Darren Espanto and JK Imagines [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Darren Imagine ~ Spin the bottle

Sort of longer imagine, 1304 words but hope you like it!

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(Y/F/N) = Your Friend's Name

"Thanks for coming mom." You smiled, giving a slight squeeze to your mother's shoulders in a hug.

"You sure you won't be needing help cleaning up the kitchen? Your dad made quite a mess." She chuckled taking a peek at the piled pots and pans in the sink.

Darren shuffled down form upstairs quickly, "We got it nay." He said nearing the both of you from behind.

Your mom squeezed Darren's cheeks as if he were a chubby baby boy. "Oh alright." She finally replied patting his arm, "Thank you for the dinner. Happy thanksgiving." With that, you bid your goodbyes and watched her get into the car with your dad, driving away. 

"Alright let's get cleaning." Darren heaved a sigh, already situating through the dishes.

You followed his ways, splashing water and soap over the silverware. When, you noticed the empty apple cider bottles on top of the counter. You glanced over at Darren, crouched under the sink, looking for some more sponges, "Ren," You called from above. He hummed a short 'hm' in response. "What do we do with those bottles? My dad usually takes them with him." 

Darren crawled out from under the cupboards, standing near you and taking a look at what you were talking about, "Oh, um.." He paused and then smirked in your direction. "We could play spin the bottle." 

Your face blushed tomato red only causing his smirk to spread even more. The 'spin the bottle' game was an old gimmick in your high school days basically to create stupid rumors throughout the school saying 'he and she is together' and all that trash. You've only played this dreaded game once. And luckily, it brought you to the right person.

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"(Y/N!) Come on just one game! It'll be fun!" Your friend, (Y/F/N) begged, squeezing your wrist almost to the point your blood flow to your hand had stopped.

"Ouch!" You cringed pulling your arm back, "Fine! Just don't tell my parents." 

And don't make my hand numb.

Your friend cheered, leading you to the hidden place behind your school campus. There were around seven or eight other students gathered and only about one or two you knew. 

This is going to be extremely painful. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. (Hopefully their lips aren't dry.) 

Odd thoughts continued to surge through your mind as you scanned each one of the faces in front of you. Suddenly, two boys emerged from the cracked painted buildings and made their way to the gathering. "Guys!" One announced, "This is Darren. The new kid." The scrawny boy wiggled his eyebrows pushing this 'Darren' towards us. 

"Ugh, how could he do that to the poor kid." (Y/F/N) mentioned with pity, "He's fresh meat. Why would they put him into something like this?"

You nodded in agreement, he was fresh meat. Innocent meat as well. Darren almost seemed to shrivel in the middle of everybody, so caught up in fitting in perhaps. 

"Alright! Let's start!" An unfamiliar student began, placing the bottle in the middle of the fixed circle. "Who wants to go first?"

"Ooh!" (Y/F/N) squirmed, waving her hands in the air idiotically. At first, (Y/F/N) seemed like she was going to volunteer herself but instead, "(Y/N) wants to go first!" 

Your eyes widened, "W-what?" You stuttered holding onto a tree trunk for balance. "N-No I-"

"Here I'll spin the bottle for you!" (Y/F/N) giggled at took a whirl at the delicate bottle.