5SOS Preferences/Imagines

6 - Your First Date

Ashton -
You waited anxiously at the door, for the cute boy you met a few days ago to come pick you up for your date.
You heard the doorbell ring, and unconsciously you smile.
You open the door. "Hey (everybody!)."
"Hey," he smiled. "You ready to go?"
"Mhm." You nodded.
He smiled and took your small hand in his large one, and walked to the car.
You sat in the car, listening to some classic rock station.
When you had arrived at your destination you turned to see it was a local restaurant that played live music.
You smiled, because you remembered telling Ashton this was your favorite restaurant.
You turned to him, still smiling. "You remembered."
He smiled back, his eyes sparkling. "Of course I remembered."

Calum -

"Are you going to tell me where we're going anytime soon?" You asked with a giggle.
Calum shook his head. "Not a chance. It's a surprise." He said, dragging the Z sound in surprise.
You sighed in amusement, and leaned your head against the car window. You looked past the scenery, trying to make out where you were going.
Buzz.
Your phone showed a notification, and you picked it up. You scrolled though your notifications until Calum announced, "We're here."
You looked up, and dropped your phone into your lap from excitement.
You turn to Calum, excitement written all over your features.
"You're taking me to an amusement park?!"
He smiled. "Yeah, you like it?"
You shook your head. "I love it!"
You pushed the car door open and ran out, jumping with excitement.
"Well, are you coming or what?" You yelled to Calum who was still in the car, shaking with silent laughter.
"Yeah, I'll always be right beside you." (See what I did there? ;))

Luke -

You heard a knock at the door, and opened it to see Luke on the other side. You two had been talking for a bit, and he finally asked you out a few days ago. He stood there with his blonde hair in a quiff (throwback loll), and a flannel over his The Offspring tshirt. In his hand he had a single rose, and his tongue nervously rolled over his lip ring. (O_o)
"Hi," he gave you a shy smile.
You gave him a wide smile in return, and started walking outside, closing the door behind you.
"So where are we going?" You asked him, rubbing your hands on your jeans. He offered you the rose, and you took it with a shy smile.
He looked at you as a small blush crept up his cheeks. "It's old school, but my mom said it's, and I quote, 'the way to win a girls' heart.'" (Yas Queen Liz.)
You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, twirling the rise anxiously between your fingers.
He gave you a a perfect smile, the kind that showed off his white teeth, and his dimples, and made your heart flutter.
"Care for a picnic?"

Michael -

You were at GameStop, and we're waiting in line for the new Black Ops game. As you finally spot the last game, you saw a boy your age reach for it. You frowned and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with a confused expression on his face, looking down at you. (Betch no you're looking up bc of my level soz carry on.) 
"Um, hi?" He said.
You pursed your lips. "Hi. See that game you're holding? I've been waiting in line since last night for it and I will not let you take it away from me when I was this close."
You made different hand gestures as you spoke, and the boy's mouth quirked up to one side into a smirk, looking fairly amused.
When you were done talking, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye and opened his mouth to speak.
"I'll let you have the game."
You opened your mouth to argue, but stopped short when hearing his answer.
"Really?" You said in a surprised tone.
He nodded. "On one condition."
You groaned internally. "What kind of condition?" You asked.
His smirk grew in size. "A date."
You furrowed your brow. "A date?"
"A date. Oh, and your name."
You smiled at the boy with crazy hair.
"Y/n." You took out a sharpie from your bag, and took his hand.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Now it was your turn to smirk, finishing up what you were writing, and letting go of his hand as it swung back to his side.
"Well, if you're going to take me out on a date, you're going to need my number...?" You finished of as a question, as you still hadn't gotten his name.
He smiled broadly. "Michael. And I'll be sure to call you."
"You better."
You were now sitting in a cliche type of date, dinner and a movie, but with Michael, it was anything but predictable. He was everything you wanted in a guy, being he was good looking, funny, adorable, and being in a band was a plus. (Same.)
At the end of the night he took you home, and you were wearing his leather jacket.
You were standing in your driveway leaning against Michael's car, facing each other, and Michael was reaching to get something out of the backseat. You saw from the corner of your eye that it was the game that had started it all, which you had totally forgotten about.
"Michael." You stopped him.
"Yeah?" He looked at you.
"Don't bother. Keep it." You said.
He looked at you with a confused look.
Smiling, you took off his jacket and handed it back to him.
"After all, I think another date is in order, so maybe I can get it then?"
You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, winked cheekily at his stunned face, his mouth slightly ajar, and ran inside your house before he could catch you.

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Wow. Goals man. *cries in 49 different languages bc will never have that*
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