Odd Future Imagines

Whoa (Earl)

Your POV

I was in the front row of an EarlWolf concert. I've never been too one, this is my first time ever. It was hype as fuck in the crowd, and on the stage. Tyler, of course, had his shirt off and he was jumping around on stage. And Earl, aka The Bae. Is just jumping around, like an ass. But oh well, these fans like that shit. The concert was almost over, he's gonna do one last song. "WHAT Y'ALL MUTHAFUCKAS WANNA HEAR FROM MY NIGGA EARL BEFO THE CONCERT END?!" Tyler said loudly into the microphone. "WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!" the crowd started cheering, shit i started cheering too. Earl smiled at me and said "aight, we gon do Whoa" he said and started saying some shit into the microwave. Did i say microwave? tf. I mean't microphone. I'm so busy looking at this sexiness i can't even speak right. "G O L F" they keep saying as the crowd chanted with them. The concert was over, and i was still here, most people were gone, but i was still here. I lost my wallet, all my shit was in there. I don't know where it is, i'm looking everywhere for this bitch. "uh, you need some help?" i heard someone say as they tapped my shoulder. "uh, yeah if you could pleas-" i said as i turned around, it was Earl Sweatshirt. Omg. Omg. Omg. Wtf. "u-uh yeahhh, i l-lost my wallet. And i can find it" i said, studdering like a lil bitch. "oh, well i'll help you look." he said and started looking. About 10 minutes of looking, he came too me with an Odd Future Wallet, with all their faces and shit. More Earls, but whatever. "is this it?" he said and laughed. "yeah it is," i said and laughed nervously. "you must really love our group huh? These designs aren't so bad." he said checking my wallet out. "thanks" i said and smiled. "is everything in here?" he said and opened it, i saw him slip a paper into it, then close the wallet. "here, we should chill sometime." he said and smiled. I took my wallet and held it in my hands. "yeah, we should." i said. "call me tommrow. I'm free tommrow. I gotta go, see ya" he said then started walking away. "BUT I NEED YOUR NUMBER FIRST." i said loud. "check ya wallet" he said, chuckled and went backstage. I checked my wallet, and took the note out.

Call me, i saw you eyeing me the whole time i was stage. I notice shit. But anyway, here's my number. Call me tommrow.

945-195-455

Damn i can't believe i ACTUALLY GOT EARL SWEATSHIRT'S NUMBER. how could he notice tho? I guess his lips are so big he could feel you looking at him. Eh, whatever.

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Thanks sooo much you guys! I got about 421 reads on this shit so far. I thought a nigga was only gonna get like 150 at the most, aha. But thanks! Keep reading! Plentyyy moreee of imagines coming up. Oh and, follow ---> LizzlemyNizzle <---- read her new book,  "Parties Are For Losers" she just wrote the official 1st & 2nd chapters! Alright, long ass note i know. But message me guys! Give me opinions, requests, anything. I'd be glad too take them. If you don't wanna talk on here, then snapchat me.

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bye wolves.

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