Younower Imagines

21 | Brandon Rowland

The setting sun illuminated the sky with red and yellow as the few remaining rays of sunlight danced on the water.

It was an Instagram worthy picture moment. Neither of us were talking, the only sound for miles was the crashing of the waves against the shore, and it was perfect.

The silence was nice; after months of screaming fans and loud venues, any moment of silence was appreciated.

We didn't need to speak to enjoy each other's company. We don't need to do things to have fun, being with each other is all that matters. Not like we hadn't been together for the past 6 months.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Brandon asks, breaking the silence between you two.

"How could I forget, it was a day I cannot forget" You teased.

"They say first impressions are what people remember most."

"If that's the case then I should probably hate you." You chuckle.

"What? Why would you possibly hate me?" He says, sitting up.

"Brandon, you hit me in the head several times, and spilled coffee on me."

"Oh yeah," He grins, running his hand through his soft hair, "Whoops."

The hot sand burned my feet, making me regret the decision of leaving my shoes in the car.

My burning toes practically screamed for the beautiful, cool water in front of me. I pick up my pace. The waves gently lapped onto the shore, cooling my sand burnt feet.

I buried my feet into the damp sand, enjoying the feeling. I loved the beach; the sand, water, sun, it was a sign of summer and I loved it.

My parents decided to take a spontaneous trip to Arizona, so here we are, underneath the fiery wrath of the Arizonian sun. "Y/n, come help us set up!" My mother screeched.

I shake the sand off of my legs and stand up, heading over to my parents. That is when I saw him, a beautiful brunette boy. He had a beautiful smile with dimples the size of craters on the moon, his smile was contagious. I could feel my lips twitching just by looking at him all smiley and giggly, his smile was that lovely.

He got me in a daze, thus I didn't notice the flying volleyball heading towards my head until well, it collided with my face.
"I'm sorry!" the culprit says, jogging up to get the ball. You shake them off, letting them know its okay. The culprit walks back to dimple boy and his family, great.

Not only are your parents staring at you, but cute dimple boy as well. Way to make a first impression Y/N. Now he's going to think you were some klutz, which you are, but he doesn't need to know that.

"Are you okay, honey?" Your mother asks, reaching out towards you.

"I'm fine, mom."

"Are you sure? Why don't you put an ice pack on, just in case."

"I promise you that I'm fine."

After reassuring your mother that you didn't have a concussion, you were allowed to go back into the water. You waded into the deep blue, staring at the sky as you floated.

It was nice and peaceful, until someone decided to shower you with water. "What the hell?"
You look up to see who just splashed you with water only to make eye contact with dimple boy, who was standing in front you, looking rather embarrassed.