Ryan Higa Imagines

eleven roses

**(Cute imagine)

As you were about to sit down on the couch to watch a marathon of Pretty Little Liars, you hear the doorbell ring, you groan as you walk over to the front door to see who it is. You peek through the peephole and see Ryan dressed casually in jeans and a checkered button down shirt. You look down at what youre wearing. It's already four in the afternoon, and you were still in your pyjamas, with messy bed hair. You quickly comb your hand through your hair and open the door.

"Hey, beautiful!" Ryan greets you, eyeing you up and down, not caring about what you were wearing. He had his hands behind his back, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, please. I look horrible right now, and you know it." You roll your eyes at him, but you cant help but blush at his compliment. "Why are you here?" You ask curiously.

He takes out his hands from behind his back and hands you a bouquet of red roses. "I just wanted to come see how my princess was doing."

You smile at him, and your heart begins to pound. "Awww, thank you!" You eye the roses, and notice there are only eleven roses.

Ryan cocks his head to one side. "What's wrong? Don't you like them?"

"No, i do." You nod. "I was wondering why there's only eleven roses."

"I only bought eleven roses, because you are the twelfth rose." Ryan scoots closer to you and kisses you on the forehead.

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eek, this was so cheesy >~<
but, cute. <3