Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #17- Perfect (Robbie Kay)

Seconds ticked down on the clock. The audience watched the scene attentively, all of them timid like they were waiting for a bomb to go off. I sat diffident on the bleachers, my shoulders hunched and hands clasped together in anxiety. Little squeaks came from the players’ shoes as they ran up and down the court.

36…35…34… Every second counts. It was the District Championship; winner went to Regionals. Robbie was blocking an opponent, waving his arms frantically in the air like a lunatic to block his moves. His light, tousled brown hair was damp with sweat, his entire body gleamed with it.

24…23…22…This was it. The last quarter of the game. We were down 60-62. One more shot and we would go into overtime. Just one more shot and we might actually win this thing. Our high school is the underdogs, but we wanted, no needed, to prove them wrong.

14…13…12…With one swift movement, Robbie takes the basketball and dribbles it down the court, his long legs propelling him forward. He was a little over halfway down the court when he chucks the ball towards the hoop, aiming for a three-pointer. The clock buzzes to signal the end of the game right as the ball is in midair.

The basketball hits the backboard, swirling and swirling around the rim until it lands perfectly in the middle. I jump out of my seat screaming and applauding like crazy, along with the rest of the crowd. Robbie’s teammates attack him in a big, sweaty hug, the others on the bench joining them.

We did it. We won. 63-62. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I rush down the steps of the bleachers and onto the court. Robbie’s colleagues step aside so I can get to him like I was Moses and they were the Red Sea. I embrace Robbie in a gigantic hug, not even caring about the sweat that I was practically drowning in. Okay, maybe a little.

I break away from him, a huge smile on both of our faces.

“You did it!” I squeal, wanting to hug him again but giving myself a mental note not to.

“Thanks, Courtney. You’re so supportive.” He grins.

“As any good girlfriend should be!” I tease, playfully slapping him on the arm but rubbing my hand on my jeans because they got wet from sweat again. Robbie just laughs.

“Sorry about…this,” He says, motioning with his hands to his entire body, “Maybe after I take a shower and put on some clean clothes we can have a celebratory Starbucks?”

“You had me at ‘shower.’” I laugh.

“Starbucks on Charleston Street, eight o’clock.” Robbie says, smiling sheepishly at me.

I nod and wave as I climb back up the bleacher steps to my friends. I grab my bag from under the seats and roll up the poster I made.

“That. Was. So. Adorable!” Kylie screams, “You two totally win the ‘Couple of the Year Award.’”

“And when you guys hugged it was just like…ah!” Suzy sighs, making a heart with her hands and holding it up to her chest. That and her beanie made her look like a Tumblr girl.

“Yeah, he’s pretty sweet,” I say. Huge understatement. “We’re going to Starbucks later tonight so hurry up.”

They both giggle again, following me out the gym while making kiss faces behind my back. Gotta love them. I hop into the passenger seat of Kylie’s car, Suzy sitting in the back with Kylie at the wheel.

“Just drop me off first at my house so I can get ready quickly. I’m supposed to meet Robbie there.” I instruct.

She nods. We sit in silence listening to a One Direction CD the entire way to my house. Kylie was obsessed with them.

“You’re so lucky to have a British boyfriend,” She would always remind me. And I would never deny it.

Kylie pulled up into my driveway. I said a quick goodbye and get out of the car. I run up to my doorway and unlock the door with a successful ‘click’ of my key. I sprint up the stairs and into my room, not even bothering to say a simple ‘hi’ to my mom.

I race over to my vanity, frantically pulling out my makeup from one of my drawers. I quickly reapply some makeup and throw on a clean shirt that was more appropriate for an evening Starbucks with Robbie. I curl my hair and run back down the stairs.

“Mom!” I yell while trying to find my floral Keds, “I’m going to get some coffee with Robbie to celebrate him making the winning shot at the basketball game. I’ll be back before nine. Love you!”

I throw on a light jacket and hear my mom’s faint, “Okay! I love you too!” before slamming the door and running over to my car.

I hop in and start the engine, quickly pulling out of my driveway and get in route to Starbucks. Once I get there, I see Robbie standing by the entrance, clean I might add, with a purple three-quarter sleeved V-neck and khaki shorts on. He held both of our coffees in his hands already: White Chocolate Mocha for him and a Carmel Macchiato for me. He knows me so well.

“Thanks.” I say, taking it from him.

“You’re two minutes late.” He says, looking down at his wrist. I laugh because he didn’t even have a watch on.

“Sorry, mom.” I say. I try to muster a poker face but a faint giggle escapes my lips.

“Hey!” He chuckles.

I just shrug my shoulders in defense and take a sip from my coffee. The warm liquid goes down my throat, sending a comforting tingle down my spine.

“This is perfect.” I moan in between sips.

Robbie turns to me, his green eyes sparkling from the warm light pouring out of the coffee shop.

“No, Courtney, you’re perfect.” He says softly.

We move closer and closer, eyeing our lips temptingly, putting our drinks down on a nearby ledge in the process. Our lips meet, and it feels as if the world has stopped spinning just for us. What a perfect way to end a perfect night.

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