So... it's almost 12, right now... I'm bored... I don't really feel like updating my stories at the moment. So, I'm going to write an Imagine. Capeesh? I made this while my sis was over. Dedicated to @ILuvProd_MBYall, she's Trinity.
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- Trinity.
I was over my bestfriend's house, helping my bestfriend, Prod plan things for his first date with the new girl that just arrived at our school from Florida. I basically helped Prod talk to the girl because he wouldn't stop blabbing to me about how gorgeous she was instead of telling her. I kind of gave him some slight peer pressure about going up to her and telling her how he felt about her.
Her name is Nache, but people in school call her Shay, she's about 5'8" (taller than Prod), dark-skinned, long, red ombre hair than swung above her waistline, and pretty brown eyes. I can admit, I was a little jealous of her, being the fact that she seemed to catch Prod's attention more than I could. To be honest, I have feelings for Prod. But, hey, if Prod's happy, I'm even happier. That's how much I love him.
"Trinity, what should I wear? Should I wear my ripped acid-washed jeans, red v-neck, black leather jacket, Wolf Gold chain, and my Bred 11's?" He asked, showing me the outfit laid out on his bed.
"Yeah, I like that," I said, giggling a little at Prod's anxiousness about impressing Shay.
"I really hope she likes what I have planned for her. I-I mean... what we planned for her." he said, correcting himself.
"It's cool, Prod. It's your date," I said, giving Prod one of those reassuring smiles. He smiled back, mirroring my expression.
The pit of my stomach started to burn again; I was jealous. I've liked Prod since we've first met but ever since then, I couldn't build the courage to tell him how I felt. I know, coward much? I couldn't just tell Prod my feelings now, not when he already had the "apple-of-his-eye". I snapped out my thoughts, showing a smile to make Prod think that I was happy for him. I mean, I am... but...
Prod sighed, "How can I ever repay you? You've been such a good bestfriend."
"You don't have to; all out of courtesy." I said, letting out my signature giggle.
Prod stood there and looked into my eyes. I could feel my cheeks start to heat up and my heart rate start to sped up. He smiled, shaking his head a little.
"I think it's illegal to be that amazing, sahn." he said, smirking.
Just then, the doorbell rung. "I'll get it."
I walked out of Prod's room, walking down the steps to the front door. I opened it, only to be greeted by Shay. She was wearing a jean high-waist skirt, a belly shirt that revealed her belly button piercing, fishnet knee hi's, Black Creepers, and a cardigan. Before I could even say hello, she pushed past I to get into the door.
"Well 'hello' to you too," you mumbled, walking behind her.
She walked straight up the stairs, walking into Prod's room.
"Hey, baby!" she said, wrapping her arms around Prod's neck, pressing her cheek against his as she hugged him.
"Hey. You lookin' fly? Is that for me?" he said, biting his lip.
"Maybe..." she trailed off.
I just stood there with my arms folded, looking away from their mini love scene. I could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole through my face. I looked up and met eyes with Shay, who was now giving Prod small pecks. She's trying to make me jealous, I thought. I smirked and looked away again, ignoring her.
To be Continued...
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Alright, I will be completing that Imagine, I'm just so tired rn... I can't stay up any longer. Sorry. Goodnight, guise.
