Nostalgia ⇛13 Reasons Why Imagines

♡justin foley♡

buzz.
you turn your phone upside down, trying to focus on the AP Maths work you were supposed to be doing.
buzz.
who the hell could be texting you during school? most of your friends were in class too, causing you to ponder even harder on who was sending you messages. you felt the urge to check your phone, but you knew you'd be caught and given detention.
buzz.
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"ma'am, can i have a hall pass, please, i need the bathroom," you raise your hand. the teacher nods, not looking up from her laptop, so you decide to take your bag with you incase it was an emergency.

as soon as you shut the door of the classroom, you look at your phone. your heart dropped, you never believed that this would happen.

sheri💋
(y/n)
sheri💋
(y/n)! answer ur texts!
sheri💋
justin's back, and i need help.
sheri💋
i'm at clay's house, pls come help me.
sheri💋
he wants 2 see you. he won't shut up about how much he misses u.
sheri💋
he's struggling and i'm alone. pls (y/n)

(y/n)
coming now

you start to run outside, towards your car, not caring that you were going to miss class and that you still had that stupid hall pass in your hand. justin was back, and at that moment you didn't care that he'd suddenly dumped and ghosted you for 5 months, he was back, and you knew he needed help.

the drive to clay's house felt slow, even though you'd broken the speed limit the whole ride. upon arriving, you see sherri waiting for you at the front door, holding it open.

you and her walk inside, and you notice that clay's parents weren't home.

"where are the jensens?" you rub your arm anxiously, not sure what you were about to see as you ascended the stairs.

"clay's mom is at work, and i think his dad went to meet someone for breakfast," she shrugs. "i just want to warn you, justin's not looking so great, but he won't shut up about how he 'needs' to see you so bad badly."

suddenly, a warm, fuzzy feeling filled your body, but that all changed when sherri opened the door to clay jensen's bedroom. your eyes lock with the sickly boy who you couldn't recognize. his eyes were no longer a bright blue that gave off a feeling of warmth and love. they were now icy, cold and filled with what seemed to be a hatred for the world and people around him.

he had lost a lot of weight, and his perfect hair was now ratty and spread across his forehead. he was pale, almost white, and his face had a hint of green to it. one thing you noticed but kept to yourself was of course, the awful smell.

the silence was broken by justin, who managed to mutter, "(y/n)?" a single year ran down his cheek, causing your heart to break.

"yeah, it's me," you whisper to the broken boy, taking a seat beside him on the bed. and it was if they'd been building up for ages, the tears bursted out of his eyes like a broken dam wall. you pull him into a warm hug, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"you know, i never st-stopped loving you," he manages to say in between sobs. "i just had to protect you from my-myself."

"it's okay, it'll all going to be okay," you stroke his hair. this was the first time you'd ever seen justin cry like this, and this wasn't the boy you had fallen in love with. this boy who was sobbing and pale was not justin foley.

gently you lift his head off of your shoulder and stare into his deep, blue orbs. "justin, no matter what, just always know that i will love you."

and with that, he connects his lips to yours. it was at that moment, you could actually recognize the justin foley you had fallen in love with nearly a year ago.