why don't we preferences

How you met

Daniel:

You were walking down the sidewalk on your way to the store to buy some things. You had recently just moved into your new apartment that you had just bought. It was a nice day out so you decided to walk. You put in your earbuds and listened to music.

You walked into the store, walking up and down the aisles grabbing the things that you needed. You walked down an aisle and saw a sample stand. Excitedly you walked over and grabbed a sample off the stand. You felt some eyes on you as you took a bite out of the piece of food you had just grabbed. You looked over to see a boy around you age looking at you. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that you had seen but as soon as you looked at him he turned his head and walked away. You shrugged it off, before making your way to the registers to pay for your items.

When you returned home you put away the few things you got before going outside. You needed a break from unpacking. You grabbed your back and went to go sit in your lawn chair that was out back. You were just a few pages into your book when a football flew over your fence. You put your book down and walked over to pick the football up. You walked over to the fence and peered over only to be met with the same pair of eyes you had seen at the store. You gave him a warm smile.

"I think this may be yours," you said and tossed the football back to him. "I'm y/n by the way."

"I'm Daniel," he said and awkwardly stuck his hand over the fence for you to shake. You took it and shook it.

"Well I should let you get back to your training because your aim sucks," you joke which causes him to laugh.

"You're not wrong about that. See you around y/n."

Jonah:

It was a slow day at the small coffee shop that you worked at so when the familiar sound of the door opening caused you to look up and see who was coming in. You saw five boys walk in, four of them walking to a table in the corner as the tallest one walked over to the register.

"What can I get started for you?" You asked the boy as he walked up to you.

"Yeah can I have five lattes please?" He orders and gives you a smile. "And maybe your number," he says half joking and half being serious.

"I'll for sure have your drinks out in a moment. My number is questionable," you responded trying to stay calm, even though inside you were exploding. Never had you been asked for your number, let alone by a hot guy.

"Jonah," you called his name as you finished the drinks.

"Thank you y/n" he says as he grabs the drink. You were confused as to how he knew your name but then you remembered you were wearing a name tag. You broke out of your thoughts to see him turn to walk away.

"Oh shoot. I forgot to give you something," you said nonchalantly. He turned around confused until he saw you grab a napkin and a pen. You quickly wrote down your number before handing him the napkin.

"I'll be expecting a call or text. yeah?" You winked and walked back to the register where a customer waited.

Jack:

You were out partying with your friends since it was one of their birthdays. Well it was actually more like they were partying while you watched from the sidelines. You didn't drink, which left you to be the designated driver and to look out for your friends.

You were sitting at the bar with a glass of water in front of you. You were observing all the sweaty bodies that were out on the dance floor. You didn't understand how it was fun to people to be intoxicated and surrounded by all those people. You were broke out of your thoughts when a boy with curly hair sat down next to you.

"Not much of a partier either?" He asked.

You shook your head. "Nope. I don't find it fun being drunk and not being able to remember what happened the next day," you responded.

"Well how about we ditch this place and go get some food or something?" He asked. You quickly looked back to the dance floor, spotting your friends all dancing together.

"I have friends I need to take home," you said.

"We are only going to get some food. I'm not kidnapping you. I promise," you thought about it for a moment and glanced at your friends one last time.

"Let's go before I change my mind," you stand up and grab his hand. You glance at him to see a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Food?" He asks once your outside.

"Food."

Zach:

You worked in a record shop in LA. Today was a pretty quiet day so you were organizing and putting out new vinyls. As you organized the store, you sang and danced slightly to the music that played through the speakers. You were so into the song that was playing that you hadn't realized that someone had walked in. You heard a small laugh come from behind you, causing you to stop and turn around quickly. You blushed and apologized quickly to the good looking guy that stood in the door way.

"Oh no I'm the one that should be sorry. I didn't mean to offend you," he said as you made your way to the counter. He glanced at your name tag as he walked closer to where you stood. "But y/n, I think you have some great dance moves and a nice voice."

"It's okay and thank," you blushed and even darker shade. "Can I help you find anything?" You asked awkwardly.

"Do you have a Jon Bellion vinyl?" He asked. You nodded and pointed to where it would be. He gave you a smile before he walked off to where you had just showed him.

It wasn't long before he was back up to the counter with the jon bellion vinyl that he had been looking for.

"I've never really heard any of his music. Is it good?" You asked as he handed you the money for his purchase.

"Maybe you can come listen to this vinyl with me sometime y/n," he grinned. "And by the way. I'm Zach."

"Maybe I will have to," you whisper as you watch him walk out of the store.

Corbyn:

"Hi. Can I have five tickets to see baby driver please?"

You look up from the counter and looked up to the customer to see a cute boy standing there. You gave him and nervous smile and nodded, printing out the tickets. You handed him the tickets and told him where the movie was playing.

"Would you like anything else?" You asked him.

"Uhh yeah. Could I get a large popcorn, five sodas, and your name please?" Your cheeks grew warm as you got the popcorn and the drinks.

"I'm y/n," you responded as you placed his items on the counter.

"Well y/n thank you," he said, "Oh and by the way I'm Corbyn," he added quickly.

"It is my job to help customers like you Corbyn."

"I should get back to my buddies so we can go watch the movie. I'll see you around," he smiled before turning around and walking over to four other boys.