Hunter Hayes Imagines

Counting Stars

"But there are mosquitos!" I whined as Hunter packet his picnic basket with food like the manly man he was.

"Oh come on it'll be fun!"

"But Hunnnttteeerrrrr!!! I don't wanna get bit!"

"Way ahead of you." he held up a can of bug spray. I crinkled my nose.

"I'm not spraying my body with sticky chemicals." he shrugged.

"Fine. Get malaria." he grabbed the handle and ran out the door. I chased after him to the car.

"Hunter wait up! I change my mid I'll go with you!" he smirked and tossed me the can of Off! I sighed and began spraying my arms and legs.

"This is ridiculous." I mumbled, climbing into the car, my bug spray scent burning my nose.

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"We're here!" Hunter announced, he pulled up to a big, mowed down cornfield.

"Are we allowed to be here?"

"Pfft of course not!" he exclaimed, getting out of the car.

"Hunter!" I yelled as he laughed and ran away across the field. Something is wrong with that boy I just know it. I quickly got out and ran after him. About halfway across the field, I was exhausted and out of breath. Hunter called my name telling me to hurry up, even though I ended up just walking the rest of the way. He took my hand and guided me through the woods at the edge of the cornfield.

"You're not going to murder me and leave my dead body for the squirrels are you?" I joked, he rolled his eyes.

"Squirrels don't even eat meat!" he chuckled, pushing aside a branch so I could walk under it.

"You never know." I said, he stepped over one last piece of undergrowth before spreading his arms out.

"Tada!" it was a clearing, with nothing but grass and the moon directly above us through the opening in the trees.

"It's beautiful." I whispered. The rest of the night we ate our food and just laid under the stars and talked.

How perfect.