80s and 90s Characters☆Imagines and preferences and shorts<3

💫Dinger Holfield short story Pt.1💫

❗️Disclaimer❗️
I am not a Corey Feldman supporter, but I did use his character of Bobby in this short.

"C'mon you three! You gotta get up! They're gonna be here like any minute!!" your dad said to you and your two best friends; Bobby and Dinger, while ripping the blankets off all of you. "Ughhhh daddyyyyyyy!" You drug out, using your best whiny voice to try and get what you wanted. "You guys!" He cried. *Knock knock knock* "That's the door and you three are all over the living room! How can I show my boss and his family how we improved the house, with you three bums all over the place?!" You loved your dad, he was super chill, until it came to his boss.

"Okay okay!" You cried, rolling over and...right off the sofa. "Crap!" You yelled, right as your dad opened the door. "Shit, Y/N!" You'd rolled right onto Dinger. "Hiiiiiiii." Your mom said, walking out of the kitchen to talk to the guests. "You guys, why didn't you tell me there was a dog pile?!" Bobby exclaimed. "No no no no no no!!" You screeched. "Shit!" Dinger yelled. "Cannonball!" Bobby yelled, landing right on you, who was on Dinger. "I- can't- breath!" You cried, your voice muffled by Dinger's back. Bobby rolled off of you and onto the floor beside you, "Heh, sorry guys." You sat up and cried, "Liar!!" Looking up to see your parents glaring at you with a death stare you continued..."aaaand we're now cleaning, right guys?" You said, looking to Bobby and Dinger who both said "Right!" as you all scrambled to clean.

Once you'd finished cleaning the sofa and air mattresses, your parents and the guests made their way into the living room to sit down. "Did you guys make us breakfast?" You asked your parents. "No, it's 10am, make your own." "Fine," you said huffing, "Alright boys, whatdya want?" You asked. "Pancakes!" They both exclaimed. "Uh- when I said 'what do you want?', I meant Lucky Charms or Cheerios?" "Pweaseeee, I want pancakes." Dinger begged, getting on his knees in front of you. "Dinger! No! I said cereal." "Pweaseeee!!" He cried, causing a scene with his excessive drama. "Everyone in there is staring..." you said through clenched teeth. "PLEASE!" He yelled, jumping up and picking you up over his shoulder, in which he proceeded to carry you across the house, and into your room, throwing you on the bed. Then he tickled you, and Bobby decided to join in of course. "Stop- I- can't breath- ok- OK! PANCAKES!" You yelped through fits of laughter. At this point, Dinger was lying on the bed next to you, laughing; it was kinda cute....no! Not Dinger, he's not cute! But he kinda is....anyways! You had to pull yourself out of your thoughts when you saw Bobby on the floor winking at you. You just stood up and went to make the pancakes.

Bobby followed you, and Dinger came running out of your room like an exciting 2-year old, "We get pancakes! We get pancakes!" You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. "How many do you boys want?" You asked, mixing the batter. "Two!" They replied in unison. "Okay so two for me, two for Bobby, and one for Dinger, got it!" You said, smirking. Dinger gave you the middle finger and you turned back around to cook. Before you knew it, Dinger had jumped on your back. "Shit Dinger! Don't do that!!" You screamed, holding him up and nearly dropping the batter. "Y/N! Language!" Your mom called. "Sorry!" You apologized sheepishly, still holding Dinger on your back. "Dinger, get off." You told him, and let go of him. Yet he was still on you. "You cook, I'll supervise. We can play ratatouille!" He exclaimed. "Jesus Dinger, you're an ass y'know that?" you sighed. "But I'm your ass," he said, grinning ear to ear, and leaning over your shoulder to look at you. God his icy blue eyes were so gorgeous. "Just keep telling yourself that bud." you said, grinning.

    Finally the pancakes were done and you could all eat. After that, you tried to slip through the living room quietly, but with the boys, nothing was quiet. Bobby slung you over his shoulder, making you screech, and he said, "I gotta go, so I'll see you guys later. And change your clothes, you guys stink!" "Hey! You ass!" You called as his closed the door. "Love you too Y/N!" He exclaimed, grinning.

    "K, imma change, be right back." You said. "Not without me you're not!" Dinger exclaimed. "Dinger!!" You yelled. "Wha-oohhhhhh..." he said, realizing everyone was staring. "Ahem, c'mon you pervert, we need to have a talk." You said, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him to your room. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Y/N!" He cried. "You-" you said, starting to get angry. But you knew damn well he wasn't used to people like your dad's boss being in the house and so you tried again, "Look, Dinger, my dad's boss and his family are different from us, much different; you can't go around saying stuff like that, even though you're just joking," you explained. "Am I though?" He questioned, smirking. "Dinger!" You yelled, "I'm serious man, this is serious! If you're gonna spend the day here while they're here too, you can't go around yelling 'shit' and making dirty jokes." You told him. "Okay fine." He huffed, falling onto your bed. "Thank you," you said, giving him a smile. He smiled back, making kissy lips at you and winking.

Thanks for reading! I'll post part two either tonight or tomorrow. Wednesday at the *latest*, but it should be today or tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed:P