Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences

"It's Not What It Looks Like!"

Daniel Seavey

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You were running all around the house trying to get your make up bag back from Jack. You were both arguing about why you put makeup on in the first place. You have to admit you didn't give him the very best reasons but, he got so frustrated with you that he took your bag from you and ran away. But he was carrying at least one thousand dollars in that bag, you sure as hell weren't gonna let him get away with it.

"Why are they running away from each other this time?" Jonah asked, looking over to Corbyn who just shrugged his shoulders.

"Jack, give me back my face!" You shrieked following him outside, past the two boys.

"What?" Jonah looked at Corbyn with an odd expression. Daniel walked down the stairs, looking around the room.

"Where's Y/n?" Daniel asked the boys, they pointed outside where you and Jack had run off to. You had tackled him to the ground and now was fighting for the bag filled with your make up. You were straddling Jack, pinning his hands under your knees, his back on the ground when Daniel had walked out to see you reaching for your makeup bag our of his hand. You and Jack both froze when you heard Daniel clear his throat.

"Ahem."

"Babe, it's not what it looks like, I swear!" You raised your hands in surrender, makeup bag in one hand.

"I see my girlfriend, sitting on my best friend, on the ground." He spoke, not meaning to make you flinch.

"I stole her makeup bag." Jack groaned from under you, your knees were beginning to cut off circulation to his fingers. Jonah and Corbyn walked out, gasping at the scene.

"Damn, is a threesome about to happen?" Corbyn joked, earning the death glare from Daniel. immediately shutting him up.

"I'm just gonna go inside." Corbyn excused himself and went back inside. You got up and off of Jack, walking straight to Daniel.

"Babe, I swear on my mothers grave, we weren't doing anything sexual. I was simply fighting him for my makeup bag." You explained, hoping he would believe you. He looked you dead in the eye, trying to see if there was any part of you where you would seem unsure. He sighed, pulling you in for a hug.

"I believe you." He sighed, kissing your cheek, before looking over to Jack, who was now standing examining his hands.

"Don't touch her makeup, bro." He warned the noodle head kid. He looked fake shocked.

"I asked her why she needed the makeup, she didn't give me a reasonable explaination!" Jack shouted.

"So you take her makeup, that is probably worth more than Corbyns shoe's all combined!" Daniel said, making Corbyn's head pop outside.

"That may be true."

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Gonna give you some short ones. I feel like I write a lot of long ones

9/13/2017