blake richardson imagines

He asks you out

[like on a date :)~ y/b/f/n = your best friend's name]

It's break at school, and you are stood at your locker with your best friend when Blake walks past you both and slides something into y/b/f/n's blazer pocket with a small smirk on his face. Your heat sank slightly, you hoped that maybe he would have something for you, he was your friend after all. She spent a few seconds reading it before smiling and putting it back away. "What was that?" You enquire, curious as to why he hadn't given something to you. "None of your buisness," She replied, "You'll find out soon, y/n."

At lunch, y/b/f/n said that she had something to do in her English room and wanted you to come with her. So, she took you to the classroom, your mind still on what happened at the lockers with her and Blake. She pushed open the door and quickly slipped inside, grabbing whatever it was that she needed. What you didn't expect that to be, was Blake. "Go on then, ask her," Y/b/f/n pressured. You were confused at him stuttering in front of you. "Y/n, w-will you go out on a... a date with me?" He ask sheepishly. Your face relaxed into a small smile.

"Yes," you said, breathing out. "Y-r-right, I'll see you later... text you... um... bye!" He stammered in shock. You giggled at his goofiness before y/b/f/n slipped you a note and disappeared off to find her boyfriend.

'y/b/f/n,

how do I ask out y/n? Meet me in R11 @ lunch to help me?

Blake'

You read. Y/b/f/n obviously sped up the process a little and practically forced him into asking you.

Well, it worked.

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FIRST PUBLISHED: 25/10/17
LAST UPDATED: 04/05/19