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Keaton Imagine~ He try's to change your mind~ Bella

"Y/n, What's wrong?"

"Nothing Keat."

"Bullshit, I know when something's wrong, just tell me."

"Just don't worry about it."

"I will. Tell me."

"Its hard to explain though..."

"Then come over."

"No."

"I'll keep annoying you y/n"

"Go ahead."

"Y/n"

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You sigh with annoyance as you feel your phone buzz for the 9th time.

"Holy shit, fine! I'll be over in a few."

"Kk :)"

You sigh, shove your phone in your pocket, and go out to your car. You drive for about 15 minutes until you get to Keaton's apartment building.

He runs out and greets you with a huge hug, then drags you to his room and sits you down on his couch next to him.

"Ok, tell me what's up." He says without an expression on his face.

"It's just Derek again...." You say then look down at your lap.

You hear Keaton sigh, "Y/n, how many times have I warned you about that dick?"

"I know...." You say softly, still looking down.

Keaton sighs again, then pulls you into his lap. "What did he do this time?"

"He's just...Sometimes he acts like I'm the only girl in his life, like he's so sweet and caring around me, and he acts like this whole relationship will last a life time, you know? Just amazing to me...But then I realize he's been treating all the other girls he hooks up with the same way, and turns into the huge asshole. I'm just another one of his booty calls, and he's just a huge player....I understand this completely, but I still can't get him out of my head, and I think I'm in love with him...." You drift off.

You feel Keaton's muscles tense up around you, and you look up at him.

"Y/n, you gotta stop being so stupid." He blurts out blankly.

"What?"

"I mean, everyone tells you he's no good and your still stupid enough to go running back to him." He said, not realizing how harsh that sounded.

 You give him a pissy face, about to argue. But as you think, your face relaxes and sadness over comes you knowing he's right.

"I'm sorry...." You say looking down at your lap.

Keaton leans forward and grabs your hand, surprising you a little. You look up and see that Keaton's face is actually only inches away from yours.

His hand leaves yours, and pushes the few strands of hair that are in front of your eyes behind your ear.

His hand then slides to the back of your neck and he gently lays you down on the couch, his face staying close to yours.

As he laid on top of you, his beautiful green eyes looked down into yours as he smiled.