In Real Life Imagines

Here's My Dilemma (Drew and Chance Imagine)

I walk into the cafe with a little flowery sundress on, my hair tossed up in a messy bun from being at the beach all day. My best friends, Drew and Chance, follow after me quietly. We walk to a booth in the back by the windows and sit down, looking at the menus. I can feel the tension in the air; I could cut it with a knife. Here's the thing: they both admitted they have feelings for me. I know! Two cute guys just told me they like me! But, here's the other thing: I like them both. I know...it's quite the dilemma. Now, they're ignoring each other because they want me to choose who I want to be with. How do I choose between them? They're both super attractive (obviously), they both sing, they can both dance, they are both super nice-not just to me, but to everyone-and they both have hearts of gold. 

"What looks good to you?" I look between the two of them, biting my lip as I wait for a reply.

"I think the chocolate croissant sounds really good. If I get it with a cafe mocha...damn it'll be amazing," Chance answers me. I smile a bit and look over at him. He catches my eye and shoots me a quick wink, making my heart flutter.

"I want to get the marble cake with a white mocha cappucino. I think that'll be really good," Drew comments. I feel his eyes on me and I look over at him, giving him a small smile.

"I don't know what I want. It all sounds so good!" I whine, looking back down at the menu. I decide on the marble cake with a cafe mocha and after the waitress comes over to take our order, Drew stands up.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," he announces before he walks toward the entrance where the bathrooms are. 

Chance takes this opportunity to look at me. "I don't want you to feel pressured Peyton. Clearly, we both care about you and we both want to be with you, but I want you to do whatever makes you happiest, okay?"

I give him a small, reassuring smile. "Thank you Chance. That means a lot. I hate that you guys are not talking right now and I feel like it's my fault because I'm the one who can't make up her mind about who she wants to be with."

"Don't feel guilty. We sprung our feelings on you at the most inopportune time and it doesn't help that we are both your friends," Chance responds. 

I sigh and kiss his cheek softly. "I'll figure it out soon okay? I promise,"

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After we finish up at the cafe, Chance, Drew and I head back to the house. As we walk inside, they go their separate ways, leaving me to my thoughts. I groan slightly, running my hands over my face in frustration as I try to decide who would make me happy. 

"What's up buttercup?" Michael sits down beside me, sipping on a smoothie.

I peek through my fingers at him and raise an eyebrow. "You did not just call me that."

"I did, but I regret it." Michael chuckles, but I barely even smile. "Alright, spill it. What's going on?"

I sigh and lean back against the couch. "Drew and Chance both told me they have feelings for me while we were at the beach and now they won't talk until I decide who I want to be with because they both think they are better for me. On top of that, I have no idea what to do because I love them both," I ramble quickly.

"First off, breathe Peyton." I take a deep breath and Michael continues. "I know you are friends with both of them, but when you're upset who do you go to first?"

"Chance."

"Who do you go to when you're happy?"

"Drew."

"Who do you go to when you need advice?"

"Chance."

"Who do you go to when you want to get food?"