Billy Unger » Imagines and One-Shots

(Imagine #1) Confessions

Part One for Story_Lover_1995

"UNGER!" I screamed with a smile as Billy, my best friend, entered through the front door.

"Short stuff!" He yelled back and I scowled and he saw. He knew that I hated that nickname. He plopped onto the couch next to me, "What's wrong, Dani?" I turned the other direction, arms crossed, face drooped into a frown, "Dani," He whispered in my ear, giving me chills everywhere.

Yes.

What you're thinking is probably right. I have a crush on my best friend. Crazy, right? Absolutely. Now you're thinking 'Well, why don't you ask him out. He is your best friend, right?' While that is true, if we got in a relationship and then broke up, what would happen to our friendship? Plus, he probably doesn't even feel the same way towards me anyhow, but what do I know?

"Dani?" I heard his voice ask along with a hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my daze.

"Sorry," I muttered an apology.

"Hey, don't be sorry. It's my fault." I smiled up at him, blushing, to see that he was already looking at me. I sighed with happiness.

"Want somethin' to eat?" I ask him, getting up from the couch to go to the refridgerator. (If you know where the word 'refridgerator' is from, I love you.)

"Is that even a question?" He asked me and I laughed, shaking my head. He was always hungry! Even when he was sleeping over, he would get up at two in the morning to grab something to eat!

"Ever heard of the quote 'Once a fat ass, always a fat ass'?" I asked him, sticking my head into the fridge to see if there was anything Billy would want.

"Yeah?" He asked unsure of where I was taking this.

"That's you," I stated simply, pulling a piece of leftover steak from last night's dinner and put it in the microwave. Billy loved steak.

"Oh really?" I heard his footsteps come to the kitchen, "Then what's this?" My face suddenly flushed and I stuttered at a loss of words. He was shirtless. And he had abs. And they were mighty fine if I must say so myself.

"I. . . Wel-You-and the-steak, frid-" I stuttered on every word, feeling so weak. I never got nervous around Billy, except for now. I looked to the ground, still mumbling things to myself until my head was pulled up. His two fingers had lifted my chin up to see his hazel brown orbs that I drowned in.

"Still think I'm fat now?" His hot breath brushed against my skin as his hand was still underneath my chin.

"Maybe," I whispered back, teasing him.

"Don't test me, Dani," His jaw tensed up as I walked away from him. He muttered something to himself I didn't quite hear and went back into the living room. I smirked at him, pulling out the steak. I walked to the living room, almost dropping the plate of steak. Billy was on the floor doing push-ups.

"30. . . 31. . . 32. . ." He continuously counted, not looking up. I decided to have fun, so I walked over to him, still doing push-ups, and sat on his back. He didn't stop. He just continued to do his push-ups, "43. . . 44. . ." I sighed. Nothing was going to crack this boy. I gave up, standing up and walked over to the plate of steak. I grabbed it, slipping it right underneath where his face was. He looked at it and then shoved it aside. I looked at him perplexed, head tilted, face frowned. He never refused steak. I shoved it back underneath his face, only for it to be pushed back. I frowned again and pulled the plate away.

"Billy?" I asked him, crouching down to his level. He didn't look up from the ground. I stood up and walked straight out the door. I trusted him enough to leave the house the way it was. My parents were out of town and I didn't have any siblings, unless you count Unger, but other than that, I was alone. There was only one person who knew about my crush on Billy. I went to her.

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