13 Reasons Why Imagines

Alex (2)

                   The bleach blonde boy with a septum piercing was standing in your doorway, examining your room with a lifted eyebrow. Your room probably looked nothing like his. You had colorful music albums pinned on water color designed walls. You had a bright, tie-dye tapestry and fairy lights in random places. Your furniture was all white, but blue hair dye was always stuck to it and art spills were showing. Your hands suddenly got clammy thinking about his room.

"Well are you gonna sit there and judge my room, or are you gonna walk in?" I asked sarcastically. He shrugged and walked in. Of course, my teacher from hell gave me Alex Standall as a project partner.

                He automatically started looking closer at everything in my room. I wanted to snipe him from my bed and watch the blood drain from his pale skin. I felt...exposed when he walked through my room.

"Nice sticky note," He stated.

             My face automatically flushed at the giant sticky note hanging on my wall. I had completely forgot about the six foot sticky note that had a list of cheesy pick up lines written in crazy fonts.

"But I think I have better," He said, smirking.

"Oh yeah," I cocked an eyebrow in his direction.

"Is your body from McDonald's, cause I'm lovin it?" He asked, looking me up and down. I start to laugh, then immediately straighten my face.

"Can I tie your shoes, cause I can't have you fall for anyone else, "I replied, turning to look at him closer.

"You can call me Nemo cause I'm not afraid to touch the butt," He stated snarky. I laughed ridiculously then he laughed at my laugh. We were laughing heap before I said:

"Call me Marlin, cause I've been looking for you my whole life."

"Smooth," He proclaimed, while thinking.  "Hi hoe, hi hoe, off to my place we go," He chimes and I'm left trying not to laugh. He sure was good at this.

"I may be Sulley, but I could be your boo," I replied quickly. I realized he was standing in front of my bed now. When did he get there? Last time I checked he was by my desk?

"Are you Ariel, cause we were mermaid for each other?" Now he had one hand on either side of me and I could feel his breath on, mine. Our noses were almost touching and I could feel the blood rush to my face.

"Your hands look a little heavy, can I hold them for you?" I mumbled, placing my hands on top of his. His were surprisingly warm compared to the weather. He sat there for a minute, looking from me to my hands, almost thinking what he should do next.

"God I want to kiss you," He mumbled.

                  Suddenly, I closed the gap in between us. I felt his warm lips on mine, and they kissed back almost immediately, like he had been ready for it (even though I knew I wasn't). He smelt like mint. I wrapped my hands around his neck, when suddenly he broke away.

"I thought you were holding my hands for me?" He questioned smirking.

"Oh, my bad," I mumbled, pressing my hands back on top of his and he nodded sheepishly. Then, I kissed him again.

I was never taking that sticky note down. Never!