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Imagine Seven - Plans For The Weekend (Brad)

Friday. The day filled with anticipation for the weekend, and full of everyone in good spirits. Normally, that's the case for me, but this weekend would be spent in school, in detention. For something that wasn't even my fault. My friend was the one that wouldn't shut up speaking all lesson, but she got away with it and didn't defend my honour.

Saturday rolled around, and I reluctantly arrived back at school at 10am, and headed to the classroom to find out my punishment. "Ah, Elle. I hope today you will learn not to talk in my lessons in the future" the teacher greeted me as I threw my bag down and slumped in a chair at the back of the room. After ten minutes of pure silence, I still didn't know what I was supposed to do, and I was getting rapidly close to walking back out of the door. 

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the school heartthrob Brad Simpson. Immediately my breath pace sped up to a nearly uncontrollable level, and I shuffled around awkwardly in the chair trying to find a distraction. "Mr Simpson, may I ask why you're here?" the teacher asked, and I silently prayed that Brad hadn't strolled into the wrong room. "Um, sure. My form tutor said I had to come here for detention, I don't really know why" he explained, and the teacher shrugged. "Well hopefully you and Elle will both learn from your mistakes. Now wait here for a minute in silence" they announced before leaving the room.

As soon as the door closed, I hoped for a miracle. Shockingly, one was actually delivered. "So, why are you here?" Brad asked as he sat a few seats across from me. "Apparently speaking in class, but I took the wrap for a friend, you know the story" I replied, frankly proud of myself for not choking on my words. "How very noble" he said before throwing his head back and laughing. I awkwardly joined in on the laughing, and hoped a follow up question would be asked. 

At completely the wrong time, the teacher re-entered the room. "Elle, i'm shocked you think it's appropriate to be making noise when I specifically ordered silence" they stated, and I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "That was my fault, not hers. I was the one making the noise before" Brad defended, and I turned my head to look at him, and he winked in return. Any time these butterflies in my stomach want to go away is fine..

"Now, your punishment. I want you to repeatedly write 'I will not talk in class' on the board. I have pens here" the teacher informed us, and we both stood up and walked to the front of the room. "Have we been added into The Simpsons or something?" I asked out loud as I began writing, recalling one of the opening scenes where Bart had to do the exact same thing. Clearly it was asked loud enough, as Brad began laughing but the teacher had left the room. "Irony" he chimed in an abnormally high pitched voice.

"That's it. I'm bored" Brad announced ten minutes later, throwing his pen on the desk. "Me too" I agreed, putting down the pen and cradling my hand, which was aching beyond help due to repetitive writing. "Um.. What's that?" he asked, pointing towards my half of the board. I followed the gestured destination, and saw a huge line going down the middle of the board. 'Nice one, Elle. You were too busy staring at Brad to realise you were drawing a huge messed up line' my conscience told me whilst I racked my brain for an excuse. "I was um.. testing something" I stuttered, then my consience questioned it.

"Fair enough.. How about this?" he barely finished his question before launching at me, pen in hand, and dotting my cheek with the black ink. Due to my incredible shortness, even Brad had to lean down to make contact. "Seriously? Take this pretty boy" I joked before colouring in some of his fluffy brown curls. You couldn't tell that much, but they were noticably darker than before. After pretending to be offended, a full on attack blew up.

Fifteen minutes later, we were both completely covered in whiteboard pen ink, and we looked hilarious. "Okay, I actually have a serious question" his tone changed into a sincere one, but I was still in a giddy mood considering one of the hottest and most popular guys in school was willingly socialising with me. "Don't expect a serious answer, I mean i'm covered in whiteboard pen, even cat whiskers" I replied, and pointed to my cheeks where the drawn-on whiskers were located. "Sorry about that.. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?" his question was rushed, but I still managed to make out every word. Out of nowhere, I began choking - on air. So much so that Brad had to pat my back to help me stop. When I eventually did and got over the initial shock, I asked him to repeat the question for clarification - which he did - and I agreed within a second.

"One more thing!" he exclaimed, happiness lacing his voice, and grabbed my hand, forcing me to move closer to him. Once we were close, he drew a watch onto my wrist, showing the time as 7pm. "Wh-" I began, but he laughed, stopping me. "So you know what time to be ready for" he interjected, making me nod in understanding. Finally, he drew a ring onto my finger. I had no words this time. "So one day you'll know I wanted you to be mine all this time ago" he whispered in my ear, then he took my hand in his and we left the school right there and then, me still being on cloud nine, after having the most fun day I could possibly comprehend.

I wasn't so mad at my friend anymore...

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Okay so whilst I was writing this I even said 'awh' by the end, I hope you liked this mixture of cuteness/fun in this oneshot/imagine!

Anyway, here's the seventh imagine, I hope it was a decent addition to the Imagine Book! Please feel free to vote/comment/fan and request an imagine yourself! (Instructions on first chapter)

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