"hey, y/n." zach greeted, walking into your room.
"hey, what's up?" you asked him, sitting up slightly.
"eh, not much.." he trailed, laying on your bed with his head in your lap.
"what have you been doing today?" you asked him, running your fingers through his hair.
"well the guys and i went to the studio for a little and then we went shopping and got food. corbyn brought you something saying your rip his head off if he didn't." he explained.
you laughed, looking down at him.
"you're really cute," you say, blushing ever so slightly.
"are you flirting with me?" he asked, laughing a little.
"with you? no never." you joked, smiling.
"that's too bad.." he said, smirking.
"how come?" you question.
"well it sounds like you're not interested, so maybe i shouldn't ask you on a date." he says casually.
your eyes widen and you look down at him.
"wait what?" you ask.
"y/n, i really like you and i would really like to take you on a date. that is, if you'll allow me?"
"of course!" you said excitedly before clearing your throat, "i mean, yeah sure i guess. sounds cool."
he laughs at you and rolls his eyes playfully, "you're such a dork."
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why don't we imagines
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