5sos Preferences And Imagines

#18.2 Stressful School Days (Luke)

You were partnered up with a nerdy boy named Luke Hemmings, and he was awkward, anxious, and scary smart. You were praying he knew what he was doing because you had no idea what this project needed to look like.

"Luke? Do you want something to eat? I feel bad about you do this whole project by yourself," you sighed. You wanted to do something, but you didn't want to ruin the project or his concentration.

"Oh, uh, you don't have to," he stuttered, pushing his glasses up his nose and running his fingers through his messed up hair.

"Well, I want to help you with something, but I don't want to ruin what you're doing."

"D-Don't worry about it," he smiled, "but you don't need to make me anything."

"Hun, just tell me something you'd like to eat. I can make you some of my famous chocolate chip cookies? They don't take too long."

"Uhm, yes, please. Thank you," Luke blushed, nodding and pushing his glasses up his nose again.

You smiled at him, and you headed downstairs to begin making your cookies. It was silent in your house, and it gave you time to think. Luke is cute, you thought to yourself. He's tall, too. He could probably play basketball if he was good at sports. You put the cookies in the oven, setting the timer for twenty-two minutes, since you made them a bit bigger than usual.

You headed back up the stairs, and you found Luke still working on the project. "They should be done in about twenty minutes," you told him. He nodded in reply, and he kept working. He paused about fifteen minutes later.

"I-I saw some of your artwork hanging on your wall over there," he started quietly. "You're really good, but I can't draw. Can you draw something for this, uh, project?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. What do you want me to draw?" I asked, sitting beside him, our knees touching a little.

"Uuhh," he tensed up as I sat down. "C-could you draw a couple like that one?" He asked, pointing to a picture I drew of a couple smiling together.

"Oh, sure. It might take a while, but it'll probably be done by tomorrow afternoon. Can you come back tomorrow at about three to pick it up?" You asked him.

"Oh, uh, sure." He started to get up, but you touched his arm.

"Hey, you can stay for a while. I wasn't trying to kick you out. Besides, the cookies aren't quite done, yet," you smiled at him.

"Uh, okay. How long do you want me to stay?"

"Until you want to leave, but at least stay until the cookies cool off enough for you to take home with you," I nodded, standing up to take my drawing off the wall for reference. "Say, what do you need me to draw this for?"

"Uh, erm, it's a metaphor," he stuttered. I sat down beside him, and I placed the drawing next to the poster board.

"Do you have a pencil I can borrow until I'm done?" You asked, but before he could reply, the oven beeped from downstairs. "Excuse me," you started, heading down the stairs to take the cookies out of the oven. You took them out, satisfied with how perfect they ended up. You put them on a paper plate a couple minutes later, but you didn't wrap them yet because they were still too hot. You put a couple on a plate and took them upstairs.

"Thank you," Luke smiled as you handed them to him.

"No problem," you replied, smiling back before getting to work on the drawing.

The next day, you finished the drawing with two hours to spare, but you decided to add shading to the surprisingly near perfect portrait of a boy and girl resembling you and Luke for lack of better inspiration. You finished the last portion of the drawing as the doorbell sounded.

You jumped up, stretching your legs, and you opened the door to reveal the bashful nerd with his fringe neater than you last saw it. He was wearing his typical black skinny jeans, and he had on a black hoodie and a grey beanie. He greeted you with a shy, dimpled smile, and you invited him in, closing the door behind him.

"How were the cookies?" You asked him as you headed up the stairs behind him.

"Well, my brothers ate most of them as soon as I walked into the house, and my parents only left two for me. The ones I got to eat were really good, though."

"Okay, good, I thought they looked pretty good."

You entered the room, and Luke froze when he saw the picture you drew. "Sorry it's of me and you, but I couldn't come up with any other people," you apologized.

"It's perfect. I just have to add something else to it, and it'll be done."

"Okay, I'll be downstairs. Call me when you're finished," you told him, walking down the stairs.

Five minutes later, Luke called you upstairs, and you found him holding the poster with the back facing you and a deep blush in his cheeks. "How'd it go?" You asked.

He turned it to face you, hiding behind it, and you smiled widely when you read what he had written neatly in cursive on top of the page.

(Y/N) I really like you. Can we be like this couple in the picture: happy, and together?

You held back your giggles, and you snuck up to Luke, quickly sliding between the poster and his body, hugging him closely. He jumped before he hugged you back, holding your head in his chest. "Yes, Luke, I'll be your girlfriend."

"Are you okay with a kiss?" He asked quietly, touching his nose to the top of your head. Instead of replying, you rested your hand on the back of his neck, and you kissed him softly, sighing as he kissed you back.