Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Little Things

can you do an alex fluff where you move in together and alex is annoyed at first by having someone else living with him but then he realises hes in love with all the little things like cleaning up after each other and stuff if this makes sense ??

AN Guys, I'm finally listening to Full Frontal. I haven't been listening to this season, I'm a terrible person, I haven't listened to season four like at all, how dare I. Also, sorry for my lack of updates, I don't even have an excuse, I'm just terrible in general. But to make up for my absolutely terrible skills at updating, I've decided to double update! Yay! Party at my place! Oh whoops I misinterpreted the whole "in love with little things" and I just took it way overboard. Oh well! I like it, I think it's cute. I can rewrite it if you want me to, but I still like it so I'm keeping it. Conversation is between you and Alex at some point. Also my first blueberry Alex imagine I'm happy. Enjoy friends xx

Alex's POV

Moving in with your best friend is supposed to be fun right? That's what Y/N and I thought when we decided to move in together. But there are things she does that irks me and I never knew how much one person could annoy me until I've shared my living space with another human being.

For one thing, I always walk around in my underwear in the morning. It's what I do. But there is a female living here now, I don't think I can just do that anymore. Y/N told me to put pants on when she first saw me doing it and I completely forgot she was there. "I don't mind if you walk around shirtless, but for God's sake, wear some fucking pants," she'd tell me.

After I'd wandered around with no pants on, she thought it'd be okay if she wandered around in her underwear. I don't think I've ever seen my best friend that naked before. Somehow it's a different feeling in a bikini. She makes it hard not to have a boner around her. I don't love her, she's my friend, but damn is she one attractive friend.

She wanders around in her underwear in the morning, and when she takes showers, she doesn't take her clothes out of the bathroom, she just leaves them there. Then when I go in there in the morning, all her shit's out. I'd call her to clean it up, she'd tell me in a little bit and then not do it at all. It pisses me off. She can't take her clothes out of the goddamn bathroom? Is it hard?

She also forgets to throw away the milk carton when she finishes it off. And when I get out cereal to eat and go for the milk, and it's gone, that does not make me a happy camper. I usually end up yelling up at her, and she ends up yelling at me claiming that I "never turn off the TV" when I go to bed at night like it's my job or something.

We end up having playful but serious yelling matches. She always wins though, 'cause she's stubborn as hell.

We were eating dinner in the living room (having the TV volume at a multiple of five because that's the only way she'll like it or else we'll end up having a battle over the remote) and were sitting at opposite ends of the couch.

When it got to a quiet part of the movie, I could hear her chewing from across the couch. It annoyed me so I pointed it out. "Y/N, I can hear your mouth moving from all the way over here."

"So," she said, her mouth still full and her gaze on the the television.

"So stop, the sound is gross."

"Fight me, Alex, I do what I want."

"Alright, you asked for it." I leapt across the couch, and tackled her to the arm of the furniture, tickling her sides until she surrendered. "Surrender!" I yelled, still moving my fingers against her.

"Never!" she yelled back. I tickled harder, but her knee found my crotch and she kicked as hard as she could, sending me rolling on the floor. "Victory is mine!" She chanted, running off, laughing as maniacally as she could. She grabbed her food, chewed loudly next to my ear then ran away to her room leaving me withering in pain on the floor.