ʜᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ/ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

rob lowe

i slowly open my eyes, aware of the sudden tapping nose coming from my window. i try to roll over and ignore it, but minutes go by and it still doesn't stop. annoyed, i finally sit up and see what the fuck is going on. i groan and get up from my bed, blanket wrapped around me. I look outside my window and, when my eyes adjust, see my boyfriend, Rob standing below me. "rob?" i whisper-shout. "what are you doing here?" "throwing rocks at your window to try to get your attention," he grins. "it worked." his smile is so cute that i find myself grinning stupidly as well. "come up here," i tell him. i was still pissed off he woke me up, but i wasnt just gonna leave him outside in the cold like that. rob climbs into my window, accidentally hitting his foot on the edge in the process and wincing in pain. "be quiet," i hiss at him as he slowly shuts the window, "don't wanna wake my parents." "why? Will you get in trouble?" "no, they'll just ask too many questions." rob smiles again. i hop into my bed and he climbs in next to me. i pass him half of the blanket and he pulls most of it from me, leaving my feet exposed to the cold air. "don't hog the blanket," i mumble. smirking, rob yanks the entire blanket from me, causing me to fall off the bed. i glare at him and he laughs, causing me to laugh as well. "come on, let's go to sleep," i tell him, climbing into bed again. "alright, sure," he responds. i lay with my back faced away from him, refusing to get distracted again. rob drapes his arm over my torso, pulling me closer to him. he keeps his arm there, both keeping my waist warm and making my heart race. i turn to face him, pressing my lips against his for a couple seconds before turning back around. "what was that for?" he asks. "Nothing. i just love you." "i love you too, y/n."

[Rob Lowe is a famous actor. His top movies are The Outsiders (Soda), St. Elmo's fire (Billy), and Youngblood (Dean).]