OBX SMUT/IMAGINES

you too // POPE

fluff.

Pope Hayward had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. I loved everyone within our group, but he had always been there for me, even if I called him in the middle of the night. I knew he would show up for me.

My family life sucked, and because I lived on figure 8 I had to pretend it didnt. My dad clearly didnt care about me and my mom was never home. Growing up I saw her more on TV than I did in our house.

Pope didnt understand, his parents loved him to death, however he was always there to sit and listen to me cry about my problems.

"Can you come over?" I asked into the phone. It was three in the morning and I needed him. I felt bad asking him to be there for me, but I couldnt do it by myself.

"Not really." He answered sounding tired as ever. "My dad will kill me if I leave again."

"Yeah, okay. Dont worry about it." I replied. He paused for a second.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." He said after a moment. He couldnt see it, but I was smiling.

"I love youuu." I sang to my phone. He chuckled before hanging up.

My mom was gone again, as always. My dad was somewhere within our giant house, but I wasnt concerned about what he was doing. I walked down the empty cold halls of our house and headed to the kitchen. The alcohol wasnt hard to get to, it never had been.

It had never been told to me by either of my parents, but I was sure they didnt mind me drinking as long as I didnt get caught. Our precious reputation couldnt handle that. I pulled a bottle of tequila out and brought it back with my to my room.

I tossed the bottle onto my bed and slipped into a little silk dress. Pope was a platonic friend of mine, but I still wanted to look pretty when he came over. I knew he liked me, I could always tell. I didnt know if I felt the same way about him, but I knew I liked the way he made me feel and the attention he gave me.

He payed more attention to me than anyone else ever had. He showed up for me more than anyone else ever had. I knew I needed someone like him in my life.

I was dancing around in my room listening to music and fixing my makeup when the pebbles hit my window.

"How cliche!" I yelled out to him after I opened my window. He smiled but he also seemed worried. He always was. I told him over and over again that my dad didnt care what I did and that Pope could move in and no one would blink and eye. I skipped down the stairs and to the back door where he stood. "You know you could just come in. You know where my room is."

"And you know that im scared of your dad." He replied.

"You think I can protect you? If he finds you here and wants to kill you theres not much I can do." I shrugged my shoulders and stepped up the stairs as he followed close behind.

"You scare me sometimes, (y/n)." He stated, stepping into my bedroom.

"Boo!" I shouted, jumping in his face. "Come onnnn. We have some drinking to catch up on."

"Maybe you have some drinking to catch up on. I cant be hungover tomorrow, my dad is expecting me to do all sorts of stuff for him." He explained.

"Sounds horrible." I plucked the bottle off of my bed, unscrewing the lid and tossing it at him. Surprisingly he caught it with ease. I climbed into my bed and so did he, just like always.

"So. What are you sad about tonight?" He questioned. This may sound like a harsh question, but it wasnt. It was reasonable if anything.

"I made a list." I replied.

He looked over at me. "No you didnt."

"I swear I did." I pointed across the room. "Its in my diary."

"You never told me you had a diary." He almost seemed shocked.

"I need to write my thoughts down so that when im dead they'll be there forever." I took another long drink from the bottle. "Can I ask you something?"

He nodded his head, looking at me intently. Like he would hang onto every single word I said, no matter what they were.

"Why are you always here for me? I ask you to do impossible things for me all the time and you go above and beyond. I dont get it." I questioned. I took a breath.

"First of all, I dont go above and beyond, you're just not used to being loved. And thats what this is, I love you." He answered.

"I love you too, Pope." I smiled over at him.

"No." He shook his head. "No, I mean I am in love with you."

"Are you sure you havent been drinking?" I giggled. He pulled the bottle from my hands and set it down.

"I mean it, (y/n). I know youre not in the right state of mind to hear this but ive been in love with you for years." He exclaimed.

I climbed into his lap and rested my head on his chest. "Can you just hold me until I fall asleep? We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Amd he did hold me until I fell asleep. He rubbed my back and rested his chin on my head. I knew in that moment that I felt the same way about him. Tell him when you're sober. I drifted to sleep and woke up the next morning to a note on the pillow next to me. He had even tucked me in, lifting my blanket up over me exactly the way he knew I liked.

to (y/n)

I wish I could have stayed the night with you, I hope you know I always enjoy spending time with you and you're not a burden to me, despite how many times you tell me you are. If you still want to talk about everything you can come to my house today (and I know you dont have anything better to do) If you dont come then ill have my answer and we can forget about last night completly.

love, pope

I smiled at the note. He was the sweetest boy I had ever met, and I honestly didnt feel as though I deserved him. I looked over at my clock to see what time it was. 11:03 am. I had thirteen hours to go to his house, but I didnt want to wait around. I grabbed the note and placed it into my diary before picking out my favorite outfit and doing my hair and makeup.

I didnt want to go to his house empty handed, and I knew that if his dad was going to have him doing all sorts of things that he would be hungry. I stopped at his favorite restaurant. He had never actually been there, but he had eaten food from there at my house several times, and every time he would go on and on about how amazing it was. I got some food to go and drove to his place as fast as I legally could.