*Warning!That's nit my imagine!I found it on tumblr and I loved so I decided to write it to my book.The boy/girl who wrote that imagine his/her @ on tumblr is 'stillrunningbacktoyou'.Go and like it if you want!*
Enjoy!
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You're 13 years old and the light flashes twice. You hang out of your window.
"What's up, Cal?"
He's dressed in a white button up that makes him look a lot older, almost like those high school boys you and your friends always look at and giggle when they look back. But unlike them, he doesn't look at you like you're a prey and he's a hunter; he looks worried.
"Why aren't you dressed up?"
You sigh. You were hoping not to have this conversation with him. He's your best friend and you trust him completely, but you're embarrassed, and you don't him to know what a loser you are.
Tonight is the school dance. Everyone has been talking about it for weeks, gushing about what to wear, who to take, how to break curfew; someone even talked about sneaking in some beers. The thought alone makes you shudder.
"Cause I'm not going to the dance," you tell him with a sad smile. "My parents aren't letting me." That's a complete lie, but you hope he doesn't see through you.
"That's not true." You should've known better. "You've been so excited about this dance, Y/N," says Calum with a frown. "I didn't want to go and you convinced me!" That was true. He told you he thought it would be boring and you told him it would be like a fairy tale. But for it to be a fairy tale, you had needed one thing to happen; one thing you left to good luck, and it messed up everything.
"Nobody asked me, okay," you burst out. "All my friends are going with boys who asked them and no boy asked me and I can't go alone, so I'm not going."
"I didn't know we had to ask girls?" Calum answers warily. "I'm going with my friends."
You shrug. "It's fine. I didn't wanna go to the stupid dance anyway."
It's a lie. You really, really did wanna go to the dance, but going alone was just pathetic.
Calum seemed to think about this for a second. Then, a smirk spread across his face. "Y/N," he spoke slowly, "get ready for the dance."
"But I'm not going," you started, and he rolled his eyes.
"Just do it." He slammed his window shut and you did as he said, even if you had no idea why you were doing it. You wouldn't go to the dance solo, that was embarrassing.
There's two knocks on your door and when you open it, you see Calum standing there. He's holding out a flower, one that he clearly just pulled from his mom's garden. "Are you ready to go?" he asks.
"But you're going with friends," you protest, though you take the flower, because it's too pretty not to. "You don't have to give up your fun evening for me."
"You are my friend," he says. "It will only be more fun with you. You're my best friend forever and ever, remember?" He holds out his hand.
"Yeah," you smile, "forever and ever." And you take his hand.
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You're 15 years old and the light flashes twice. The first thing Calum sees when he opens his window is your tear streaked face and immediately his hands clench into fists. He knew this was going to happen, but he didn't think it would happen so soon.
