IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ every waking second

( EVERY WAKING SECOND )
by urwarriorangel

"Reggie, come on, I really don't want to go," you groan and cross your arms over your chest, earning a raised brow from your life-long best friend.

"Come on, you came to the dance with me. What's so bad about a little after party?" His hands rest on your upper arms and his thumbs rub small circles into your shoulders.

"What's so bad is that you know Cheryl has it out for me! She's gonna say something or do something to embarrass me and I'm going to sit there, dumbfounded," you uncross your arms and sigh. "You know I'm right, Reg."

"Babe, looking the way you do in this dress of yours," he whistles and twirls you in front of him, earning a glare and a blush from you. "Looking the way you do tonight, no one and I mean no one will embarrass you."

"Right, except that's all you've done tonight," you tease, laughing and wrapping your arms around him. "You wouldn't even let poor Archie dance with me and he looked really sad."

"Sweetheart, if it was up to me, I wouldn't let Archie near you with a ten foot pole," he rolls his eyes and holds you close, mumbling under his breath about that boy's sex drive.

"Fine, Reggie. I guess I'll go with you to the party," you roll your eyes and pull away only to find him smiling widely at you. "But if I'm even remotely embarrassed, I'm leaving!"

"You act like I'm gonna let anyone embarrass you," he scoffs and you laugh, linking your arm with his as he leads you both out of the formal and to the Sigma house where Cheryl was waiting for the two of you.

"Let's play spin the bottle!" Cheryl smirks, excited to see how this will all play out while you roll your eyes at her in the corner.

"What are we, 13?" You scoff and she narrows her eyes at you.

"Just because your fairy godmother blessed you for the night, that does not give you the right to speak to me that way you filthy peasant. Now," she sighs peacefully and looks back to the group as you raise a brow at Reggie. "Let's begin."

Everyone gathers around in a circle around the living room, spilling off of sofas and resting on tables. You lean against Reggie and he kisses the top of your head, earning you a glare from Cheryl.

"Reggie, why don't you go first?" Cheryl smiles sweetly and as Reggie opens his mouth to argue, Cheryl pushes the bottle into his hand. "I insist."

"Okay," Reggie gives Cheryl a light smile and leans forward, spinning the bottle almost expertly.

"Seems like someone's done this a lot," you tease him and he nudges you, a smile on his face until he sees where the bottle stopped. You turn to see who it'd landed on... it landed on you.

"C'mon, Cheryl," Reggie groans, seeming more than just unhappy that the bottle had landed on you. Why was he acting like this?

"Aw, I'm sorry, Reginald, but the bottle has spoken," Cheryl smirks, almost knowing that Reggie won't be giving up anytime soon.

"I'm not getting into any closet with her, you know that," he clenches his jaw, seeming disgusted at the mere thought of being alone with you.

"It's either her or me, the host," Cheryl walks over to Reggie and places her manicured nails along his biceps. "Those are the rules."

"That's not even a question," he smirks at Cheryl, lifting her up and taking her into the closet as she blows you a kiss over his shoulder.

You were gonna be sick, and Archie must've seen it.