Imagine this!!!!!!
You are at a party with your friends at the biggest party of the year. Somehow, you were invited. Everyone is so pumped for the performance, but no one knows who it is, not even you.
While you're dancing to a Taylor Swift song with your friends and a cute boy that you found, everyone starts clapping and cheering.
They've arrived.
When you take a good look at the lead singer, you realize-it's The Vamps.
They're your favorite band of all time, and you are in LOVE with Bradley, the lead singer. You start clapping and cheering, too, staring at Bradley the whole time.
As they start to perform 'Somebody to You', they need a volunteer. You raise your hand the highest, and of course they choose you.
You come up onstage and smile at them. Bradley holds your hand.
"What's your name?" He asks.
You're about to answer when what seems like fifty gallons of Sprite is dumped on your head, along with Bradley's. You're only wearing a white dress, so everyone can see...everything.
You run offstage and to the bathroom. It was the worst experience you've ever had with pop and what made it worse was Bradley Simpson, THE Bradley Simpson had to be there to see your underwear, too.
You hear footsteps coming towards the girls' bathroom. You look up and are surprised at who you see, in the ladies room.
Bradley.
You sigh and put your head in your knees. "I'm sorry you had to see all that," you say.
He sits down on the ground next to you. "Well, you're not the only one drenched in soda." He points to himself, making you smile a little.
"Well, today was supposed to be the best day in (____insert grade____), but it ended up being a total bust," you say, about to cry. You bite back the tears.
There's a short pause. "I know who did it," he says. "Jane Williams."
You widen your eyes. She's the one who threw the party. "How'd you figure it out?"
"I busted her."
You curl up in a ball. "I just wish I had a do-over for tonight."
He holds your hand, easing you out of the security of your little ball. "Maybe we can."
You look up at him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean a do-over of tonight," he says, squeezing your hand. "What's your name?"
You smile. "____(insert name here)____."
He doesn't let go of your hand as he leans in and slowly kisses you. When you pull apart, he is still holding your hand.
"Let's make this right," he says.
You can't stop smiling. "Ok."
You are still holding his hand and he's still holding yours when your friends come in.
"What happened here?" One of your friends asks.
"Best party ever," you say.
End of imagine! Hope you liked it! If you didn't, I don't need your opinion because who wants to be put down for something they worked had on? Anyways, hope you liked it enough to vote! Thanks :)
