80s imagines/preferences

Emilio Estevez imagine part one for @mvsicbookfrxndom

May 23, 1985
3:15 pm

There could be enough books to make a big hill. Maybe even a mountain. Just my kind of place.
A shelf for mystery books, another for biographies, and another for realistic fiction books.
I strolled through the aisles, scanning every book as I pass by.
The library was full of complete silence, which I hated. If I could just talk to anyone the awkwardness would disappear.
My eyes glanced around the nearly empty library. A tiny old lady with a silver bun and a pastel bonnet sat in a corner chair, flipping through the pages of a blue biography book.
A middle-aged woman sat at the front desk, I guessed in her mid-fourties, her orange waves falling down her shoulders, her nails scratched against the keys of her keyboard as she typed on her computer.
But, there was someone in particular that caught my eye, someone who doesn't belong in a quiet library.

It was a boy, and he looked about my age. He yanked mystery books off the shelves, chucking them behind him and towards me. By the back of his head, I could see his caramel-colored hair and tan skin, but not his face.

He pulled "A Great Deliverance" off of the wooden shelf and threw it back behind him, the pages flipping as it flew through the air.
What the hel-
I couldn't even finish my thoughts, before a book slapped me hard against my head, the hard cover corner hitting against my eyebrow.
"Oh, god," I rubbed my forehead, scrunching my nose. My eyebrow felt sore and bruised.
What a great first impression.
"Oh, no," the boy turned around from the book shelf, his face full of worry," I'm so terribly sorry. Gosh, I look like an asshole. I can pay for your hospital bills if you want?"
"No, it's alright. I don't think this is bad enough for the hospital," I giggled.
"Woah," he gazed at my eyes, making me a little uncomfortable at first," your laugh is beautiful."

I felt like a complete dork in front of him. There's a hot guy two feet away from me and the only thing I can do is blush like crazy. He even complemented my laugh, what is going on?

It all seemed a bit too cliché: the stomach butterflies, the pink cheeks, the nervous giggles. I don't think I've ever felt this way about a guy, even when he throws books at me.

"Thanks, but I don't think so," I reach down and pick up the novels that lay on the carpet.
He chuckled. Damn, I thought, and he said my laugh was beautiful.
"I think so," he playfully argued.
I offered a tiny smile, fixing navy blue rectangular glasses so they stick to the bridge of my nose.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He continued to talk to me as I stroll down the mystery aisle, dragging my fingers across the dusty book covers.
"I'm actually from Ethiopia," I tell him, reaching a book from the top shelf and studying the cover.
"Interesting. I could tell you were different by your accent," he stood next to me, his hands stuck in his jeans pockets.
"Is that a compliment?" I ask.
"You could say so."
My mouth curves into a small smile as I tuck a loose hazelnut-colored curl behind my ear.

I didn't understand why he kept talking to me, but he still did. Boy, he could talk to me forever, and I wish he did. His voice was soft-spoken and silvery, his laugh like the chime of a thousand bells. Standing right next to him gave my body a shiver of euphoria.

Emilio's POV

Her beauty was a radiant of light. She was a glimmering golden star standing two feet away from me.
She was nothing like the other girl, and the vibe she gave me was like a pink rose, sunlight peeking though her vibrant petals.
I wanted to know everything about her, I wanted to kiss her forehead and snuggle her when she cried, make her laugh that beautiful laugh of hers when she is mad.
Her lips were red and dark, her teeth white as snow and straight as they can be. She seemed to be so perfect in every way.

"I'm Emilio," I told her, inching a bit closer.
"I'm Lily," she said, flashing off her pearly teeth again.
"Well, Lily," I tried to act as flirty as possible," if you don't mind, I'd like to take you out sometime. I know we didn't have a great first impression, but we could start over."
She leaned against the bookshelf, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'd love to,Emilio."
I mentally high-fived myself. Score!
"How about next Saturday? I could give you my number if you want."
"Sure," she turned her head back towards the exit," um, I gotta go. Could you just look me up in the phone book and call me tonight?"
"Yea, of course," I answered, waving to her as she walked out.
Her messy dark curls bounced as she walked.

"Hey, Lily?" I called after her, causing the librarian to shush me, holding up her bony fingers against her pink lips.
Lily flipped her head around to face me.
"What do you calls pile of cats?" Everyone looked up from their books.
"I don't know," she giggled," what?"
I smiled,"A meowtain."
She rolled her eyes and smiled," good one, Emilio."
Then, she walked out again.
Great job,Emilio.

Lily's POV

The way I smiled like a dork when I though of him was so cliché. I held my books against my chest, staring up at the white cotton candy clouds that drifted apart in the baby blue sky. A soft breeze brushed against my cheeks.
Emilio was so playful and adorable, and he could make any girl swoon over him. Why me? Why did he choose to throw about at my face? Why not some other girl who looked like a supermodel?
He was so amazing. So young, so vibrant. I wanted to spend every moment with him, even if it meant we were being shushed by the librarian every ten seconds.
This was not some book where the girl goes insane over the boy and the boy goes insane over the girl, this was something different and I knew it.
I don't know how I'm gonna react when he calls me tonight, will I scream and jump up and down on my bed? Probably.
He liked me because I was different. And I liked him because he was different. We liked each other because we stuck out in a crowd like a pink elephant in a herd of gray ones.
He makes me feel like I'm on a roller coaster, hanging off the edge of a drop, my heart beating outside my chest as I impatiently wait for the cart to roll over the hill.
He makes me feel like we are holding hands in the middle of the street, lost in a crowd of people. People talking to each other, on their phones, every person busy in their own way. I still grip onto his warm fingers as he guides me through the crowd of people, giving me a sense of safety and stability.

I just can't wait until my phone rings tonight.

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That's it! Sorry if it was too short, but I hope you like it! Just let me know if you want me to change anything:)
-Regan