Crush imagines

I'm unable to tell you

A/N: I just want to say that: the weather in Canada drops faster than my grades.

Btw, I did not come out with the songs. So all copyrights go to the respectful artists. All I did was translate :) and changed genders (you'll understand what I mean)

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I was walking down the street
when I saw your girl (Yeah I saw her)
I saw that my predictions were right (I told you)
She took off the ring you gave her
and linked her arm around someone
I'll just leave it at that (I don't wanna hurt you)
But you actually get mad at me (Why?)
Saying that there's no way
she'd do that (Sure you're right)
I became aware of you being upset
And I said I must have seen someone else
Yes, I'll lie for you (I'm sorry)

Oh I hate you for not knowing me
I hate this waiting
Please let go of her hand now
When you are sad,
I feel like I could die baby

What does that girl have that I don't?
Exactly why can't I have you?
That girl doesn't love you
Until when are you going to cry like a fool?

I hate how I can't deliver these words directly to C/N. Instead, I'd rather write it down, serenade it to myself. I hate how whenever I read these words the thought of him floods my mind. 

I hate it all. 

But I could never hate him. 

I couldn't blame him. He's taken. He's in a relationship. And no, I would never hate him for that. As long as he's happy, I guess that makes me happy enough to go on with my day. 

But, whenever I sit down, grab a pen, my mind goes off and I start writing. Writing songs about him. The emotions take over and here I am, writing another useless piece of music sheet about my one-sided-love. How pitiful am I?

I scrunched my nose as I slid the music sheet far away from me. 

Somehow, writing songs about him made me feel... like a ton of weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I just poured all the stuffed up emotions I had been holding in and threw up all of the emotions back onto a useless piece of paper. It felt just right. Yet, there was an uncomfortable feeling in the back of my mind. 

Who am I to crush on C/N who has a girlfriend? 

Right. No one. 

And that's when my emotions take over me, again. I groaned, leaning over the table to grip onto the sheet and scrunched up the paper into a ball, preparing myself to throw it far away from me. 

I'm done. Done with writing songs. It's over. What's the use of it, anyway? It only makes me pity myself. It's stupid, how I can only dream of being with him? It's stupid how I resort to writing songs instead of confessing. 

I can feel tears threatening to roll down my eyelids. My throat is getting tighter and my breath rag loudly as I suppressed a sob. 

Stupid. 

Throwing the balled up paper far away from me. 

''Dude, if you're going to aim at the trash can at least get it right, and not throw it at me.'' My friend, Lisa gritted out (A/N: Y'all bashed Lisa so much in the other imagine, so here I am making Lisa the good girl)

I hadn't noticed her entrance in my room. She probably just welcomed herself in my house without notice. Great.

I rolled my eyes, not feeling like dealing with human interaction. 

''Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?'' She snickered, taking a seat on my bed. 

I turned around, facing the wall, putting back my pencil in the pencil case.