Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Prom// Dave

You met Dave at a party a few years ago.

You became best friends.

The two of you sat on one another's bed, talking about what bad things happened today, what your dreams or hopes are, what bothers you, everything. You'd be half asleep most of the time, but that made it better.

Your parents trusted you enough to let Dave stay the night, you guys were just friends anyway.

He picked you up everyday from school, the two of you going to a diner, getting something to eat, then going to one another's house, depending on what you wanted to do, then him taking you home, or vice versa.

"Hey there handsome!" You screamed at Dave as he came out of school. All his friends thought you were hot so you loved taking advantage of that.

He chuckled to himself before getting into the car. "How was your day?" He asks.

"I totally bombed my chemistry test." You groaned, turning out of Westview towards the diner.

"I can help you with that," he smiles. "Your house or mine?"

"Uhh, mine so you can help me with chemistry yeah?"

"Yeah." He smiles.

You laid down on your bed, opening your book to a random page. Suddenly, something popped up, the large words PROM plastered across a piece of paper.

"You want me to go to prom with you?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I mean, only if you want to?" He asks.

"Of course I do." You smiled at him.

*Night of Prom*

You had on a red dress, your hair done up all nice, makeup too. You were happy to go to prom with Dave. So when you walked outside and so him all done up with a tux, you were thrilled.

You two sat awkwardly at a table, while all the couples danced and laughed. Dave was talking to his friends, who were hitting on other girls.

"Okay c'mon," you grab his hand, pulling him up from the chair. "We're dancing."

You intertwined your finger behind his neck, his hands on your waist.

You looked up at him, smiling. "This is fun."

"This is very fun," He said awkwardly before taking a deep breath. "But there is something that I've always wanted to tell you forever, and I think this is the perfect time," he starts. "I love you, I've loved you since the day I met you at that party."

You were too shocked to say anything as you stared at him. "Oh no, I've never been so embarrassed, oh god."

He started to pull away but you pull him back, pressing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Oooh get it Dave!" The English Man yelled across the dance floor.