Multifandom Imagines/Preferences

Bestfriends Make Cliche Love Stories- Joey Trotta

Song: You That I Want- Divine (also known as Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland)
I sat on my bed, doing my homework, my tongue sticking out from my lips since I was concentrating.
8 to the 3 power equals 512. Alright, next question motherfucke-
Suddenly the door slammed open to F!/Ns and I's shared dorm.
Joey Trotta stood in the doorway, soaking wet since it had began raining earlier on.
Water dripped from the brunettes hair, although his clothes were soaked, the smile on his face was wide.
"Trotta what the fu-"
"I went outside to get inspiration for some art and I decided to come see my favorite girl."
"I'm like one of the only girls in a one mile radius, cause this is technically a boys boarding school... Why the hell would you just walk in the rain?" I reached for him, he was freezing.
"Joey! Your freezing!! You need to change right now!! Take off your clothes!" I screeched as I searched my drawers for one of his old t shirts and an old pair of jeans which I may have stolen from him, what do you expect? We're best friends, well I mean I have a MAJOR crush on him, but, that's besides the point.
"Oh eager to get me out of my clothes are we? I see." Joey smirked as he closed the door to my dorm and began to take off his wet clothes.
Luckily I was facing the opposite way, or he would know how red my checks were.
I turned, and had to keep my eyes trained on his to distract myself from his body.
I tossed the clothes at him.
He put them on, and glanced at em, then smirked.
I looked down at my attire, one of his old t shirts, short black shorts, knee high blue socks, and black converse.
"You steal my clothes." He smirked.
"Do you want them back? Cause I can give them all back, except for your old striped one, it brings back to many memories." I went to pull my shirt off, completely forgetting that Joey, was well, Joey.
"As much as I want to see that, keep them, you look cute in my clothes. You look better in them than I do." He smiled cockily.
I couldn't help the redness that frosted my cheeks.
"You're even cuter when you blush. Your just to adorable." He walked up to be and tapped my nose, "Boop." My cheeks turned redder.
He leaned down and his lips brushed mine, "I heard tongues are one of the strongest muscles in our body, wanna wrestle?"
"Did you seriously just use a pick up line?" I squeaked, flustered.
"Yup, and it seems it worked, guessing by how you sound like a cute little mouse." He leaned even closer, his lips so close.
If he hadn't made me so flustered, and I had more confidence, I would just lean up and kiss him, but I couldn't.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, biting his lip afterwards. (Consent is key kids 👌😂)
"Yes." I squeaked.
He smiled and leaned down, closing the space between our lips. My eyes fluttered shut, my eyelashes resting on my cheeks.
His arms wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck, pulling him closer.
The door opened again, and in stepped my brother, but Joey and I were too involved in the sharing of kisses.
Billy glanced up from the ground,
"WHAT THE FU- I SHIP IT!"