevator starting again. But just as I thought, it doesn't. Oscar walks over to the doors, first trying to pry them open, but is clearly unsuccessful.

"Well," he says, reaching out his arm and pressing the emergency button, "looks like we might be here for a while." I slide my back down the wall of the elevator and sitting to lean on it. Oscar does the same. I take out my phone, looking at the top left hand corner for service.

"Great," I say sarcastically, "no service." He takes his out of his pocket and looks down t the glowing screen.

"Same here," he adds putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Looks like we have no one to talk to but each other." I say, laughing lightly.He puts a half smirk on his face and moves over, until he is sitting next to me.

"For some reason I don't mind that." He says, winking.

"Man, you're flirty." I tell him making him chuckle to himself.

"Yeah, sometimes," He looks down at his hands and the back up to me, "is it working?" he asks hopefully. I laugh, biting my lip, nervously.

"Maybe a little..." I trail off, trying to hold back a huge smile. He looks at me for a minute longer, looking as though there is a debate going on in his head.

"How does this work?" He asks, taking my chin and gently pushing my head towards him. He hesitates a moment before pushing his lips onto mine, and then pulling away.

"Definitely working." I tell him and we both laugh. He leans in to do it again, but at the very worst moment, the elevator begins to move again. Oscar stand up, holding out his hand help me up before the doors open.

"Can I see your phone for a second?" He asks. I take out my phone, handing it to him and I watch as he taps away that the screen. "I have to run, but text me later today," he says, handing my phone back to me, "we should hangout." I nod my head as he rushes out of the door. Who knew being trapped in an elevator could be so good?

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I really don't know how I feel about this one. What do you guys think? Regardless, I hope you liked it ❤️❤️
~Sarah