Skam Imagines/ Preferences

Study Buddy- Jonas Imagine

A/N: This imagine was requested by @ElizabethSearlee. I've made it so that it is personal to the requester, but other readers can simply sub in their names and physical attributes and it will pertain to them as well!

Today is the day you would be starting your new school in Oslo. You woke up extra early so you would have time to make yourself look nice and ensure that you had all the supplies you needed. It was imperative that you make a good first impression because you didn't even speak the same language as the rest of the students at Nissen. Your family had moved here from England after your mom got a promotion that couldn't be passed up.

You sat in front of your white, vintage vanity and brushed your ginger hair while thinking to yourself, "You can do this Elizabeth, there's no turning back now."

You picked out one of your favorite outfits to compliment your tall, yet curvy figure, and performed your usual makeup routine.

~~~

Upon arriving to school, you immediately started scanning the crowd of teenagers and became a bit nervous. Back in England you were extremely confident, but being thrown into this completely new place stripped some of that confidence away.

You couldn't understand any of the conversations you were hearing, which made you even more frantic.

"How could I have possibly thought that this was going to run smoothly?" you thought to yourself.

Your distressed state was evident through your facial expressions and body language, which caught the eye of a certain second year boy.

"Hey guys, I'll be right back," he tells the group of friends he's talking to.

He approaches you and begins speaking in Norwegian, not knowing any better.

"Er du ok?" he asks.

You and the rest of your family had gone through a crash course on the Norwegian language before you arrived, but because the move was on such short notice, it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Norwegian," you told him hesitantly.

"Well you're in luck, because I happen to speak English as well," he smiled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, "You have no idea how great it is to hear that."

"I'm Jonas by the way. My family is bilingual, so I grew up learning both," he told you.

"Nice to meet you, Jonas. I'm Elizabeth. So do you think you can help me find these classes?" you asked him, motioning to your schedule.

"Yeah, let's see what we can do here," he grinned.

~~~
A few months after your move to Oslo and meeting Jonas, you've been thriving. The two of you are best friends, and you fit right in with the rest of his crew. They all speak a bit of English, but with the help of Jonas, you can understand most of the conversations in their native language. Along with Nissen's Norwegian language class, Jonas has been tutoring you every day after school. Needless to say, the two of you have been spending a lot of time together. The more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to see him. Needless to say, you had fallen hard, but you had no idea how he felt. You decided to leave things alone between the two of you and see where it went.

~study session at your house Friday night~

"La oss gå til parken."

"Easy," you grinned, "that means let's go to the park."

"Right again!" Jonas smiled back at you.

The two of you were studying in your bedroom on Friday night. Currently, Jonas was lying beside you on your bed, both of you on your sides facing each other. You had your head propped up on your hand so you could look at him. The entire evening the two of you had been exchanging sarcastic remarks flirtatiously.

"I need a challenge, you're going too easy on me," you joked.

"Alright, alright," he agreed, "I've got something for you."

Jonas looked up at you through his curly locks and suddenly became serious.

"Kan jeg kysse deg?" he asked.

You couldn't believe your ears. You sat there stunned, just looking at him, trying to process what he had just asked you. After your moment of utter disbelief, your confidence rushed back.

"Ja," you murmured as your lips wavered inches from his.

The second that last syllable left your lips, Jonas crashed his onto yours.

Your lips moved in sync as you tangled your hands in his hair. Neither of you parted until you ran out of air.

Both of you sat in silence, looking into each other's eyes, lips just inches apart.

"Wow," you both breathed in unison.

A/N: I don't speak Norwegian, so I'm sorry if any of that is incorrect! I used Google Translate😂 Hope you love it Elizabeth!