5SOS Imagines

Preference: School Insecurities

Request: Could you do a 4/4 or just Mashton or whatever you feel like where you're smart and you've moved through school quickly, but you're insecure about being smart an you don't like to talk about it a lot? Thank you :)

MICHAEL:

Me and your boyfriend Michael were walking around my local park holding hands, being all cutsey and such. He had just gotten back from the WWA tour and had immediately flown down to see me.

Heading back to my house, we entered the front door to smell pasta and garlic bread, my favorite. Somethings up.

"Michael dear, its nice to see you again." my mom smiled, hugging him.

"Michael." my father nodded, shaking his hand.

"Its good to see you again Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N." He smiled then sat down at the dinner table where everything was set up for the four of us.

We sat down, making small talk as we ate. Near the end of the meal, my parents smiled and turned to me.

"So Y/N, we got your grades in the mail today..." my mom smiled.

"They were outstanding. A 17 year old, the top of a third year university class!" my dad praised.

Michael turned to me, a shocked look on his face. "I thought you hadn't graduated highscool yet?" He asked, confused.

"Y/N graduated when she was 14, she was just so far ahead of everyone else she skipped a couple of grades in elementary school!" mom beamed.

"Guys you know I don't like talking about this." I mumbled, staring at my plate.

"Honey you have nothing to be embarassed about! You're a genious!" Dad said.

I had enough embarassment and stood up, quickly going to my room and slamming the door and falling onto the bed staring at the ceiling.

I heard Mikey open the door and close it behind him, and I felt him lay down beside me.

"Baby being a genious shouldn't make you feel ashamed, I think its amazing." He whispered, grabbing my hand.

"I don't know, it just makes me feel uncomfortable." I sighed, turning to him.

"I guess I can understand that." He nodded. "But just so you know, I think its hot." He smirked.

"Of course." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Talk nerdy to me." He whispered, wiggling on the bed.

I laughed and kissed him, my worries gone.

ASHTON:

My boyfriend Ashton and I had just moved in together and I was in the process of unpacking my stuff. Being the wonderful, helpful boyfriend he is, Ashton was simply looking through my stuff instead of helping me unpack. Typical.

I was moving my cloths from a box into the dresser when I heard Ashton calling my name from the den where he was going through a box.

"Babe, how smart are you? You got high 90's in every class!" He exclaimed, surprised, holding most of my report cards.

I groaned and snatched them from him, stuffing them in a box. "I don't want to talk about it." I mumbled, working on another box.

"Why babe?" Ash asked me quietly, putting his hands on my hips.

I sighed, turning to him. "I've always been bullied over it and it makes me self concious. I was done high school at 14. Being this smart...it took away my normal life and I hate being reminded of it."

"Okay baby, but just know that I love you okay?" he said, his forehead on mine.

"OKay." I smiled, kissing him lightly. "Thanks."