Ansel Elgort Imagine

Part 2

I wasn't sure what to do. I was sitting on the heated bathroom floor thinking about what just happened. How do I react? What do I tell him? Do I leave him? I wasn't exactly crying but I wasn't happy either. It was mixed. I was deep in my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door, which by the way scared the crap out if me. "Y/n?" Ansel's voice gently spoke from the other side of the door. "Y/n, please don't hate me" I couldn't help smirk a little, imagining what his face looked like. Kinda lost and faded, but hopeful at the same time. "I didn't mean to yell at you. It's not your fault. A-and I saw your drawing at the kitchen table, so I guess you did do something today" He tried to fake a chuckle. I silently got up and opened the door. "I don't hate you, idiot. Why do you think I was trying to help you in the first place?" I cupped one of his strangely big hands and kissed it. "Friends?" I asked. "Bestfriends" He smiled. //The end//