Connor:
Connor wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, Clenching and unclenching his fists. He finally mustered up the courage to knock, 3 times to be exact, he counted. It had been almost 30 seconds since he'd knocked and he turned on his heel, about to run back to his moms car when the door creaked open.
"Hey con, you ready?" You piped up from the doorway, his jaw dropping as he saw you. He'd only seen you in school attire and Watergirl uniform, never date ready. He wasn't even sure if it was a date rather than friends just hanging out.
"Oh...yeah." He smiled a bit and you laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along. The car ride to the pizza place was quiet, light music coming from the car radio and Connor's stepdad humming along. When you two had arrived Connor was almost glued to his seat, blushing and trembling a bit.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and patiently waited outside the car for your wobbly date who looked as if he was about to hurl. "You okay, con? You look terrible." He chuckled a bit. "Gee thanks." You rolled your eyes. "You know what I meant. He shrugged and opened the door to the pizzeria for you.
When you sat down, he kept looking around and his hands were tapping on the table. He was nervous out of his mind. You slowly put your hand over his. "Connor calm down. It's just me." He sighed. "That's the thing, Y/N. It's you. You're pretty and beautiful and just like, way out of my league." Your eyes widened softly.
He looked down at the floor as you started laughing. "I knew you'd laugh." He sighed. "I'll just call my mom and she can turn ar-" you grabbed his arm as he stood. "Connor I'm laughing cause you're ridiculous. If anything you're out of my league, and I like you too. Stop being so sensitive and sit down." He blushed and sat down. He opened his mouth to ask the question he'd been meaning to ask all night but you put a hand up.
"Yes, doofus."
BRIAN:
Brian lifted his head up quickly at the school bell, a red tint to his forehead from the desk he'd fallen asleep on. He wiped his drool covered mouth, looking around. There was nobody in the classroom: he quickly checked his watch.
That was the last bell of the day. He shot up and ran out the door, running straight into your back, causing you to drop all the papers you were holding. "Watch out you meathead! You could've killed me!" He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
"Sorry, Y/N." You gathered up the papers and rolled them, smacking him in the head. "Whatre you in a rush for anyways? Matter of fact, why are you even here this early?" Brian raised an eyebrow. "Early?" You sighed. "It's 7. The doors don't open for another hour. You don't have practice today do you?" He checked his watch again, it was the wrong time.
He looked around, seeing the light of morning pour through the windows. "You fell asleep during your tutoring session, idiot." He blushed and smacked his forehead. "Shit, Connors dad is gonna have my ass if I don't get my grades up." You rolled your eyes. "Stop calling him that, just call him coach."
You started to walk away, the gears turning in his head before he realized what he wanted to ask you. "Wait! Y/N!" You turned. "If you need me, walk and talk." He jogged up to you, walking along side you.
"You know I was wondering if you wanted to you know, be my girl." He was staring down at you before his body made contact with a locker. "You should really watch where you're going, and sure." He smiled goofily as you waltzed into the office, leaning lovesickly against the wall, clutching his heart.
"Oh my dearest Y/N." A high pitched voice said from beside him. It was Harlan, mocking him lightly. "Shut up."
MARCOS:
You sat on the sidelines cross-crossed, scribbling in your sketchbook as Marcos ran back and forth from Goalpost to goalpost, testing his speed. "HEY GORGEOUS!" He yelled from the other side of the field. You lifted your head and turned to face him.
"COULD YOU TIME THIS FOR ME?!" You smirked and held up a thumbs up, starting your phone timer. You felt your hair fly back from the wind known as Marcos sweeping past you. You paused it after his lap and held it up. 45 seconds. Not bad.
He panted as he jogged over to you, throwing himself on the astroturf next to you. "Did I do good, gorgeous?" You rolled your eyes, smacking his arm. "Sure, and stop calling me that." He laughs. "What? It's true." You rolled your eyes yet again, cracking a small smile.
"You really shouldn't roll your eyes so much, Bonita." You put a hand up for him to stop talking. "Get on my ass when you aren't sweaty." He smirks and rubs his wet sweat covered face on your shoulder. "You like it though." You groaned in disgust and got up to run away from him but you were no match for his speed.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, laughing in your ear. "Go out with me Y/N! Por favor !" You giggled as he tickled your sides. "Fine! Fine! Let me go!" He laughed and spun you around to face him. "Never.." He whispered, looking into your eyes. He leaned down and his lips softly hovered over yours.
You quickly sprung apart at the sound of whistles. You turned to see the team here for practice, making fun of the both of you, you rolled your eyes and pushed him back, making him fall back.
"You're gonna get it, Y/N L/N."
TROY:
You and Troy sat on the couch, conversing over a glass of wine. You'd both been a bit tipsy, wine filling your glasses. He laughed with you, his chest raising and falling with every chuckle: what you were talking about wasn't important in the slightest but to him everything you said was worth hanging on every word.
His callused hands would playfully shove your shoulder, his eyes would stare at your lips, his hands would yearn to hold you and touch every square inch of your body. He watched your face carefully, loving everything about it.
Your eyes, your lips, your nose, the way your smile looked when you laughed. Troy was sprung. As 3 glasses of wine entered your body, your head began to wander, everything that entered your brain came out of your mouth. You took a deep breath after laughing to regain air into your lungs as his eyes watched you carefully.
"Whatre you looking at, Troy?" You whipped your head around to see what was behind you to his amusement. He laughed softly and leaned back against your couch. "Nothing." You turned back around, poking his stomach. "Tell me!" He smirked and shook his head. "Never." You poked again, this time earning a chuckle from the man above you.
Your hands crawled over his stomach, poking and tickling as his eyes welled up with tears from laughter. "Alright, alright!" You pulled away as he wiped his under eye. "I was looking at you." You rolled your eyes. "Yeah duh, I'm looking at you too. But why were you looking at me like that?" His smile fell a bit as his heart sped up.
His gaze fell to the wine. "Um, more wine?" He grabs the bottle and you pulled it out of his hands, setting him back down. "Talk to me, Troy." He sighed and leaned back. "Y/N, you're beautiful. Okay? That's why I was staring like that. You make me lovesick. Staring at you is like coming up for air after you feel like you're gonna drown."
He smiled. "Your eyes are breathtaking, everything about you is. You're perfect, Y/N. And I would want nothing more and nothing less than you." You we're too stunned to speak, your lips parted softly. A wine crusted breath escaped your lips as you quickly pressed your lips against his, your hands on the back of his head. You didn't have to be Sober to know that you loved him. Especially in this moment
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Home Team Preferences/Imagines
Fanfiction-Connor Payton (44) - Brian Richardson (7) - Marcos (10) -Coach Troy (And cast) Tait Blum(Connor) Merek Mastrov(Brian) Jacob Perez(Marcos) Taylor Lautner (coach Troy) AND MORE!
