Joey Birlem Imagines

I would die

"Joey," I whine.

"Yes, Taylah?" he answers patiently.

"I need to talk to you," I say. Lately I've been needing to speak with my boyfriend, Joey, about everything. I need to know how he feels about me.

We were currently at his house, which is down the street from mine.

"Am I pretty?" I ask.

He inspects me. "No."

I frown for a split second but then regain myself. I know he's only joking.

"Do you want to be with me forever?" I ask.

"Nope," he says, looking down at his phone.

I frown more this time. I brush it off a little, but he still looked serious...

"Would you cry if I walked away?" I ask seriously.

He looks at me again and shakes his head. "No."

I had heard enough. Clearly he didn't want me. I stood up from sitting with him on the couch, then began walking to the front door.

A lump was building in my throat.

Three years, we've been together.

Three years.

Does that not mean anything to him??

I felt tears rush to my eyes, as a set of hands grabbed my shoulders from behind and spun me around. There, I faced Joey.

"Wait, stay!" he says. I glare at him as he continues to talk.

"You're not pretty. You're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever."

We lock eyes as he continues his sentence.

"And I wouldn't cry if you walked away... I would die."

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