Will Poulter Imagines

Monkey See Monkey Do

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"My lady." Will says as he makes a hand gesture through the door that he had just opened for me.
I smile and laugh at his kind gesture that he has been doing since we had first met. It was always something I loved about him, something that just made him so strikingly attractice to me since it was so gentleman-like.
"Thank you." I say as I walk into the store before him.
I catch some young girls eyes as they probably noticed the gesture Will had done, maybe wondering if they would ever find someone that would do that for them.
I smile at them as I walk alongside Will as he starts going down an isle of the store that leads to caneed food.
"I was thinking we could make spaghetti tonight." Will says as I was just appreciating the fact that we walk perfectly side by side while holding hands, swinging them ever so slightly.
I crinkle my nose a hit at the sound of him saying spaghetti.
"You hate spaghetti?" I say, meaning for it to be a statement and not a question.
Will looks down at me, which I adore completely, and he smiles a smile without his teeth. Something he done often even though I told him multiple times that I love his toothy smile.
He looks into my eyes as we walk and he stops in front of the cans of spaghetti sauce.
"But you don't." He says.
As the words go through my mind, I immediately smile.
He smiles back at me, and I watch as his eyes make small wrinkles at the corners, which is also something I adore.
He quickly steps to the side and grabs a jar of the sauce and we walk up to the front of the store.
That's when I immediately notice that in the few minutes that we've been occupied in sauces and talking about spaghetti, the young girls from moments ago were still in the store even though they were at the checkout when we walked in.
TheI eyes immediately found Will and I and they started walking over.
"Hi! Can we get a picture with by any chance?" The shortest girl out of the three asks.
She was a pretty girl, all three of them were, and at first, it really surprised me that they asked Will for pictures.
I'm just not really use to Will being a celebrity, most times I completely forget that he's one of the famous human beings that I actually know.
It's really weird how I can just forget but not really, especially when I know him more personally then most.
"Well, of course!" Will says as he smiles at them, while also letting go of my hand.
I missed the touch of his hand on mine already.
I watch Will as I distance myself a little from them so they can communicate with him without feeling like I'm watching their every move.
My eyes move to the awkward jar of sauce in his hands and I remember that we also needed the pasta.
I touch Will's shoulder and he turns towards me as the girls do as well.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, but I'll be back, we forgot the pasta." I say.
I see a look of the, "oh yeah" face people usually use when they forget something and then remember to get it flash on his face, and shortly after he nods his head and says, "okay, I'll be right here waiting."
I smile at the girls again while walking through the store, already knowing where I'm going since it was so familiar to me.
As I find the spaghetti strands, I take my time walking back to the group because I didn't want to intrude again in such short notice.
As I aproach the group, I see that the short girl has Will's arm around her shoulder and he leans towards her, planting his lips on her cheek.
The little meaningless act made my blood boil a little, which it really shouldn't have, but it did.
I make myself slower, slower than I already was going since the other two girls were squealing over him kissing her.
I walk up to them as if I didn't see the act.
Just as I did, the girls said there goodbyes to Will and they walked to the exit.
Will sees me and looks at the pasta in my hands. I smile at him, even though I'm a bit upset.
We pay for the items and then leave the store.
As we approach mine and Will's friends house, I take the bag and get out of the car, guickly walking towards the door.
When I reach the door, Dylan is already standing there with it open for us and that's when I hear Will's door close shut with a bit of force.
He was probably mad at me for not talking to him the way over here and for getting out fast.
"Hey Dylan." I say as I walk into his house with Will surprisingly behind me already.
"Hey Sasha, Will." Dylan says as he nods to Will and I.
I smile at him as I watch him close the door behind us.
I take my jacket off and put it on the coat rack beside the door, and Will does the same thing.
After that, I hug Dylan, something I had always done, except I held it for a little longer than I usually would.
Afterwards, I turn around and when I do, Will snakes his arm around my waist.
I let it lay there, until we get to the kitchen.
I get out of his hold and get the two items out of the grocery bag and put them on the wooden table Dylan has that is a bit too big for just himself.
Dylan walks in after Will and I and he walks over beside me.
"How have you guys been?"
"I've been good, how about yourself?" I ask, immediately making it seem like Will wasn't there.
"Good!" Dylan says as he picks up the sauce.
"This is some good stuff right here."
"Yeah," Will says before I get to replying.
"Its what we like so I thought that you probably would too."
"You were right." Dylan says as he gets out a pan for the pasta.
I look at Dylan as we sit there awkwardly when it usually wouldn't have been.
"Dylan, you look really nice today." I say.
I see Will's eyes glance over at me and I smile on the inside, knowing he's getting a bit mad at my attention towards Dylan.
"Thanks," Dylan says as he puts water in the pan.
"I was actually going to tell you that that dress looks really nice on you. I've never seen you wear it before."
I smile and blush a little bit at his kind words.
I even see Will tense up a bit after he says that, knowing well enough that he didn't like it. At all.
"So," Dylan says.
"Have you guys watched the Scorch Trials yet?" Dylan asks us.
Just then, the water was boiling and Dylan puts the spaghetti into the pot.
"We actually haven't yet." Will says.
"We were planning on doing that soon."
"Actually, I have seen it. You did a really good job Dylan." I say.
I look at Will and his eyebrows are knitted together.
Looking back at Dylan, I say, "actually, I can definitely see some progress with your acting. I think since the Maze Runner you have been killing it on the screen."
Dylan looks at me and smiles.
"Thanks, Sash, that means a lot actually. I've been trying my hardest."
"Well, it definitely is showing." I say.
The evening went on with me, I don't know, I wouldn't say flirting but I was chatting with Dylan more than Will was all night.
Dylan did a great job by the way on lunch, which was one of the many reasons why we ate at his house every once in a while. He was just a great cook.
After all of that, we grabbed our jackets and were off with one last hug and a goodbye.
When Will and I get in the car and he starts it, I felt some serious tention.
When wave to Dylan and Will steps on the gas like his life depended on getting out of there.
I hear Will breathing heavily as we get onto the first road away from Dylan's house.
"So, care to explain all of that bullshit back there?" Will asks as he looks over at me and then back at the road.
I furrow my eyebrows and shrug my shoulders.
"We had a good time with a good friend which is what we do often, was that what you wanted to hear?" I ask, knowing damn well it wasn't.
Will slams on the breaks and I feel my body jolt foward and then back.
I look out the window and find the car on the side of the road.
"Are you crazy!" I yell as I run my hands through my hair.
"Are you serious!" Will yells with more anger than me.
"You don't think I can't tell that you have a sudden thing for Dylan? What the bloody hell, Sasha. You didn't even bloody talk to me at all tonight and you have Dylan just gawking his eyes at you."
I stare at him with fake confusion.
"And not to mention that he apparently keeps an eye on you, who the hell keeps track of what someone else's bloody girlfriend wears?" Will asks.
I laugh and put my arm against the arm rest on the door and put my head on my hand while looking out the window.
"Look at me." Will says with frustration.
When I completely ignore it a puff of air comes out of his lips.
"Look at me god damnit!"
I snap my head towards him and he looks furious.
"If you think for a second that I won't turn around and kick his ass you're wrong. You're lucky I didn't do it when he practically admitted that he checks you out." Will says.
"And if you even think that-"
"Think what?" I ask as I interrupted him mid sentence as well as get in his face slightly.
Will comes closer too, but not by a little, by a lot.
I could feel his hot breath on my face as he was about to speak.
"And if you even think that I'll just sit around and watch that, you're dead wrong." Will says.
"We're not going back."
I open my mouth wide as I hear his nonsense.
"That's idiotic! You know what, you might not but I will!" I say as I furiously take my seat belt off and almost bolt out the door.
Almost.
I feel Will grab onto my arm and pull me back towards him with the door on my side wide open.
I look at him and he looks at me, while keeping me in his hold.
"Let go of me." I say as I pull my arm away, but it doesn't ease a bit.
He closes his eyes shut with anger as he let's go.
He slowly opens them and we look at each other for a while.
Thats when he leans in quickly and kisses me with a lot of force.
The kiss is rough and it didn't even last a second without him completely dominating my mouth with his tongue.
I was so shocked that I didn't even kiss back, until he held my face with his warm hands.
I didn't even realize it until now, but there were a few tears trickling down my face that he quickly wiped away.
The kiss turned into a slow, passionate one soon after I started kissing him back, almost as if he knew I didn't really have feelings for Dylan.
Almost as though Will heard my mind say Dylan, he stops and pulls away.
"Please don't leave me for him, I love you so much."
I look at him, and if it wasn't for the random car going by with its lights on, I don't think I would have noticed the tears on his face as well, which made me feel horribly guilty for making him cry like this and think that I was going to actually leave him.
Then his lips find there way back to mine, having our lips immediately molded back into each other's and our hands were on each other as if we had to hold onto each other for dear life.

A/N
Sorry I stopped it here, but I didn't want it to be too long for you to read, Sasha.
Thanks for requesting though! Had a lot of fun writing it and as for the rest of you who requested, no worries, they are being written soon!
Much love xx