13 reasons why imagines

30-Montgomery de la Cruz[God I love you]

English class, easily my least favorite class. Sitting there learning about how to dissect poetry and the flow of stanzas isn't at all for me. The only good thing? The fact that my boyfriend, Montgomery, was stuck in the class with me. Actually, thanks to this class, it's the reason we're dating in the first place. I turn my focus from the discussion the class was having to outside the window, resting my head on my hand.

I was standing at my locker, putting my books away and into my bag at the end of the day. "Common y/n! Give me a chance please!" Montgomery pleads, running up besides me.
"I don't know Monty...." I say, putting the rest of my books I needed for the weekend into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
"Just one date. One singular date. And if you hate it, and hate me afterwords, I promise I'll leave you alone!" Monty begs, running a nervous hand through his hair. I sigh and nod my head once, looking at a now hopefully Montgomery.
"Fine. Fine! One date Monty, that's it." I say, giving in. Montgomery, now smiling like a fool, grabs one of my hands and kisses it.
"I promise you won't regret it!" He says, dropping my hand and running backwards down the hall, waving me goodbye. I laugh and shake my head, leaving the school with a smile on my face.
"Babe?" I hear out of no where. I look around to see who said it, when suddenly a figure appears in front of me, shaking my shoulders.

"Babe!" Monty screams in my face, shaking my shoulders, snapping me back into reality. The class is now exiting the room, meaning almost 20 minutes has passed since I last zoned into reality. Monty raises a hand to my hair, pushing a stand out of my face. "You zoned out for like half of the class y/n!" Monty laughs, helping me gather my things.
"Helps the time go by." I reply, walking out of the class with him, hand in hand, to my locker. As I'm turning the lock to enter my combo, Monty leans against the locker next to mine, the same way he did when he first asked me out.
"So while you were zoned out, Mr. Zene assigned us a partner essay. Whatta say we do it on, partner?" Monty asks, closing my locker for me and walks me to my next class. Of course I already assumed we would be partners as soon as I heard the words "partner essay". Monty was always my first choice when it came to partner work, especially considering it gave us an extra excuse to hang out.
"Good question. How about you come over this afternoon after practice and we can figure it out?" I ask him upon reaching my next class. Monty smiles, nodding his head and leans down to peck me on the lips.
"I think that sounds great. Ill catch you later babe!" He says smiling, leaving me to my class and him to his.

I hear the doorbell ring as I'm sitting in my kitchen, eating an apple. I jump down from the stool I was on and run to the front door, opening it to my boyfriend.
"Hey there partner." I say, inviting him in, kissing him on the lips. His hair was still damp, indicating that he recently got out of the shower. He also smelt very strongly of clean clothes and vanilla, a scent you wouldn't think Monty would like, but he loves; as do I.
"Hey baby, you ready to get started?" He asks, walking over to the living room, sitting down on the couch. I nod my head, sitting down next to him, grabbing my computer from the coffee table in front of us and getting to work.

After about 30 minutes of working, Monty decided to play some music. Just something to lighten the mood, getting us happy. About 15 minutes after he started playing the music, Monty said he needed to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone. As soon as I head the bathroom door close, my favorite song, Y/F/S, started to play. I gasp as I jump up out of my seat on the couch and begin to lip sync and dance... horridly.
Now there's no lie when saying I have two left feet when I dance. I have absolutely no flow whatsoever. However, I do love to dance, no matter how bad I am at it, and when I do dance, I get into it. I didn't even hear the bathroom door open or Monty walk up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I stop embarrassing myself with my dance moves. Jumping, I turn my head to see a smiling Monty, swaying me back and fourth.
"You like my dance moves?" I ask him sarcastically, turning around to face him.
"Oh absolutely. You know, I really think you should go on Dancing with the Stars!" Montgomery says, returning the sarcasm.
"Please, they couldn't handle this!" I say, motioning up and down my body with my hands before clasping them behind his neck one more. Monty throws his head back and laughs.
"God, I love you" Monty proclaims, causing me to stop swaying with him and look him in the eye. His face drops, a worried look forming over his face.
"You... what?" I ask, a small smiling forming on my face. Courage formed on Monty's face as he gave me a smirk, inching his lips closer to mine.
"Y/N Y/L/N, I love you." Montgomery says, looking me in the eyes. I smile, our lips inches apart.
"I love you too, Montgomery De La Cruz" I practically whisper, closing the small space remaining between our lips. Our lips move in sync, both of us smiling that we no longer have to hold in those these special words for once another. And God, did it feel good.