THE BLACK PHONE IMAGINES/PREFERENCES

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | bruce yamada

You ran your fingers across the shelves filled with vinyl records. You were trying to find a new album to add to your collection.

The local record store in your town didn't have a great selection; there were many albums you'd never heard of, but it didn't hurt to discover new music. You've found some of your favorite songs because of it.

The store was small, and many people visited every day, but fortunately, you arrived when everyone was busy, so you had the store all to yourself. It was just you and the cashier whose legs were crossed on top of the counter, reading a rock magazine.

While scanning the bookshelf, you found an album that caught your eye. You pulled it out and stared at it admiringly. It was [album of your choice], your favorite album ever. 

You've been looking for it since it was released; you've searched far and wide for it. Now, it was in your hands. You gently placed it in your bag as you walked eagerly to the cashier.

As you approached the cashier, someone appeared randomly, startling you. The person who scared you had a vinyl record covering his face and was posing as if he was pretending to be the person on the cover. He was acting rather hilariously, earning a laugh out of you.

The boy slowly removed the record from covering himself; you weren't the person he meant to amuse. As the vinyl record left his face, it revealed an extremely handsome boy. Your eyes widened in shock. You've never seen someone so attractive before. 

He gave an awkward smile before swallowing nervously. "You don't look like Richie," he mumbled. 

You stretched your lips thin, still hypnotized by his good looks. "Yeah, I'm not him," you responded. His forced smile became genuine. Oddly, your eyes lit up. Wow, his smile was lovely. 

"Well, who are you then?" he asked casually, studying the record store to avoid uncomfortable eye contact. 

"I'm Y/n. Y/n L/n," you answered, grasping the record tightly. "And you are..."

The boy placed the record back on the shelf. "Oh! I'm Bruce," he chuckled. "Bruce Yamada."

Bruce Yamada. You'll remember that name for the rest of your life. 

"Bruce... well, it was nice to meet you," you grinned.

"Yeah—"

"Bruce!"

Another boy emerged from the tall bookshelves. You assumed it was Richie since he was the only other customer besides the two of you. Richie stood next to Bruce as he stared at you, squinting. It was uncomfortably silent. Richie's frown turned into a smirk as he playfully hit Bruce. 

"Who's she?" Richie asked teasingly, slinging his arm around Bruce's. 

"She's Y/n," Bruce responded. His expression was difficult to read. He looked both nervous and happy at once.

"So, Y/n. You single?" Richie blurted, causing you to turn a bright red. 

"Oh. Yeah, I am," You responded, scratching your neck.

Richie nudged Bruce suggestively as he glared at him. Bruce whispered something back, but you couldn't decipher what he was saying. Richie rolled his eyes as they went back to you. 

"Do you want to go to the movies with Bruce this Saturday after our baseball game?" Richie questioned excitedly. 

Hesitantly, you nodded. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure I'm free, so why not?" You responded, looking down at your sneakers. 

Richie grinned widely. He inaudibly yelled proudly. "Shut up," Bruce muttered, elbowing him. 

"Well," Bruce started. You look up at him, moving a strand of hair out of your face. Once he noticed, he began to stutter. "I-I'll see— I'll see you on Saturday then," he finished nervously before he dashed out the door. Richie smirked at you before running after him. 

Walking to the cashier, you smiled as you put down the record and pulled out your wallet. 

You couldn't wait for Saturday.

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A/N:
man i love bruce yamada. Could you tell i love his smile?
Anyway i hope you enjoyed it <3