BTR Imagines/Preferences.ღ✿

Carlos Pena Imagine(Cute hockey player say what?)

"Carlossss," you say being dragged to the boys day out. They all wanted you to learn how to play hockey, but you honestly thought it was hard. You had to learn how to ice skate and play at the same time. You can't even curl your hair and sing at the same time, so what makes them think you can do this?

You arrive, spotting Kendall first. You greet the tall blondie, then say hi to the spiky haired brunette, then the pretty one, James. All of you get your equipment on, you wearing double layers just in case anything bad happens. You watched them before, and they play hard. All of you get out onto the ice, and surprisingly, you didn't fall. You were actually great at ice skating.

"Good job, babe," Carlos tells you, wrapping his arm around your tiny waist. You peck him on the lips gently.

"If you two love birds are done here, we'd like to play some hockey,"  James announces already annoyed at your amazing relationship.

"Okay so, we all play our normal positions and uh, sweetheart, you can stay on the side lines and watch us a bit?" Carlos says, pointing in your direction.

"Cute Latino hockey player say what?" you ask offended. You may not know every little thing about hockey, but you'd still like to play. "I'm playing no matter what. I'm..good."

"Fine then, if you're so "good" let's see you play goalie," Logan sassily states. 

You nod in agreement, skating out into the position. Kendall throws the puck down as they all battle it out, fighting and calling each other names. You laugh at them as you blow on your newly painted nails. It's going to take a while for them to reach the end of the place. Just then, you see Carlos heading towards you with the puck. Being the two competitive people you are, you decided not to be on the same team as each other.

"C'mon.." Carlos says to himself, whipping the puck towards you. Your reflexes quickly get to work as you block the puck, resulting in cheering from Kendall. James rushes over to high five you and laughs in Carlos' face. He rolls his eyes and hits him on the back of the head.

"Okay, so you're good. But are you great?"  Logan questions, lifting his left eyebrow up. 

You and James end up beating them 4-1, which has Carlos treating you both to hot chocolate and muffins. Carlos wrapped his muscly arms around you, telling that you're cold.

"You want my jacket babe?" he asks you slipping it off and onto you before you could even answer. You loved how the oversized purple pull over felt on you. So warm, so comfortable. You lock your lips to his, his tongue tasting like hot chocolate. His brings his hand up to your face, cupping it gently before he places you on his lap.

"Guys, we're in public!" Kendall speaks awkwardly. 

"Seriously," Logan utters. "This is just sad for all of us."

You laugh a bit at the three loners. You decide to make them even more grossed out, just for the fun of it. 

"Hey Carlos, what would you say if I asked you to make me a winner at "home"?"" you say, sending him a flirty look.

"I'd say let's get to it!" he quickly responds, grabbing his coat and car keys.

"Ew, gross!" James declares, speaking for all of them.

"You guys are fun with that," Logan mumbles sadly, shoving yet another chocolate muffin into his mouth.

Carlos and you walk hand in hand down the busy streets, kissing each other every three minutes. Carlos kept reminding how beautiful you are, complimenting you on every little thing. Carlos was so happy, jumping up and down with enthusiasm, probably of what you said at the coffee shop. Anything would make Carlos happy, he would always find the bright side of things.

"I can't wait till we get "home"!" Carlos yells so loudly everyone around us stares. 

"Carlos, you do know we're not actually going to Disney World, right?" you laugh, hitting him playfully on the chest.

"Wh-what?" he stutters, sending you his famous mad glare[See Multimedia]. "You tricked me! You know what that means?"

"Oh, no.." you say hushed.

"Another visit from the Tickle Monster!" he shouts, tickling you everywhere possible until you cry of laughter.