Why Don't We Imagines

How You Meet (Corbyn)

You were at a park because you never have flown a kite in your life, and well, now just seemed like the perfect time.

You grab your light blue kite and begin to run, wondering how this process exactly worked.

Just as you think everything is working out well, you trip over a tree root but manage to catch yourself.

Sadly, you had let go of the string and your kite was now stuck in the tree you had tripped over.

Great, you think to yourself.

You try to jump to reach the string, but it was no use.

You glance at the trunk and realize what you had to do.

Okay, I look for a tutorial on how to become a squirrel, or I look like an idiot trying to become the next Spider-Man.

You push away your thoughts as you set one foot against the tree, but just as you raise your left leg, you slide off.

You try again, this time jumping and trying to hug the tree then pull yourself up, but sadly, you couldn't even hug the tree without going down instead of up.

After countless attempts, a boy with light blond-ish hair and stunning eyes comes up to you.

"Let's see if I can sloth this, I guess." he chuckles, beginning to hug the tree and slowly begins to move himself up.

After a few minutes, you see him grab the string of your kite and then make his way down.

After only being a few feet off the ground, he jumps down, not stumbling when he lands.

He walks away from the tree in attempt to get your kite out of the branches, and you follow him.

Finally, your kite is free and he hands you back the string.

"Thank you so much." you smile up at him, and he smiles back saying, "I always enjoy representing that factor of a sloth."

"I can represent the sleeping factors of a sloth." you shrug, although that was more in the past.

The boy laughs and nods.

"I proudly can, too."

"What's your name?" you ask the boy, enlightened by him.

"Corbyn. What's yours?"

"y/n. I'll make sure to mark today as the day a boy named Corbyn helped me get my kite from the tree." you tell him jokingly.

"Or I can give you my number and you can mark today as the day you probably just met the love of your life."

You're taken aback from his statement, but you chuckle.

"Yeah, there's just something about saving my day by getting my kite from the tree, right?" you ask, joyful from this encounter.

"Indeed." Corbyn agrees and takes out his phone.

You two exchange numbers and then realize that you have to get going since the sun was beginning to set, and you have to walk home.

"Bye, Corbyn." you tell him as you turn around to go back home.

"Bye, future wife." he replies, and you can't help but laugh and your smile stays on your face the whole walk home.