Crush Imagines

3.

Y/n: your name
C/n: crush's name
C/b/n: crush's brothers name
Y/n/n: your nickname
C/l/n: crush's last name
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Your stood in front of your dresser, staring at your clothes in frustration. C/n's mom, your moms best friend, had called you, asking you to babysit c/b/n while she was out. She said c/n couldn't do it because there was a high chance he was going out, so you agreed to come over.

She also said you might have to stay the night but that was fine with you because c/b/n was super fun to be around.

Just one problem, you couldn't figure out what to wear. It was only c/n's house, and he wasn't even gonna be there, but you still wanted to look good.

You ended up choosing black jeans with rips at the knees, an army green tank top with a grey jacket you only zipped up halfway. And a pair of white converse. You decided to keep makeup light and put your hair up into a ponytail, considering the fact you were probably gonna be running around a lot.

After packing an overnight bag, you said goodbye to your mother and left the house, walking a couple blocks over to c/n's place.

You rang the doorbell and waited for a couple seconds for Mrs. C/l/n to answer the door, but much to your surprise, and pleasure, it was c/n.

"Hey, come on in." He said, smiling at you.

"Hey." You replied, walking past c/n through the door. You set your overnight bag onto the dining table and walked over to greet c/b/n in the living room.

"Hey, there's my favorite four year old." You said, walking into the living room with c/n behind you.

"Y/n/n!" Squealed the little boy, running over to give you a hug.

"You're so great with him." Commented c/n.

"Yeah...well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how to get along with kids." You said, a light blush forming onto your cheeks, then turning to c/b/n you asked, "so what are the plans for today, little dude?"

"Okay. So, c/n was gonna go out to hang out with his friends, but then mom told him you were coming over and he decided to stay too, so now we have to do something all three of us are gonna have fun with."

"What did you have mind." You said, laughing at his take-charge tone of voice.

C/n spoke up, "well, c/b/n wanted to play jenga with you because you're supposed to be amazing or something-"

"Is that doubt I hear?" You challenged him, "I'm the freakin queen."

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

"When I win, and you eat dirt, I'm gonna make you admit that I'm the queen." You said, getting slightly competitive.

"And when I win, you're gonna wish you hadn't said that." He shot back.

"Anyways," said c/b/n, directing the attention back to him, "let's put on a movie, order some pizza, and play!"

"Sounds great." You said, sitting down on the couch.

*Time skip brought to you by the beauty that is Shawn Mendes*

It was a couple hours into the night and c/b/n was passed out on the couch, leaving you and C/n in the tiebreaker Jenga battle.

You took deep steady breaths as you reached for a block the was on the side, successfully pulling it out and stacking it on top, you made it so that whichever block c/n would pull would tip the tower.

C/n sat there thinking long and hard about which block he was going to pull, but to no avail.

He ended up losing, making you laugh in delight.

"Say it." You said.

"No." He said.

"Say it."

"No."

"Say I'm the queen." You said.

"Make me." He retaliated, setting his pizza down on the plate, anticipating what you were about to do.

"You asked for it." You shrugged, dusting off your jeans.

You tackled c/n to the ground. "Say it." You said. C/n was on the ground and you were on top of him, keeping your your forearms in either sides of his head, and one knee in between his legs for support.

"No!" He laughed.

"Say it!" You said, starting to tickle him.

"Fine. Fine." He said in between laughs.

He snaked an arm around your waist, and flipped the both of you over, so that he was now on top. You started blushing at your proximity, and the long amount of time c/n was looking into your eyes as if you were the only person in the world that mattered. "You're my queen." He said.

"Oh, just kiss me already." You said, smiling.

"Anything for her highness." Smiled c/n.

He lowered his head down to yours and—

"Eww."  c/b/n said, "what are you doing to      y/n/n? Stop eating her face, I'm too young for this." He sighed exasperatedly, climbing up the stairs to his room while you and c/n laughed at his cheekiness.

"How bout we start where we left off?"