Johnny Orlando Imagines

+ janitor's closet

r e a d e r

I looked around carefully.

I scanned everyone carefully. No hint of anyone glancing at me.

These seven days at school, excluding the weekend, have been mysterious.

I don't know what to call it.

Mysterious, horrible, miserable, somewhat nice, etc.

Something weird has been happening.
Not with everyone, but with me.

Whenever I'm alone in the hallway or any part of the school, I'm pulled aside.

I'm dragged.

A pair of hands, soft and of nice smell, cover my eyes and my mouth.

My screaming is unheard.

No amount of fidgeting can stop the mystery man from taking me.

A pair of soft lips touch mine, hands run through my hair soothingly,sometimes roughly, my palms fit perfectly in someone else's.

And after what seems like a minute,a crack is heard and it's only me.

Alone,in the Janitor's closet.

No voice is heard during the 'kiss.'

Although I'm dying to hear it and to know the personality.  

His scent.

It's a fragrance I've become fond of.

Is it possible to like someone like that? Without knowing who it is?

I guess yes.

The smooth and soothing touches say it all, the comforting touch.

I've become addicted.

To I don't know who.

I was still lost in my thoughts when I felt the same pair of palms on my eyes then on my mouth.

But this time, I did not move or fidget.
I walked, instead of being dragged.

I was going to find out who it is.

I heard the closing of the closet.

The same pair of lips, the same touch. Everything was so fascinating about him.

"Who are you?", I asked.

The first attempt of speaking made by me.

He broke the kiss. Maybe, he was surprised because of my actions.

"Your admirer.", he answered.

His voice.

Oh, his voice.

"Who?", I asked again. I shivered as his hand held mine. I could feel his breath on my face.

"Johnny.",he said. "Johnny Orlando."

And the door to the closet opened.

No, I wasn't alone this time.

Beautiful green eyes stared at me. I took in his features.

He was, beautiful. If you can call him that.

Handsome? Yes.

Cute? Of course.

Breathtaking? Definitely.

His lips landed on mine again, the door closed again.

I kissed back, for the first time.

"You have no idea of how much waiting I've done to see you, know you.", I said.

"You have no idea how much I've waited for that.", he replied.

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