Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

April Pt. 2

James and I had known each other for quite some time since we met at the farmer's market when we were twelve. I'd grown to love more and more since that day, and he'd say the same about me if you'd ask him. I was already Mrs. March to him, and he'd made sure the whole town knew to plan for the wedding ahead of time. My mother had already given him the okay when we were younger. One night, he came over for dinner and confessed his love for me to her, begging that she let me marry him when the time came, and she approved; she loved James like a son. Sometimes, I thought she liked him more than me. James' father wasn't too keen on our relationship because he didn't like how I encouraged James to branch out of the family farm and follow his dreams. We were only sixteen, and he didn't have a car. He couldn't afford one, working at his father's vegetable stand. Sure, it gave him money, but it wasn't enough for two teenagers to run away and start a new life. It was enough for him and me to get ice cream cones today.

"Y/n," my mother called, "James is here."

I adjusted my dress as quickly as I could. I needed to look perfect for him. James said I was already perfect, but James also only saw me after I made myself look perfect. I walked to the front door. He stood in my doorway, looking as charming as ever. It didn't matter how many times I'd seen him. My heart would always skip a beat. My mother stood there as well with a sly look on her face. I was worried about what they had discussed before I arrived.

"Good morning, Y/n," James swooned, "You look as stunning as you did yesterday."

"Why, thank you, James," I giggled at him, "You look quite handsome yourself."

His cheeks grew pink as he smiled.

"Now, don't say that, Y/n. You're making me blush now," he said, "Are you ready for our date?"

"Of course," I answered him.

I stepped outside and wrapped my arm around his.

"Hey, Mama L/n, we're going to head out to town now," James informed my mother.

"You two be careful out there and make sure you keep my daughter safe," she said to him.

"You can count on me, ma'am," James declared, "I won't let a fly touch her."

My mother laughed, but little did she know he was serious. He once got into a sparring match with dragonflies down by the creek because the sound of their wings startled me. It was an intriguing battle, but ultimately, the dragonflies won when they made James fall on his bottom and roll into the water. At that moment, he vowed to move us away from the country and build our life and a hotel in a big city.

"What time should I bring her home," he asked her.

"You know what, James, you bring her home whenever you like," she answered, "I trust she'll come home same as she left if you're picking up what I'm putting down."

"Ma," I gasped.

James's face turned completely red as he looked at me and back at my mother, smiling awkwardly as he unwrapped his arm from around mine. I was so embarrassed.

"Believe me, ma'am, I'll only touch her if I'm protecting her," he assured her.

"Alright then, you two kids have fun," she stated, "But not too much fun."

My mother closed the door behind us.

"Believe me, we couldn't even if we tried," James mumbled as he looked down at the purity ring on my finger.

James and I had planned to visit the new ice cream parlor that opened in town. He'd promised he'd take me ever since I'd heard about it, saying that it could be our first actual date, unlike us cloud-watching in the flower field near my house. Today was important to him. He'd go crazier than a squirrel who lost his nut if something were to ruin it. James even dressed up for the occasion; he slicked his black hair in gel. It made him look more mature, and he wore his church clothes. He knew his father would probably kill him if he noticed James was in his Sunday best, but James didn't like church or religion, anyway. So, it should have been much of a surprise to him.