80s Band Imagines

❤Duff #20- Gross

Angst

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TW: Mentions of self-harm and sexual misconduct
(Please skip if these topics make you uncomfortable.)

I was walking over to Duff's, seeing as how both of our parents were at a party and I wasn't fond of being alone. Duff and I had been together since freshman year, and now that we're seniors, our parents are okay with us sleeping at one another's houses. 

"Duff, it's me."
I said, knocking on his front door.

"Comin', baby."
He said before opening the door.

"Hey, sorry I got here later, I was trying to clean up a little before I left."
I said, shrugging my hoodie off.

"Did you walk here?"
He asked, looking outside for my car.

"Yeah, wanted some fresh air; it's beautiful outside."
I smiled before unlacing my Converse. 

"Did you forget to put gas? Do you have enough to get to the station? I could've gone to get you, baby."
Duff rushed out, closing and locking his front door.

"No, I have gas. I just wanted some fresh air; wanted to enjoy it before it gets too hot."
I shrugged.

"I- y'know I would've gone for you."
Duff said hesitantly, looking down at me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I know, Duff. Really, babe, I just wanted some fresh air is all. Clear my head a little."
I said, looking up at him, moving a piece of his bang out of his face. 

"Why? What's goin' on that pretty head of yours, hm?"
He teased, placing a kiss on my temple.

"Nothin' now, it's empty."
I joked.

"What's my favorite color?"

"Navy blue, why?"
I answered slowly, giving him a confused look.

"See, it's not empty."
He said, smiling goofily. 

"You goof."
I laughed, pushing him away softly and moving to lie on his couch.

"Your goof."
He corrected, laying a majority of his body weight on mine.

"My goof."
I nodded, kissing his forehead.

"Wanna change, baby? Don't think cuddling in jeans is very comfortable."
Duff asked, running his hands up the sides of my thighs.

"No, I'm fine."
I said quickly.

"Are you sure? You usually don't like to cuddle in jeans."
Duff said, giving me a suspicious look.

"I know, it's just- I didn't bring clothes. See, now I have to cuddle in jeans."
I said quickly, throwing a forced smile on to sell it.

"Don't be silly, I've got plenty of shorts. C'mon, let's go get you a pair."
Duff said, getting up and picking me up bridal style and carrying me to his room. He set me down on his bed and went over to his dresser before grabbing a pair of shorts from his drawer.

"It's fine, babe, really-"

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girlfriend cuddle in something she isn't comfortable in?"
He asks, trying to hand me the shorts.

"Uh-uh."
I said, frantically shaking my head.

"What's the matter, baby?"
Duff asked, kneeling down in front of me and picking up on the fact that there was something wrong.