This book has imagines about Norman Reedus and his characters.
I take requests. I will wright any kind of story you would like.
I also do smut. So be prepared there will be smut in this book.
I hope you enjoy!!
***So I wrote this imagine a while back and just never posted it. This story is young Norman. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think***
"Shit" I yelled as the water started to boil over, burning my hand in the process. Jeremy, my brother runs in panicked. He grabs the pot from my hand and sets in on a cold burner on the stove.
"This is exactly why you don't cook Marie." He galres at me. "If I didn't make it we wouldn't be eating anything tonight." I yell and walk to the living room sitting on the couch. "Asshole" I grumble under my breath.
"Norman is coming over for dinner." Jeremy yells. I instantly get a huge smile on my face. Norman was Jeremy's best friend since 7th grade, when he moved here with his mom after his parents got divorced. The first time I saw Norman I knew I would always have a special place in my heart for him. I've always had the biggest crush on him ever since I was 10 and six years later it still hasn't gone away. Jeremy knows I have a crush on Norman. He kind of figured it out when I kept looking at him all the time and getting nervous when ever he came over and my face would get red whenever he looked or spoke to me. I'm pretty sure Norman knew by now that I had a crush on him. But I'm just a little kid to him. He's 18 and i'm still a 16 year old little girl. I always will be and it sucked.
I stood from the couch and ran to my room to get changed so I atleast looked decent for when Norman got here. I tured my radio up as loud as it would go not carrying if Jeremy heard it or not. We were the only ones home like always. My dad was at work or the bar and wouldn't be home untill 11 or 12. My mom... My mom passed away about a year ago in a car accident.
We were on our way from my dads friends house after being invited over to have dinner with his family. Jeremy didn't go because he was sick so it was my parents and I. My dad had a few drinks but to me he didn't seem drunk. Anyway we ended up getting t-boned and my mom died on impacted. I get a few broken ribs but nothing to bad and my dad just had stitches on his right arm. I didn't find out about my mom until I was in the hospital for 2 days. I guess i wasn't stable enough yet. Norman had to tell me about my mom, I remeber the look on his face I could tell he felt so horrible for having to tell me but he wouldn't let the nurses do it. Norman stayed by my side the entire time I was in that hospital, never once leaving my side. My dad was off doing god knows what. He claims he was grieving but he needed to be their for me but he wasn't and that changed everything. Now my dad rarely comes home, he drinks all the time and yells and screams at us. I just want my mom back, to make everything better.
I wipe away the stray tears that slipped from my eyes and get dressed in a short Black and pink skirt. I haven't worn this in forever and now I remember why. It only goes just below my butt, it's perfect for tonight. I throw on a black tank top to go with it. I turn off my music and head to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.
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I decide to leave my hair natural and not starighten it like i normaly would. My hair is naturally wavy and is a big pain in the ass but Norman loves my hair. I add mascara and light pink sparkly lip gloss.
