Big Time Rush Imagines

Don't Say Goodnight - James

James Imagine:

Don't Say Goodnight - Hot Chelle Rae

Your POV:

We've been here for most of the night. One final party before we graduate. I didn't want to come, but my best friend James kinda convinced me. So here I am sitting at the mini bar by the pool, with my red cup that was half empty. Everyone was either swimming, drunk dancing, just completely wasted, or hitting on girls.

"Why are you sitting here?" A voice said behind me.

"Well, I don't really like the fact that everyone at this party is drunk for starters." I said turning around in the stool.

"Come dance with me." James said with his hand stretched out.

I agreed, being dragging to the dance floor by my best friend.

"So I guess you aren't having any fun?" He asked as we swayed with the crowed.

I nodded.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, kissing my right temple. I smiled. We swayed to the beat in comfortable silence before James decided to speak.

"Do you ever think of us being more?" He whispered in my ear as the beat slowed down.

"I don't know, I've never really thought-" He didn't even give me enough time before he smashed our lips together. It lasted for a couple minutes before I pulled way.

"I-I have to go. Good nigh-" I stuttered.

"Don't say goodnight." James said pulling me back into a kiss.