'it's for you.' | in which! i provide tbp preferences and imagines for you :) |
CHARACTERS INCLUDED:
Finney
Robin
Vance
Bruce
(I will try and add others soon)
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Bruce Yamada.
Are there even words to describe how perfect this boy is? He's beautiful, intelligent, athletic, sweet, and generous. The list goes on. You couldn't have an entire conversation with him without stammering. He was your dream boy. Sadly, you couldn't find a way to tell him.
It was a chilly winter morning when you walked to school. Dawn seeped into the sky as the wind swept onto your frozen face. You sank into your thick coat as you ran your gloved hands across your arms, trying to stay warm.
Laughing emerged from behind you. Turning around, you noticed Bruce Yamada joking with his popular group of friends. You smiled as you subtly watched Bruce, looking flawless even if he shuddered in the cold.
You cleared your dry throat as you glanced at him once more. This time, he noticed you. Your heart stopped abruptly as he grinned at you, waving. You heard him say something incoherently. Squinting, you waved back before walking faster to school.
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Sometimes, you couldn't bare knowing you were near Bruce. You were a hopeless romantic, yet you couldn't be around the boy you loved. It was an unfortunate quality you had.
The locker cracked open as your friend, Finney Blake, appeared from behind. "Hey, Y/n," he greeted, removing his navy blue beanie. You nodded in reply before dusting yourself off.
"Bruce Yamada waved at me today," you sighed, leaning against your locker as if you were in a romantic film.
Students chattered around you as you watched Finney roll his eyes. He ran his fingers through his soft hair before looking at you disappointingly.
"Of course he did. You sit next to him in science. Not waving would be rude. Why do you like him so much?"
"Oh, Finney. You don't get it. It's unbearable to speak to him without my stomach erupting into butterflies. His smile makes me melt to the floor. He's beyond compare," you exclaimed, taking out your books and slamming your locker shut.
Finney recoiled at your remarks as you two walked to your first class. "Ugh, you talk like you're straight out of a Shakespearean novel."
"Shakespeare usually wrote tragedies, Finney."
"Well, you and Bruce will be a tragedy if you don't talk to him sooner."
His comment made your lips curve into a frown. Finney was right. Finney was always correct. If you didn't talk to him, some other girl would steal him away faster than you could say 'Bruce.' But you couldn't gather the courage to speak to him. Would you even consider it true love if you couldn't talk to him?
You looked down at the floor before swallowing the lump in your throat. Overthinking was another bad habit of yours. The bell rang stridently in your ear as you flinched, walking inside your classroom with Finney.
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As the school day continued, you couldn't help but think of Bruce. In the classes you had with him, you only stared. You felt sad that he wasn't yours. What made it worse was you couldn't do a thing because you'd only mess up. You were undeniably in love with Bruce Yamada, and that hurt.
Sometimes, you'd try to force yourself to stop liking Bruce. You attempted to hate him with all of your heart, but you couldn't. It was frustrating how hard you had fallen for him. These feelings will go away, you thought. These are only temporary.
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The day was finally over, and the sun started to set. You found it peculiar; the sun would set so early during winter days. The sun glistened on your face as you walked home with Finney.
Warmth crept on your nose when the sun hit your face. You smiled as you inched yourself towards Finney.
"Finn, have you read the homework assignment yet?" You questioned, staring at the glazed ice on the sidewalk.
Finney looked at you for a moment before nodding. "I have. why?"
"Can you tell me what happened with Romeo and Juliet? I don't want to read it," You complained, holding onto his arm.
Finney chuckled before staring at his boots. "No."
"Please," You begged, holding on tighter. Finney smiled at your despair before he shrugged you off and slipped his hands into his pockets.
"So, Romeo saw Juliet dead, so he poisoned himself. However, Juliet was alive. So when she woke up and saw Romeo, she was so depressed she killed herself using Romeo's dagger."
You fell silent at Finney's explanation. "Oh," you muttered, crossing your arms. It was a tragedy. Most people who haven't read it believed Romeo and Juliet was this phenomenal story about star-crossed lovers, but in the end, it was so heartbreaking it was almost beautiful.
"Sad, right?" Finney scoffed.
"Yeah," You responded. "The sun that's setting, leaving us in the cold, had set the mood too," you joked, earning a laugh out of Finney.
The two of you chuckled together until you arrived at Cherry Avenue. That was the street Bruce lived on, you remembered. You subtly attempted to look for Bruce to see if he was outside.
Well, he was.
Your breath hitched as you spotted him, stopping suddenly. Your fists clenched tighter as you held onto your jacket sleeves.
A girl was standing on Bruce's doorstep. He was smiling at her like an idiot. The more you watched the two, the more your heart ached. Every second that passed, a piece of your heart shattered. Finney was confused, but once he realized, he tried to put his arm around your shoulder, but you shrugged it off unconsciously.
The girl was beautiful. So beautiful girls in school would glare in jealousy. Of course, it's someone like her. Someone like her deserved to be with Bruce. At least she had the guts to talk to him.
Seeing the two of them grinning at each other broke you enough. But the universe decided to make your heart collapse and burn to the ground.
She leaned in and kissed him right on the cheek. Bruce turned a deep shade of red before she ran away happily. You stood there paralyzed before Finney spoke up. "Let's go to my house. It's getting dark. Maybe you can sleep over; my dad's on a work trip."
You didn't respond. You walked beside him mindlessly.
After a few moments, you managed to gather your thoughts. It was bound to happen. Once again, Finney was right. It was a tragedy that you didn't have the bravery to confess to Bruce. Well, he barely knew you, anyway. Someone else got to have him now; after years of loving him, that all went away. You were too late.
Now, all you could do was admire him from afar.
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A/N: what happened in 'back to the old house' before y/n moved /j comment if you want a part two :)
