Emblem3 (Imagines and One Shots)

Imagine: You're the Girl Next Door

Drew: As you struggle to pick up the last box from your car, a guy with messy dirty blonde hair catches your attention. His blue eyes bored into yours, his smile very radiant. But right now, the last thing you needed was a guy to distract you. "You need help?" He says, as you try to pull the box from the trunk. "No, I'm fine. I got it." You deny his help. He stifles a laugh. "Alright if you say so." He said in a sarcastic tone. You see him walk away, only to sit on his doorstep, going back to watching as you struggle as you attempt to pick up the box, failing yet again. You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand in frustration and heave a sigh. He was only gonna help you move the box to the house, not take your virginity. You thought about it and figured you were over reacting. You turn your head to him and throw him a sympathetic smile. As he makes his way back over to you, he laughs. "Thought so." He said as he effortlessly pulled the box right up. You shut the trunk and follow him through your front door. A he sets the box on the floor, you take notice in his movements. He had a toned, fit beach body. His muscles flexed and contracts with each movement. He begins to speak, bring you back from daydreaming. "I'm sorry, I should've asked what's your name? I'm Drew by the way." He smiles as he holds out a hand. "Y/N. Thank you for the help Drew I appreciate it." You took his hand and shook it firmly. "Well, I don't want to be a bother so I'll leave you to unpacking." He says as he walks back to the door. You stand in the doorway as you watch him walk down the front doorstep. "I'll see your around?" He says as he slowly walks backward down the path of your yard. You nod and smile before shutting the door. 

Wesley: You flip through the pages of your book when suddenly you hear loud music coming from next door. At first you didn't mind it, but soon it pulled you from concentration and you couldn't take it anymore. You leave through the front door and walk next door. You hear the noise getting louder and louder as you near the garage. You step in front of it when the boys eventually stop mid song and turns their heads to you. A whistle sounds as you cross your arms. A tall guy holding a saxophone places it down on a stand and makes his way to a laptop set on a counter near some equipment. The one on the drums had shaggy brown hair and a cheeky smile as he turned to stare at another guy. He did a drum roll, attempting to be funny, but you didn't laugh. However, a laugh fell from one guy. He had spiky, dirty blonde hair, and held a ukelele. "You need something babe?" He said, strumming softy on the ukelele. "Hi I'm Keaton. That's Drew, Kyle, and Kenny." The kid with curly hair, kept in a beanie, said. "Hi, I'm Y/N. I just moved in next door." You say with a smile on your face. "We were too loud huh. Sorry about that. We were having a band session." "Yeah, I was trying to read. But it's alright." Once you start talking to all the guys, they seemed to be pretty chill and guys. The sound of a screen door shutting catches your attention. You turn to see a guy with brown hair and a snapback, sipping from a Coke can. He made his way back to the rest of the guys. "This is Wesley, my brother. Wes this is Y/N. She just moved in next door." Keaton said as fiddled with the tuner of his guitar." You study Wesley as he passes by. He wore a tribal printed tank that complimented his toned, tan arms. His khaki colored jeans hugged his legs and his skate shoes were white. He smiled as your eyes trailed up and down his body before meeting his. You begin to get a bit nervous as you stand there. "Well, I'll let you guys get back to practicing." You wave a goodbye, noticing that Drew saw that exchange of looks between you and Wesley." They all wave before you head back to your house. When you get to your doorstep, a voice calls out your name. "Hey." His low voice says as he makes his way towards you. You smile at him as his eyes come into contact with yours. There was something about the way his hazel eyes looked into yours that told you he wouldn't be leaving just yet. He steps toward you until your back hit the door. His hands were on either side of your head, kind of trapping you. He leaned into you, wrapping in arm around your waist. Your front was pressing into his chest as he held you to him. You look away, but find it hard to. "I can feel your heart beating..." He said quietly. His hand slips down your back and slips into your back pocket. He takes your phone, dialing in his number and saving it before slipping it back into its previous place. His slow and fluid movements leave you breathless as nothing that intimate has ever happened to you. He winks as he backs away, and walks back to their home.

Keaton: You sat on the swing bench on your porch, enjoying the weather. "Hi, I'm Keaton." You look up from your phone. "Hi. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You say. He stands there shyly as you smile up at him.  "You shouldn't be shy if you came all this way to say hi you know." You giggle at his nervous actions. He sweeps his hair to the side in attempts to keep it away from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I just really wanted to say hi. You know before my brother or my friend does it." He says rubbing his head in embarrassment. "Calling dibs, huh?" You say, realizing your words cause his cheeks to turn pink. "It's a good thing your cute, otherwise I would have totally ignored you." You giggle as he is still in slight embarrassment. He recovers and replies with "I think you're cute." You invite him to sit down with you. Eventually his nerves fly away and he warms up to you. As you talk endlessly about random thing, life, family, friends, it was sad to say, but you really had to go. You told him, and before you to bid farewell, he turns around, catching your attention. "Would you, like, wanna go to see a movie together or something? Tomorrow night?" He asks, anxiously waiting. "I'd love that." You accept his invitation smile before turning around for the door. before you walk in your heard him. "Yes!" He leaped happily as he ran back to his yard.

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