Cute Imagines

Imagine 1: Dance

Imagine:

You walk into the school band and chorus dance, your eyes scanning over the dimly lit room, searching for your friends so you don't feel so awkward about your horrible dancing skills. Once you spot your small group of friends that you always hang out with, you walk to them, a smile on your face and full of excitement. You dance for a few hours, get a soda, then dance even more. Finally, you get tired, but the others still seem to be going on strong. You decide to go to a booth and rest. You walk to the back of the party and sit down at an empty table, sipping at yet another drink.

You sit there for a while, and just as you decide you should go back and dance some more, someone sits across from the table. You look over at whoever it was, and you realize it was a boy. He had dirty blonde, side swept hair and blue-green eyes. In simple words: he didn't look so bad.

"Can I sit here?" he asks slightly nervously, smiling a nice smile. You awkwardly smile and nod, not sure why he would want to sit at your table, but you just shrug it off and decide to stay, just so he doesn't think you're getting up to avoid him. You two sit there for a minute or two, not sure what to say. Finally, he speaks up. "Do you want to dance?" he asks, even more nervously. This catches your attention and your head turns to him in surprise.

"Um... I can't dance..." you say shyly, not sure if you're quite ready to show your horrible dance moves to an almost complete stranger.

"I can teach you," he says, smiling warmly and meekly.

"You sure? I'm pretty bad..." you say, letting out a hollow laugh.

"Yeah, come on, I can show you," he says, smiling even bigger and standing up. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the booth into the dance floor.

Just as he stops in the middle of the room, a slow song comes on. He turns around, facing you with a half smile.

"What a coincidence..." he says a bit sarcastically. "Too bad I have no one to dance with..."

"Okay, fine, I'll slow dance with you," you say, laughing.

"Yay!" he cheers, grabbing your waist. You blush and link your arms around his neck, avoiding his eyes.

"So, I never got your name..." you say after a few seconds.

"Bob."

"Well, 'Bob', what's your real name?"

"It's Jase." he answers truthfully. "You?"

"Y/N," you answer.

"That's a nice name," he says with a cheerful smile. You laugh and blush, looking down again, wondering if his face ever got tired from smiling so much. "Hey, don't look down. There's nothing interesting about shoes, is there?" he says, his eyes smiling. You laugh.

"I guess not," you smile slightly back at him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look absolutely beautiful?" He asks after a few seconds.

"Not besides my parents...and you're not so bad yourself, either," you say back.

"Aww, you think Jase is beautiful?" he says, talking in third person. You laugh, step away, and unwrap your arms from his neck just as the song ends.

"I better go now. Thanks for dancing with me, I had fun," you say truthfully, but knowing deep down you didn't want to go.

"No, don't go!" he says, tugging at your hand. "Just stay..." His face was only inches from yours, and the distance was growing shorter and shorter. He turns his head as your lips gently meet, but only for a few seconds. He quickly pulls back, his eyes wide. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm... Uh, I'm sorry..." he says near to a whisper. He starts to back away.

"No, don't go..." you say, this time grabbing his hand and pulling him back. You spin him around, wrapping your arms around his neck again and pulling him into a tight hug. He tenses up at first, then eventually lightly rests his hands on your back as you bury your face into his shoulder. "It's fine," you say. "Just stay the rest of the night."