The Wanted Imagines

Jay Imagine

Jay imagine: "Jay where are we going?" You ask as you stumble down the road in the dark. "We are going someplace I normally try to avoid" you look at him confused. "The meat market?" he laughs. "No the beach" he grabs your hand pulling you along. "It's 10 at night jay" you laugh. "Yeah, that's the best time to go. No ones there and you can't get sunburn. Plus the stand is nice and cool and the water is perfect temp" he listed. "You can write a novel on why going to the beach at night is better" you chuckle. "That's a good idea actually" you finally can feel the sand sinking into your flip flops. "Hold on" you pull jay back and slip your shoes off. You hold them as you run to catch up to jay. He throws a towel on the ground and you set your bag down. "You don't expect me to go in the water with my dress on right?" You laugh as you see jay pull his top off. "Um, yeah" he smirks. "Um no" you sit down in protest. "Are you seriously gonna be like this?" He stomps his foot like a child. "Like what?" You smile at him. "That's it" he scoops you up in his arms. "What are you doing?" You laugh. "Night swimming" he tells as he carries you along with him to the water. You feel the cool waves splash against you. "Jay" you yell as he drops you in the water. "You know I hate you sometimes" you say standing up to face him. He leans in and kisses you. "And would this be one of those times?" he asks slipping his arms around you and pulling you into his bare chest. "Definitely not" you set your hand on his shoulder and kiss him.