pvrahoy! // Lynn Gunn Imagine

Connected

||LYNN||

Lynn wakes up to a text from an unknown number. Her heart jolts a little when she realizes that it could only be one person - Y/N.

She unlocks her phone and blinking up at her is a simple text, "Hi, it's Y/N."

Lynn tries not to panic at how off-putting the text is. There could be so many reasons why she would send a text that simple. Maybe she just didn't know how to start the conversation, maybe she was busy eating breakfast, maybe she was just about to get in the shower and didn't want Lynn's number to get washed off-

"Okay. Relax," Lynn tells her head, "She probably just sent you that text so you could put her name in your phone, and didn't feel the need to say anything else. It's fine. Don't overthink it."

She adds Y/N's name to her contacts, resisting the urge to put "(cute gay mess)" beside it, and sits up in bed. She doesn't want to make it seem like she had been waiting up all morning by texting her back immediately, so she figures now would be a good a time as any to get ready for the day.

Make yourself presentable, then text her back, she reasons with herself. And, with that behavioral reward set up for herself, she went to her suitcase and starts rifling through different outfits she'd brought. She was definitely messing up her meticulous folding system, but she would worry about that later.

She couldn't keep Y/N waiting too long, after all. "Morning :) Did you sleep okay last night?" she types quickly, hitting send before she could panic some more and overthink it. Besides, she left the room late last night, so that's a totally valid question, right? Of course it is.

She texts back barely thirty seconds later. "I did. I almost couldn't find my room after I left though, security had to help me."

"Alright Gunnulfsen. You got this, you've totally got game, you can do this," she hypes herself up, then replying with the first vaguely flirty thing she could think of, hitting send and praying that it wouldn't turn her away, "That's too bad, we could've gotten lost together ;)"

That was good, right?

Right?

A couple minutes pass. She taps her phone anxiously, locking and unlocking it several times as she waits. It's not that she wants to be that person, but Y/N had just been texting her with fast response times. Shit, shit shit shit, that was too forward of me wasn't it, ugh I knew it-

"Y/N?" Lynn texts again, before she can stop herself, "Still there?"

She's not sure why she's panicking like this, but she hasn't felt so connected with anyone since Alexa, and, if she's able to be honest with herself, she's a little desperate - she can't help but think that maybe fate brought Y/N to her, everything happens for a reason after all-

Her phone vibrates loudly in her hand just then, and she nearly drops it. A little desperate? Try a lot, she rolls her eyes at herself before accepting the call. "Hey, uh-"

"Um, Lynn," Y/N interrupts quickly, and Lynn thinks that her voice might be shaking. What's gotten her all nervous? "My friend, uh, who's on this trip with me, um, the one who was standing with me when I bumped into you earlier-"

"There was someone else with you?" Lynn asks, and she's not doing to be smooth or anything - she genuinely hadn't noticed.

"Okay, wow, um, that was.. really smooth, like I expect anything less though, I mean, you're a fucking rockstar, you literally can't be anything but suave, um - shit what was I talking about, oh my god..."

"Y/N," Lynn laughs, cutting through her bumbling, even though she could listen to her adorable rambling for hours. "I'm honestly just not that observant sometimes," she admits, even though the suave comment really strokes her ego. "Your friend," she prompts, trying to help Y/N bring the conversation back to her original intention. "What were you saying about her?"

"I'm gonna blow up if I don't tell someone," Y/N says in a rush, and it's like a flood of tension slams across the line at her words, hitting Lynn squarely in the shoulders.

"Tell someone... what?" she asks, even though she definitely knows the answer.

There's a heavy breath that fills a long pause. Then, "About you, Lynn. Being here. Being... interested. In me. I wouldn't otherwise!" Y/N proceeds in a rush, "I'd said before, you deserve rest and getting away from... well, everything like me, and stuff I represent, and I just...."

She trails off and Lynn sinks back down onto her bed in the quiet. She listens to Y/N's breathing on the other end of the line for a moment before realizing that she actually can't hear it and that Y/N is probably holding her breath and waiting for Lynn's response.

"I get it if you don't want me to say anything," she speaks up again as Lynn runs a hand over her blanket, tracing the wrinkles in the fabric. "I wouldn't want me to say anything if the roles were reversed, so I won't, say anything, that is, if you tell me no-"

"It's okay," Lynn interrupts softly, "Really. I'm the one who made this complicated, Y/N. Of course you'd want to tell your friend about this - I mean, if you've been a fan for five years, I'm sure your friend knows about that, right?"

"She doesn't usually like any genre outside of country and pop, but I convinced her to listen to You and I and she's been obsessed ever since," Y/N laughs, despite her panic. Then quickly sobers, "I wouldn't ask otherwise, Lynn, but, uh, you think that I'm cute, and uh, well... I'm still losing my shit over here about that, honestly."

"Well, I'm losing my shit about you, so. Are we even?" Lynn asks with a small laugh.

Y/N pauses, and it's Lynn's turn to hold her breath. "Do you have, like, a more private place for breakfast? I'm sure Abbey would love to meet my mystery hottie."

"Mystery hottie?!" Lynn replies, stunned laughter tumbling past her lips. "That's what you've been calling me ever since you bumped into me on the deck?"

"Bee's doing!" Y/N says defensively. "So... is that a yes to breakfast?"

"Only if you're willing to call it a date," Lynn counters.

"I wouldn't mind that at all."

"Then bring Abbey - if she doesn't mind third-wheeling hardcore - and meet me back up on the artist's deck. Just tell security you're with me."