Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

Boy from school

(Just a note. You're 15 here and he's 16)

Y/n:-

It was a summer noon. I didn't have anything to do. I mostly do drawings, listen to music, or even take a nap. But right now, I was super bored.

I was just laying on my bed, arms widely stretched, and my feel as well.
My position hogged most of the space, on my bed. The sun, was almost setting. Sun rays were passing through my window. Some, blocked by the curtain.

I looked at the circle shaped alarm clock that was placed on my side table.
3:32

I sighed heavily.
"What to do, what to do, what. To. Do?!!" Saying those words in my mind, over and over again, as if it was a mantra.

I heard a gentle knock on my white, painted door. I turned slowly, finding my mom, leaning on the door frame and looking at me, while her head was titled.

She held a cup, containing coffee. How did I know? Easy, I used my nose.

"Hey, honey.." She said with a calming voice.
"Hey, mom.." I sighed looking up the ceiling.

"Why don't you go outside and do something, aye?" She suggested.

I groaned. "But mom~" I wined.
I wasn't that kind of girl who was always outside on a summer day, frolicking all over the small town I was in.

I was the.. Reading inside kind of person. I loved to read. Especially novels. Big, thick books.

It keeps me company, and I loose the track of time.

"No but's missy, get your bum outside." She says after she takes a sip of her coffee.

"Mom, you know I'm not that kind of girl who plays outside, on a summer day!" I said. Rolling over.

"Fine, here's a deal. I'll give you 100$ and you go outside and buy something from the book store, add another book or two in your collection" she says pointing at my book shelf which was filled with books,
From J.K Rowling's Harry Potter series to Veronica Roth's Divergent series.

"Deal!" I say standing up and walking towards her.

"I'm going to place your money on the kitchen counter, I'm going to visit your aunt Jennifer" she said, walking down the stairs.

"Okay!" I shouted, picking my outfit.
I picked a plain white v-neck t-shirt, black H&M shorts and my black vans.
I put those on and then,

I took my black leather backpack and shoved my phone, ear phones, notebook, pencil & color box and my wallet inside. 
Yes, a wallet. I have my own money, to but things that I want, but who cares? It's free money, from your parents!

I braided my hair into a French braid, stretched it a bit, making it look bigger, then I walked down the stairs, to the kitchen counter to get mah money, and headed out the door.

It wasn't that sunny.
I pulled my earphones out of my bag, and also my phone and listened to 'Secret love song' by Little mix and Jason Derulo.

I started to sing along, gripping my bag's strap, while I walk down the side walk, kicking pebbles and looking ahead.

'Why can't you hold me, in the street, why can't I kiss you on the dance floor..

I wish that It could be like that, why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours'

I sang, belting the high pitch vocals.

"Not bad.." I said to myself and walked into the book store.

The little golden bell rang as I came inside, alerting the other people for my presence.
The aroma of old paper and old 'n new books filled my nostrils.