The Vampire Diaries Imagines

Imagine: Jeremy Radio Chick

I just love Jeremy so freaking much. Also this is like my dream job/volunteer job even though I know nothing about it so bear with me.

You smile as you walk into the radio studio. You put the headphones over your ears and wake the computer out of it's slumber.

You pull open your playlist and check to see if the commercial break was still going. You had thirty seconds left.

"And we're back to 95.3FM hope you're all having a lovely afternoon this Tuesday. Up now is Firestorm by Kygo." You click play and listen as the begging chords begin to play.

You close your eyes and start mouthing along, allowing the music to fill your bones.

Music and reading had become your escape from reality. Whenever you couldn't deal with life's shit you would put headphones on and open a book. You got so lucky when you're local radio station had an opening I mean you got paid to play music and talk about it! How awesome is that!

Unknown to you there was a man who listened to the radio when your shifts were. He knew who you were and knew that you went to his school. He loved how passionate you were about music and it made him like you more.

His name was Jeremy Gilbert. You're next door neighbor.

He had two classes with you and always wanted to talk to you but you were a wallflower and kept to yourself choosing not to engage in social conversations except with your friends.

He tried to come up with excuses to come over to your house but always chickened out.

Firestorm ended so you put on Are You With Me (Kungs Remix) by Lost Frequencies.

You smiled as the song played into your speakers and your book After Everything was getting amazing.

Too soon you were forced to return to reality as your shift was ending.

"Thanks for tuning in you guys and have a great night." You say into the microphone before packing up and leaving.

You walk out hear you're name being called.

"(Y/N)!" A male voice calls. "Wait up!"

You pause and turn around slowly, red heating up your cheeks in embarrassment of being called out. You see Jeremy Gilbert your crush half jogging over to you to catch up with you.

"Hey," he says smiling.

"Hi," you whisper not willing yourself to make eye contact since you were very shy.

"Where you headed?"  He asks walking with you.

"Home," you say.

"I-I'll come with you." He says stuttering slightly in embarrassment.

"Kay," you whisper and you both walk together.

After a moment of peacefully awkward silence you say something in a non whisper voice. "So where were you coming from?" Your lame attempt to make conversation.

"Uhh," he didn't want to admit to stalking you waiting for you to finish your shift. "Elena wanted me to bring her stuff she left at home cause she's hanging with Bonnie." He mentally face palms for his lame ass excuse.

"Your girlfriend is friends with your sister?" You ask incredulously.

"Ex..." He trails off awkwardly.

"Oh....I'm sorry...?" It comes out like a question.

He just chuckles and smiles at you.

"So...." You trail off unsure of what to say.

"Who's your favorite author?" He asks.

"Gosh that's hard. J.K. Rowling, Nicholas Sparks, John Green, Rick Riordan, James Dashner.... Rainbow Rowell! God there's so many to chose from. I mean I don't know if I can pick. Who's yours?"

"Stan Lee." He answers with a smirk. You laugh. That's such a guy answer. "Favorite color?"

"Easy {insert your favorite color}. Yours?"

"The color of the sunset." He smiles.

"What's your favorite Avenger?" You ask secretly a Marvel geek.

"Iron Man," he smirks knowing that you are. "Yours?"

"All of them." You smile. "Artist?"

"Killers or Artic Monkeys. You?"

"I don't know. I mean there's so many that you can chose from. There's so many genders that are fantastic."

"Why do you like music and books?" He asks. A question he's being dying to know the answer of.

"Because you can escape reality. You can become a part of whatever you want. You can read about a life you wish for. Listen to the love you yearn for. You can forget about everything shitty in life for even a short period of life. And it's a hell lot better than pot. I guess in away it's like my Pot. I mean I do it to escape and I'm addicted. But unlike Pot, I'm not going to go crazy....except for when I Fangirl. Then I might seem like I'm on Pot." You answer truthfully.

Jeremy smiles. Your reason hitting close to home with him.

You could see your driveway coming up. Jeremy walked to the door with you. You didn't want him to leave and he didn't either.

You fidget with your keys. "So here's my house," you comment stupidly. Of course he knows it's your house stupid you think.

Jeremy smiles and leans in. You lean in to meet him halfway, your eyes staring into his. Please kiss me, you think.

His hand brushes your cheek before cupping it gently. The other draws you closer by your waist. Your eyes flutter close as his lips meet yours.

Fireworks erupt everywhere.

You smile into it and place your  hands on his neck and pull him even closer till your chests are touching.

He pulls away too soon and rests his forehead against yours.

"Be my girlfriend?" He asks. His minty breath fans your face.

"Of course you idiot."

You stand on your tip toes and kiss him one more time.