Two-Bit Imagine

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by AbbiBabby

by AbbiBabby

I was sitting on the couch at the Curtis house with Two-Bit, my boyfriend of 6 six months and my best friend of 6 years. He was cracking jokes as usual as I sat staring straight ahead at the TV.

Of course, he wasn't really looking at me, but I still forced a smile on my face. It wasn't until I had forced a laugh that he looked over at me.

"Y/n?" He asked, his brow furrowing.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"What's up?" He asked, moving closer to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Nothin'. I'm alright." I replied, smiling weakly.

"Aw, cut the crap, doll. You think I don't know when something's bugging you? I know you like the back of my hand. You can't hide shit from me." He said, cracking a grin.

Shrugging his arm off my shoulders, I stood and walked out the door, starting towards the lot, where the rest of the gang had gone to play football.

"Y/n!" He hollered, running after me.

I couldn't stop the tears from flowing as I stopped. "What, Two?" I asked, not turning to face him. The wind was strong, whipping my hair around and causing my skirt to billow.

"Y/n." He said a little quieter, his arms wrapping firmly around my waist as he pulled me back against his chest. I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stop. He held me there for a few minutes, resting his chin on my head.

"I'm sorry, Keith." I said quietly. I felt him tense. Nobody ever called him that. I only called him that when I was mad at him. I played with his hands, as they were rested against my stomach. He intertwined our fingers and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, worried.

"No, Keith." I laughed, smiling through my tears as I turned to look at him. He quickly examined my face, still frowning, and wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Did someone say something to you? Were you jumped?" He asked. I grabbed his hand and held it against my cheek, shaking my head. "Then what is it?" He asked, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

"I love you, Keith Mathews." I said quietly. It was the first time I had said it and truly meant it. I always said it as a joke, or responded with 'Love ya' when he was leaving. He told me he loved me all the time. Showed me, too. But I always found it hard to believe him. But it had hit me suddenly like a ton of bricks. I was in love with Keith Mathews. And there was no stopping it.

His eyes lit up like the Fourth of July as he lifted me off my feet and spun me around. I couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. He kissed me passionatley as he set me down.

"I love you, Y/n Y/l/n." He replied.