Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Wanna Dance With Me?// Dave

You just met a total stranger in a creepy dark alley outside a party. He was a cute stranger though. Perfectly quiffed hair, olive skin, the type of dude you expect to be the most popular guy at school.

You were a junior, he was a senior. That made him a lot more hotter.

You two sat against the wall, talking about your friends and why you let them drag you to this party. You heard one of your favorite songs come on as you sighed heavily and put your head against the wall.

"I love this song," you smiled. "It's a great song."

"Yeah, it is," the newly found stranger, Dave agrees. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"What? Uh no." You blurt.

"No? Woah, way to build up a dudes confidence."

"Fine," you stand up. "But I'm warning you, I suck at this."

He stands up, a small smirk plastered against his face. You stand in the alley, awkwardly waiting for him to come over.

He puts his hands on your hips, you putting yours around his neck, intertwining them on the back of his neck. You stared at the brick wall behind him awkwardly, but he pulled you back by pulling you closer.

"You know, this song is actually a knock off of Jar of Hearts, it's like a thing for people to steal them now apparently." You blurt, staring awkwardly at him.

"Shut up." He cuts you off, staring into your eyes.

He puts his arms fully around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You couldn't say that you weren't comfortable with him, you didn't have any idea why, but you felt like you could stay in his arms-

"Your balls are vibrating." You whispered against his ear as you heard his phone vibrating.

"Oh shit, shit I'm sorry." He says as he jumps back and answers the phone.

"Yo what? What?" He nods and hangs up. "The cops are here."

You two run from the alley, getting about a block away before realizing where you were.

"Hey do you uh, wanna walk with me?" You ask.

He nods, walking with you. You get halfway down the street before he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers.