johnny orlando imagines+preferences

memory

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Please listen to the song Supercut by Lorde for this imagine.

So, just like always when you lie on your bed it the darkness of a late and sleepless night, you flashed back to the memories.
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It was just you and him. Him and you. Speeding down that city road with music blasting at an ungodly hour of  the night.
Top down, the wind caught your hair and made it blew it behind you in a beautiful and admirable way, as you sat to the right of your boyfriend.
The aux blared your song- Mr. Brightside. You both screamed the lyrics as a rush of happiness, and a blissful freeness ran throughout your bodies.
The Los Angeles sun was almost completely set as you sped down the road. Johnny laughed at your pure happiness and beauty as he continued to sing along.
Your hair still flew it's the breeze as the car began to slow.
You turned to the boy that you had fallen in love with, and stared deep into those beautiful eyes. And you remembered- this boy could chose any of the millions of girls that love him, to date. But he chose you.
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But you were wrong.
He did not chose you.
He chose  her.
He loved her.
He did not love you.
It was just a memory.

Johnny left you for her. Because she's beautiful, nice, funny, smart, and everything that you weren't.
He chose her, not you. You'll never be her y/n.

And for the 11th night in a row, you cried yourself to sleep because of that memory, and the boy that chose the girl who was not you.

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ugh, I promised myself I wouldn't make any sad imagines, but here we are.