IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ have you ever been in love?

( HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? PART 1. )
by liamrabnud

"Alright, class," The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention. "Hence today is Valentine's Day, I thought I'd give you all a short, small quiz!"

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

"It's not that kind of quiz." The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. "It's about love and even though it won't get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don't joke around."

The jocks were all sitting at the back of the class.

Reggie sat next to Moose in the very last seats on the middle row, so they were amongst the last ones to receive their quiz. Upon scanning over the questions, they all snickered.

"Isn't this too cheesy?" one of them asked, causing the others to laugh.

"There's no way I'm taking this crap seriously, what the hell?"

"It says we have five minutes to complete this. Teacher, do I get extra points if I solve this in five seconds?"

The jocks all fooled around. They all found love quizzes stupid, a thing girls took online or in teen magazines. No way they'd actually sit there and do it.

You grew tired of their constant snickers so you turned around with a glare. Reggie immediately noticed your stare and hit his friends, making them fall into silence. When he looked back at you, you had already turned around, back to your paper. You seemed to be writing so, out of curiosity, Reggie looked at the quiz too.

"Have you ever been in love?" read the heading written in large, cursive black letters.

Reggie's face went blank, all emotion draining from it. His friends were snickering, making jokes about the questions.

Reggie clicked his pen.

"Answer all questions. You have five minutes."

Right underneath the big question and the instructions was a questionnaire.

Mark your answer: YES [x] or NO [x]

1. You can still smell her/his shampoo on your pillow. YES [ ] NO [ ]

The question acted like a trigger because Reggie immediately found himself in this mental room of projected memories of you lying on his pillow.

He saw the first time you slept over at his house, when you borrowed one of his shirts and slept in it and it was cold and your legs were freezing and he could feel the sting in his legs when your skin brushed against his underneath the covers. And he remembered how he pulled you close and tangled your legs together, feeling his warmth embracing you.

He saw the countless other times you fell asleep in his bed, he saw your (h/c) hair sprawled on his white pillow when you fell with him on top of you, he saw the mornings when he woke up with you by his side.

And all he could smell was your herbal shampoo, the one you made him buy a couple of times. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

YES [X]

2. You can still taste her/his toothpaste in your mouth. YES [ ] NO [ ]

His fingers instinctively touched his lips. Upon becoming aware of the touch, he tried to hide the action by faking a yawn.

The flashbacks in his mind changed to countless snippets of your face inching closer to his and he could even feel your breath, your lips against his, your hands on the back of his neck or on the sides of his face.