Crush Imagines

5.

Y/n: Your name 

C/n: Crush's name

C/f/n: Crush's friends name

F/n: Friends name

Y/f/a/n: Your favorite artists name (Musical) 

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Thump, thump thump.

The bass was pumping loudly, making the ground and walls vibrate as you tried to swerve your way past the bodies that were grinding on each other, the people smoking marijuana, the ones making out as if their life depended on it, the girls that stood around talking mess about anyone they could get their eyes on, and the drunk idiots that couldn't go one goddamn second without a drink in their hands.

High school parties sucked.

You were only here because f/n had begged you to go but the moment you two stepped in the house, she had left your side to go shamelessly flirt with any guy she landed her eye on. Except for the smokers, of course. She had said that potheads were the lowest of the low and only the most desperate people waste their time on them. Her words, not yours.

You swiveled past all the sweaty bodies, and made your way to the staircase that led to the roof. You would much rather be there, looking at the stars, earbuds plugged in, listening to your favorite music, than downstairs watching desperate and horny teenagers grind on each other. 

You finally got to the roof and sat on the edge of the building, swinging your legs off of it. You made sure not to sit your butt too close to the edge, not wanting to fall. You plugged in your earbuds, which you had carried in your pocket, and blasted y/f/a/n.

After a small while, you wanted a better view of the sky, so you got away from the edge and put your back on the ground, with your knees up but your feet still flat, that it looked like you were doing sit ups. You hummed along to the music playing in your earbuds as you tried to spot as many constellations as you could.

You were so disconnected from the world, that you didn't notice someone come lay down next to you until they tapped your shoulder and said something.

"Look at that one." said c/n, pointing out the Ursa Major.

"When did you get here?" You asked him, rolling onto your side so you weren't facing him at an awkward angle, 

"Well, I got to the party about ten minutes ago, but it wasn't my scene so I decided to come up here. Looks like I'm not the only one who had that idea."

"Who did you come with?" You asked, curious to see if he came with a girl or some of his friends.

"I came with c/f/n." He said.

"Oh." You answered, trying to conceal the small smile that was appearing on your lips, but not succeeding.

"Are you not cold?" He asked, looking over your outfit, which was a plain black off the shoulder crop top, and a pair of ripped jeans, and your hair was up in a ponytail, exposing more of your skin to the crisp air.

"Well, now that you mention it, I'm actually a little bit chilly." You admitted, not noticing the cool temperature when you were first out here since you were trapped in your own mind.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, to try and keep some warmth in, and turned your face away from c/n, looking out into the city.

"Here." said c/n, taking off his sweatshirt and handing it over to you before you could object.

"Won't you turn into a Popsicle?" You asked him, not wanting to make him freeze just so you could be warm.

"Nah, I'll be fine. You on the other hand, can't afford to get sick." He said.

"And why not?" You asked.

"Because if you get sick, then you'll miss school, and since I like you so much I'm gonna be worried out of my mind. Not to mention that I'd miss your stupid face."  He said, smirking.

You chuckled and nudged his arm playfully, with him nudging you back.

You handed his sweatshirt back to him, refusing to put it on, causing him to make a face at you.

"I'll be fine. I promise." you told him.

He put on the sweatshirt, looking at you as if you were a pink alien that had the hair of "Friends" era Jennifer Aniston.

"Okay, if you won't put the sweatshirt on at least come here." He said, holding his arms out for you.

You happily obliged, scooting over so you were laying with him. You put your head on his chest, he slid his arm around your wait, and intertwined your legs.

Both of you laid together for who knows how long, looking up at the stars, pointing constellations, and other funny things you noticed out to each other.

"So beautiful." Said c/n, looking down at you.

"Aren't they?" You said about the stars, not noticing that he was looking at you.

"I'm talking about you." He said.

You smiled and shyly buried your head into c/n's chest, not wanting to show him the blush on your face.

"Stop. I'm not." You whined, knowing that even one compliment from him could make your face heat up faster than when your family mortified you in front of others.

"Yes. Yes you are. And whoever said you weren't was obviously blind."

"You're just saying that." You said, not wanting to bring yourself into a sense of false hope that your crush might actually like you.

"No. I'm not, y/n." C/n said, turning your head towards him, "you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. And I'm not talking about just the outside. You have the most amazing personality, you crack me up by saying stupid things on a daily basis, and yet I can still have an intelligent conversation with you. You're confident in yourself, you're independent, and if I had to list everything about you that I loved, we'd be here forever."

You smiled at him, wondering how you were ever so lucky to be stuck on a rooftop with him. "Why do you think so highly of me?" You asked.

"Because, if I haven't made it obvious yet, I like you. A lot." He said, looking at you to see what your reaction would be.

"Me too." You said. "I mean, I like you too, not that I like me too. I mean of course I like me but-"

"Y/n."

"Yeah."

"I really wanna kiss you right now."

"What's stopping you?"