IM5 Imagines

Just Imagine...

Just Imagine This...

It's December third. A cold rainy/windy day that makes you feel like climbing into your bed and hibernating. While crossing the street a car does not see you and almost hits you. The car stops and the driver gets out. The woman had what looked like a gun in her hand. You start running as fast as you can. You run up to the porch of the first house you see and bang on the door. A woman opens it and lets you explain the situation.

The woman's eyes go wide and she lets you in quickly after and locks the door. Her house was decked out in Christmas decorations and my absolute embarrassment.

There were people everywhere. You had just crashed an ugly sweater party.

"Mom who's this?" A boy walked up wearing the most ridiculous orange sweater you have ever seen. He was an inch or two taller than you and had his black hair pulled back in a small ponytail.

"I actually don't know. What's your name sweetie?" the woman asked.

"Y/N" you say.

"Well (y/N) my name is Gabe." The boy with the ponytail said.

He leads you over to a group of people who welcome you with no questions asked. That was until one of his friends asked, "Why did you just show up?"

Gabe sat and waited for your answer. Thinking about it, maybe the gun was just your imagination. "I was just in the neighborhood."

They all seemed to believe you and his friend slipped you his phone number. The name read Cole Pendery.