Slipknot Imagines

How you Met: Sid

     One day, you decided to go to the music store in Des Moines Iowa. Which is where you currently lived with your friend, Edna. As you browsed through the records and vinyl's, a man over a foot taller than you accidentally bumped into you. He had short dyed red hair, his head shaved on the sides. "Oh, uh, sorry." He said, picking up the vinyl you were looking at. "Hey, I love hearing Beethoven." He said, you saw his gold capped teeth, "I love his music, but I was just looking for the Beatles vinyl for my dad." You said. "Oh, hmm... it should be here somewhere. Let me help you look for it." He said, bending down and looking through the vinyls.
After moments, he found a Beethoven vinyl. "Here you go." He says, handing you it. "The name's Sid, by the way." He says. "(Y/n)." You said. He shook your hand, his hand firmly, but not hardly, gripping onto your small, delicate hand. He kisses your hand, "Well, uh, here's my number." Sid says, pulling out a piece of paper and pen. He writes it out and hands it to you.
"Call me sometime." He says, and with that, it went on. Sometimes miracles do happen. Months after getting to know each other, you two finally confessed your feelings for one another. Turns out after finding out he had feelings for you, he told you he fell for you as soon as he laid his eyes on you. You, yourself, fell for the DJ.

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